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It really shook the mountains.

There was no slightest, and when the three of them fought, it was really clear that the earth was trembling and the mountains were shaking.

The aftermath of the three-person battle alone seemed to make this side of the world crumble.

Fight! Fight!

The battle intent is like a lingering gas, expanding in the heart. Tan Weiran couldn't help but turn his neck to the sky, and a breath of air found an outlet from his chest, quickly shattering the sky, just like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, which made people feel terrifying.

If it were a normal time, Tan Weiran would definitely take the opportunity to appreciate it, or enjoy the experience and feeling of fighting against the powerful god illumination realm, and he wouldn't mind putting the battle on until one of them couldn't stand it anymore.

Whenever you fight with the strong, there must be a kind of suffocating and oppressive force like Mount Tai, this kind of pressure will make people crazy and desperate, and it will also make people forge ahead. Tan Weiran once resisted, but later the environment he found himself in made him learn to enjoy this kind of pressure.

This time, it can't be concocted in the same way, and there are only five of the three pills such as the Living Tiger Pill, so they can't help but consume it like this. What really can't be delayed is talking about it.

"It's a must, a quick fix. ”

There are many thoughts, Tan Weiran grasped the key to it, his eyes met with the wind and snow, and he nodded to each other with tacit understanding. Yes, this battle cannot be delayed, it must be resolved quickly.

Most of the life-and-death battles above the Great Mortal Spirit Realm are either cautious and endless. Either a quick decision, life and death.

Basically. A quick victory is the most desired pursuit of all martial monks. Everyone thinks so, and they all want to do it, but they just can't do it.

It's like the spirit of the truth, of course, can make a judgment of life and death. It's like the god illuminating the realm and embracing the real realm, and it can often be resolved quickly.

If it is said that the true realm can be quickly resolved against the divine light realm, it can take the initiative even for a short time. That's absolutely one in 10,000. It's like Pei Donglai Qingdi Night Spring and Autumn Zhuo Yitian and so on, if you really bump into a god in the realm, it will definitely be a one-in-a-million luck.

It's a coincidence. Or very unfortunately. It is precisely one of these ten thousand.

You cover, I'll come. While Tan Weiran and Lu Guanglin were staggered in the fierce battle of wind and snow, they looked at the past with one look. The wind blows the snow and raises its head slightly. A mouthful of cold qi was inhaled into the henchman, condensing the true qi, and pouring it into the sword.

In just a few breaths, the wind blows the snow and shifts several directions, raising his head slightly, revealing the coldness from the bone marrow, and a kind of arrogance brought by focusing on kendo. A small action vividly presents the personal characteristics of the wind blowing snow.

Raising the sword, the entire sky instantly darkened.

Ice...... Return at night! Sancheng sword spirit is swaying!

Lu Guanglin's breath froze, and he laughed coldly: "Ha Luha." Is this the only ability, then it's up to me to kill you. Having said that, in addition to dealing with it solemnly in his heart, he was even more secretly wary of talking about the sword spirit of forty percent.

Lu Guanglin was previously angry about Feng Yiting's death. But he didn't think so. It's just that Feng Yiting's strength is poor, and at this time, the wind and snow instantly burst out of the three-percent sword spirit, and there was talk on the side before it was condensed, and Lu Guanglin knew the taste of secretly complaining.

The breath of frost spreads, and the sky is boundless, giving people an illusion. When these vast frost qi falls, it is the formation of an ice and snow world.

"It's just a little trick to carve insects. Lu Guanglin sneered, shouted wildly, and slashed into the void with a fierce knife, and the monstrous sea of fire burned fiercely to repel those vastness.

Almost at the same time, when Lu Guanglin was distracted, Tan Weiran and the wind and snow were suddenly misplaced exchanges, Tan Weiran suddenly revealed a cold smile, stretched his five fingers that had become soft many times, and brushed the hilt of the sword.

The bright and sharp sword flew out of its sheath with a crisp groan.

The clear tip of the sword, with a light purple glow, seemed to flow and turn. Tan Weiran's fierce light flashed, and with a flick of his sleeves, the sword instantly swung and pointed to the sky!

In the crowd, Lu Fangtian's tone was full of envy: "This Xu Weiran and the wind and snow are very tacit." ”

"Xu Weiran and Fengxue cooperate like a tacit understanding, it doesn't seem like a new acquaintance...... Could it be that this Xu Weiran is really not Xu Weiran?" Zhou Chen of the Yunchuan Sect rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

In the blink of an eye, no one cares about tacit understanding or not.

A scene that shocked everyone, and even moved them, appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The aura swept everywhere, and it was incomparably clear and incomparably reversed, condensed, and condensed at a crazy speed. Those jaw-dropping auras even flew over with clouds.

Dark clouds rolled, darkening the sky and changing the color of the clouds. A sword with a sword without firing it has such a shocking power.

Yan Xingkong, who was lazily leaning on the trunk of the tree as if he had no bones, suddenly jumped up as if he had been whipped, and jumped up like an electric shock, holding the handle of the knife hard in his hand, and the green tendons protruded together, he had never been so energetic, and his eyes were shining: "This is ......"

Sui Yunque looked at this scene in a daze, sensing the atmosphere of this scene, and a trace of hidden weakness was revealed in his heroic face and temperament. Sitting on the ground with a butt, he lost his mind: "Fifty percent ......"

