The Taichong Sword was broken like this, and it was obviously inferior to the Dragon Scale Sword.

Ma Zhuo'er was stunned for a moment, and then he shook his spirits, showed a grim smile, and displayed his race's racial talent.

"Blood Totem!"

The Blood Condensation Sword Shadow split into two and two into four, quickly splitting until thirty-two sword lights appeared, enveloping Sun Qianmo inside.

"No wonder you slaughtered the saints and exterminated the clan, causing so many tragedies, it turned out that you left such a hand, gained strength from the blood, and wanted to trace back to the roots and take the road of bloodline to become a god. Luo Yang held the broken sword in his hand, his momentum was not weak, and a huge sword roar broke out, and the sword light also split into thirty-two paths, colliding with the sound of a dragon's groan.

"Qiang ......"

The wind was moving, the blood was drifting, Ma Zhuo'er clenched the dragon scale sword, and a bloody mouth appeared on his chest, but he was laughing: "Hahaha, sure enough, you can't break the barrier of the material interface, as long as you are stronger, you can be sent back, and you can even hit your consciousness hard." ”

There was a "ding" sound, and the first half of the sword body of Taichong's sword flew back. Ma Zhuo'er reacted very quickly, and used the tip of the dragon scale sword to point over.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

The dragon scale sword and the Taichong sword fought fiercely, Ma Zhuo'er quickly became familiar with this ancient sword, and only felt that he was getting stronger and stronger, as if he had suddenly become a giant in the sky, and he could look down on Luo Yang, and he didn't have to put it in his eyes at all.

Luo Yang could feel a cloud of aura expanding, and infinite power burst out from this breath, and the blood light rushed up to the sky, and the next blow would definitely be earth-shattering, causing the material interface to collapse.

This kind of combat is extremely damaging to time and space. Then he waved his hand and shook the Taichong Sword to seal the surrounding time and space, and all the heavy pressure was borne by the broken sword, so as not to spread out the aftermath of the battle and cause an earth-shattering shock.

"Ahh Could it be that you put all your evil thoughts on building the scabbard, so the deity has become so stupid?" Ma Zhuo'er yelled, already a little nervous, this is a side effect of the dragon scale sword, as a heavy weapon to suppress the sea of artistic conception, it has carried the distracting thoughts of sentient beings for thousands of years, and it can be called a talent if it did not collapse on the spot!

Ma Zhuoer is indeed talented, and he can reverse sense the crisis when the level is very low, and every time he has the help of God, he will avoid the crisis in the past, so as to increase the capital little by little and become a giant.

If it weren't for the rapid development of the Terran in the past ten years, and Ma Zhuo'er was afraid of the Terran Temple, I am afraid that it would cause a series of tragedies. Speaking of which, Yan Beigui's ruling methods are still quite sharp, and they are small and deterrent.

No matter what, if it drags on any longer, this Ma Zhuo'er will definitely not be able to lose his tail, so Luo Yang took advantage of the convenience of absorbing the huge ancient star power to retrieve the natal weapon.

The Mingguang Mirror and the True Spirit Umbrella are also natal weapons, soaked in blood to "open the front", but they are not as pure as the Taichong Sword, this is the real natal killing weapon, the main battle, the main killing, and the main coercion.

Ma Zhuo'er was full of spirits, and casually created a hundred sword lights, no matter what direction he attacked, he would eventually fall on the Taichong Sword. Because of the benevolence of the Luoyang woman, she used the Taichong Sword to cover this piece of star and protect the safety of one party.

"Are you still the god of war? The essence of battle is killing, extermination. Since ancient times, war means destruction, and the so-called peace is nothing but a by-product of war. Because sentient beings are greedy, take the human race as an example, when it develops to a certain extent, it is bound to embark on the road of expansion and trample on the interests of foreign races, otherwise it will be complacent, and it will lose motivation to kill itself in the long run. ”

Luo Yang smiled, Ma Zhuo'er actually taught him a hysterical lesson about the god of war, and said lightly: "You think too much, it's normal for war to be driven by interests, I just don't want this universe to be hurt." In addition, the Taichong Sword needs to be reorganized, just to use the Dragon Scale Sword to disperse. ”

Ma Zhuo'er stopped talking, he had an intuition that using the dragon scale sword to smash the Taichong sword might be the other party's purpose.

There is a huge difference in levels, Luo Yang disdains to hide his intentions, he holds the broken sword and starts to attack, not letting Ma Zhuoer have time to think, and quickly smashing the sword body is the right topic.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

Fine sparks are intertwined into clusters, and the Taichong sword comes from the Ku'an civilization, and unlike the ordinary sword casting method, it is plated layer by layer.

The previous fracture indicates that the Taichong Sword itself has a huge flaw, otherwise it will collapse layer by layer, rather than breaking into two. Now Luo Yang exerted all his strength, and immediately formed a peerless sword shadow, and the speed was extremely fast.

Ma Zhuoer only has the ability to parry, but has no power to fight back.

He wanted to use the strength of his weapon to reduce ten times, but the opponent's strength was not bad, and he threw him more than a dozen streets away with his sword skills.

"No, no, no, I don't want to be a scabbard!" Ma Zhuoer roared, he was scared, he was nervous, once upon a time he imagined the scene when he met Luo Yang, and he worked tirelessly for this day, and reached today's entry, and finally opened his heart and felt that there was no more danger, who would have thought that the gap would be so big?

The gap is ridiculously large!!

Luo Yang took care of Sun Qianmo's body without using some extreme strength, and suppressed the level at the same level as Ma Zhuoer, still taking the initiative to gain the upper hand.

No matter how Ma Zhuo'er roared, there were sword shadows in front of him and behind him, forming a huge cage. Ma Zhuoer could only swing his sword, slash at any cost, and sputter out a little spark.

The Taichong Sword began to disintegrate, floating out a thin metal film like a cicada's wings, like a butterfly flying in the air.

There were more and more wounds on Ma Zhuoer's body, but this only aroused his ferocity even more. As Luo Yang said, the curse of all beings over the years has caused him to lose that natural inspiration, but he can often burst out of potential in times of crisis.

When the Taichong sword faded off dozens of layers of sword membrane, Luo Yang's arm shook, and when he saw Ma Zhuo'er curling the corners of his mouth, he sneered: "Caught it." ”

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang......"

The fierce counterattack was formed in an instant, and the thirty-six thousand blood swords were both tricky and powerful, making a piercing noise when they slashed through the Baizhu battle armor.

The armor was full of sparks and delicate lines. The dragon scale sword has an incredible cutting power in the air, obviously wearing battle armor, but it cuts the blood vessels, causing Sun Qianmo's physical state to plummet, and black blood gushes out from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

The injury suddenly reached a critical point of danger, and Luo Yang nodded: "Yes, I finally got you back some feelings, and this level of competition is delicious." ”

"Perverted!" Ma Zhuo'er roared in her heart, finally knowing where she and Luo Yang were different. He enjoyed the joy of creating terror and gaining power, and the Terran god of war was not interested in it, but enjoyed the uncontrollable accidents of the fierce battle. Power is just an additional aura of enjoying battle, and additional benefits for the people around him, and he is completely a martial idiot and a battle maniac in his bones.

"Come again!" Luo Yang's thoughts, Sun Qianmo's body was cleansed by the star power, outlining mysterious light patterns, and the sword qi and injuries that seeped into his body were transmitted to the hilt of the sword along the light lines, and the metal film cut off by the dragon scale sword from the Taichong sword came to life, bursting out of light and heat, and slashing out at the same time with a clang.