Lu Fangtian, who has always been calm, has always been one of the cores of the next generation who has been concerned in the Lu family, and his calm side has been especially praised by the elders. Most of the elders who thought about coming to the Lu family didn't see Lu Fangtian in a trance at this time, and he was deeply shocked.

How can you be safe and sound, how can you deal with it calmly.

Is that...... Fifty percent of the sword!

There are many young martial artists here today, and many of them are not here, after all, the Zhou Tian Desolate Realm is very large, and many young martial artists are in other places, and they don't know the way at all. For example, Yan Duwu is not in this area, even if he has heard of it, he has not had time to come over.

Yan Xingkong, Sui Skylark, Jian Aobai, Lu Fangtian and Mo Li, and a number of other young martial artists, all of them were stunned, and in a trance, they seemed to feel that they were a grass chicken, not the genius described in their mouths.

In addition to talking about Weiran and the wind blowing the snow, there is no third young martial artist who has shown the spirit of Sancheng at this martial arts conference. Even two percent of the spirits, there are only a few, and Jian Aobai is one of them.

At the moment when Lu Guanglin was dealing with the sword spirit of the wind blowing the snow, he suddenly felt the breath of this sword spirit, and his whole body almost stiffened, and he was shocked and moved: "This is ......"

Fifty percent of the sword spirit is terrible, and fifty percent of the sword spirit is not terrible. It never varies from person to person.

How many spirit realms have not even been condensed. No matter how many gods illuminate the realm, they have not been able to condense fifty percent of the spirit.

It's no surprise that it happened to an old powerhouse. It happened to a young man who was estimated to be no more than thirty years old, and it was very terrifying.

Lu Guanglin turned a thought in his mind: This Xu Weiran only used forty percent of his sword spirit in the battle of the other courtyard!

Suddenly, I sneered in my heart, what about the fifty percent sword spirit!

The gap between the cultivation of the two realms has always existed. The sword spirit is able to close the gap in strength. However, he, Lu Guanglin, is not one of those people who cultivates according to the gods but does not condense their spirits.

Talking about Weiran will be fifty percent of the sword, and he Lu Guanglin also has three percent of the sword. The gap in spirit is not big, but the gap in cultivation is solid.

The purple color was boiling like boiling water, and the whole earth was jumping. The soft sound of snorting filled the air, and the ubiquitous electric light intertwined.

Everyone's faces changed wildly, and they were all inhaling heavily, which made the air in this side of the world thin for a while, making people feel that the world was spinning, maybe because the gas they breathed was not enough, maybe it was the impact of fifty percent of the sword spirit.

Time seems to slow down, and the air seems to be restless.

This is the strongest sword I can use so far. Tan Weiran forgot his concentration, staring at it, and did not notice the surprise and shock of outsiders at all.

In his previous life, he practiced as a nine-section thunder hidden sword, and since then he has embarked on a wrong path, stuck in fifty percent of the sword spirit and can't stop, and he can't break through for many years.

In this life, he has practiced the Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound Sword, and he has already practiced fifty percent of the sword spirit at a young age.

At this time, a sword, except for cultivation, is already comparable to the peak of the previous life!

Tan Weiran breathed in one breath, he really swallowed mountains and rivers, a sword crossed the sky, and the purple aura was overwhelming.

The sword qi was surging, and with this sword that could be called the pinnacle, all the purple colors seemed to come to life, rapidly shrinking and condensing together. The power of thousands of zhang made everyone tremble under this sword.

Boom! Boom!

"A thousand miles of red land!" Lu Guanglin waved his crazy knife frantically, blushing and desperately resisting the unstoppable terrifying thunder. A sword qi like thunder and lightning descended vertically, and the moment it hit the ground with a bang, the radius of fifty zhang where he was was suddenly trembled and boiled like a volcanic eruption.

The fire and thunder are intertwined, one is three into a sword, and the other is a fifty into a sword, reflecting each other.

In an instant, Tan Weiran slashed down with a sword, crackling thunder swept through, and his mouth burst into thunder: "Kill!"

Although he is not tall or strong, Tan Weiran is unusually tall and heroic in the eyes of everyone at this time, just like the thunder god who controls thunder and lightning, presenting the awe-inspiring power of thunder and lightning.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Lu Guanglin's mouth, his complexion had changed from red to black, a kind of scorched black that had been slashed by the thunder and lightning sword qi, and he roared angrily to vent this fear: "Come on!

Tan Weiran can be called a sword of the world, and it has been slashed.

In an instant, everyone saw only purple light enveloping the heavens and the earth, and the whole earth jumped. Only the place where the purple precipitation remained, an inexplicable impact erupted, and the surrounding ripples were violently opened.

A radius of three hundred zhang has become a scorched earth, only Lu Guanglin snorted and spurted blood, and his injuries were not serious. It's just that as a dignified and condensed spirit powerhouse, being injured by the True Realm, even if the injury is not serious, it is definitely a shame.

Lu Guanglin was furious, and his anger was permeated: "Little miscellaneous pieces, you should be damned!"

An icy and biting climate suddenly came, Lu Guanglin's anger turned awe-inspiring, and he suddenly turned around, and endless ice flowers were overwhelming...... The wind blows the snow, and the strongest sword that condenses the power of the whole body to explode.

Jian Ao Bai Yan Xingkong held his breath, and his heartbeat seemed to be about to stop.

Two young warriors, one is a three-percent sword spirit, and the other is a five-percent sword spirit. Can you beat Lu Guanglin, a veteran god like Lu Guanglin, who is also full of spirit? If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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