"The sword swept over the waist, and a puddle of blood exploded from the waist, reflecting the red spots in the sky, and suddenly the head ......was in a different place."

You said that if you added the above sentence to yesterday's chapter, wouldn't it be very exciting? Lao Di really didn't have the courage to write that kind of masterpiece.

Airplanes!

The Wuxiang Sword was bright red, almost like blazing blood, and it exuded a terrifying aura. Even if he talked about it, he couldn't help but jump suddenly under the shock of this breath.

Like a mysterious and dazzling light, it was frozen on the tip of the Wuxiang Sword in an instant, and the power was boundless to slash away, and suddenly there were millions of wild bees buzzing.

I only heard a smack, and the sword spirit was like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and it was slashed, and the power dissipated.

The ten-fold golden body sensitively burst into the glow, and a sword hit the golden body, making a gentle explosion sound. If there is no light to stop it, I am afraid that this sword will definitely hit the heart of the future.

Even so, Tan Weiran still endured the impact of this sword, and his body couldn't help but retreat more than ten zhang. Two small trenches were dragged out of the ground with their feet, and they were very shocking to look at.

As soon as he stopped, Tan Weiran's eyes were sharp, and when he stepped on it, the ground shook, like a gust of wind. The sword slashed down the palm of his hand, as if trembling excitedly for a fierce battle, and the seemingly fierce and ferocious sword shook his hand and slashed into the air.

It's hard to describe the beauty of this sword, like a ray of brilliance. With the sound of a brush, the most dazzling luster flew from the air to the hills.

The air popped, and the mountain was slashed off by a ray of light!

The sword strikes the majestic man sitting cross-legged. Only a soft pop sounded when it hit its body, like the sound of rotten wood, and there was no more follow-up!

"Damn. It's so terrifying!" Tan Weiran immediately felt cold all over his body when he saw this, this was his newly condensed hegemonic sword spirit, and the pursuit of sharpness was indestructible. Unexpectedly...... Can't even shake this person?

The Doom Crossing Realm is truly terrifying.

The faint cyan sword brush changed several times, and three sword spirits in a row turned into three rays of light flying through the air. It seems to have cut through the space, and it was about to hit the male man in an instant. I saw that this person opened his five fingers slightly, and wrapped the three sword spirits in the palm of his palm with one slap......

The three tiny rays of light are the three overlord sword spirits. It's in the palm of its hand. When its five fingers were wrapped, the sword spirit crackled and shattered, and then dissipated and became part of the aura in the sky.

This is a sword spirit, and it was crushed with a slap. Although he only had to be a sword. It's shocking enough.

Tan Weiran's heart shook wildly, and the Doom Crossing Realm really deserved to be the strongest in the Wasteland!

As the thoughts flickered, the others swished as fast as lightning, and finally approached the man with his hair scattered. At this moment, the man threw a punch, an ordinary punch, and the moment he approached and entered the range of the fist. It's like being in the middle of a raging sea of rage.

Roared out of the monstrous waves, as if waves were bombarding the only lonely boat of Tan Weiran. He couldn't help but be shocked: "Just by boxing." It affected me to have a mental delusion, and this punch is simply the pinnacle......"

If it's normal, if you think about the horror of this for a while, I'm afraid that the courage to raise your fist to face it will be lost.

"Waste!"

Tan Weiran faced the battle solemnly, a punch was hit flatly, and a wisp of unique charm rippled open, like ripples in water. In the blink of an eye, there was a special sense of stagnation in the space where the two were fighting.

At this point in the battle, for the first time, the majestic man's face had a different expression, and a surprised look flowed from his eyes: "Huh?"

This punch method, in Tan Weiran's own feelings, is powerful and ordinary. But this person's realm is different, his eyesight is countless times stronger, and he can see at a glance something hidden behind his hand, which makes him look very different.

The fists collided silently, and the power of the angry tide surging from the fists was fierce and boundless, and when the glow of the ten-fold golden body was shining, Tan Weiran snorted and flew upside down. Hit a hill with a few flowers and plants, and the boom directly knocked the mountain down.

When the earth and gravel were splashed all over the sky, a Hongdae sound swept through the heavens and the earth, hitting the auditory nerves at the same time. Tan Weiran flew out of the gravel and dirt and rushed into the sky, and the sword of the different path flew in the air, and a purple thunder and lightning storm suddenly rose.

"Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound!"

Sixty percent of the sword!

At this moment, it was as if time had stood still, and I saw dirt splashing in the sky and on the ground, and the exposed gravel was more ferocious than bullets. And among them, a wisp of purple has swelled to a terrifying point in an instant.

The majestic man's face was shocked, and there were signs that he couldn't sit still, and he spit out a syllable for the second time: "Huh!"

A magnificent and domineering thunderbolt sword spirit surging with an unstoppable attitude.

The majestic man was obviously a little more serious, and he waved a sword calmly, like a round of scorching sun quietly appearing in the palm of his hand. When the domineering and unparalleled thunder and lightning sword slashed into the scorching sun, Tan Weiran's wrist trembled slightly, and he was surprised!

It was only at this moment that he suddenly noticed that the thunder and lightning sword spirit had inexplicably swelled and caused the power to spread.

The experience and intuition of the battle-hardened monk told him that if he couldn't restrain the sword spirit and couldn't control the sword spirit finely, he was afraid that the next sword spirit would seem, perhaps, that it might get out of control.

The majestic man's eyes turned with a faint look of surprise for a moment, the round of scorching sun he cast was not simple, it was not restrained, but it would increase the power of the Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound. To disperse its power, even beyond the control of Tan Weiran, forcing the Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound to automatically disintegrate.

This person's method of cracking the Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound is unparalleled in the world, and only such a realm and such an outstanding person can be easily used in battle.

Supposedly, this person's method of cracking is correct. Like Tan Weiran, who has condensed his spirit at a young age, mediocre control is the most common, and he can really put it away freely, which is very rare. If you can do it with precision, it is estimated that it is one in ten thousand.

For example, the cognition and comprehension of the moves, reaching a full score of 100, can condense the spirit. But to be free, at least 120 points. If you want to achieve precision control, you must achieve 150 points.

But it's the one that doesn't come out of the thousand.

Under the influence of a round of scorching sun, the thunder and lightning sword spirit was still able to condense without dispersing, and it was obvious that the control power had reached the level of freedom and retraction, and it was very fine.

Failed moves!

This man actually used a sword to cut a round of scorching sun, like a furnace of heaven to hold on. The biggest advantage of the Nine Tribulations Thunder is that the power is too pure, and the power is put to the maximum, and almost no one can stop it on the front. However, the disadvantage is that the power is too great, and it comes and goes quickly.

The strong man's majestic magnificence is admirable and heartbreaking, but with a sword, the sun roars like substance. In an instant, a ray of light drowned Tan Weiran, leveling the fan-shaped mountains within ten miles.

"Huh?!"

Almost at the same time, the majestic man seemed to be aware of it, and in surprise, he uttered the same syllable for the third time.

In an instant, this person's expression suddenly changed drastically over the previous two expressions, revealing a look of shock, his heart turned over like a river and a sea, and his eyes flowed with surprise and joy. The psychology and situation are so subtle that it is difficult to describe.

Behind this person, he was like a ghost, quietly jumping into the air, and a mouth was a green lotus confiding.

The pure breath of the green lotus drew a subtle straight line in the air, enveloping a kind of holiness that hit this person. Under this holy covering, it is this extremely powerful master killing secret technique, and there is also a faint beauty after an unusual sublimation.

This has always been covered by the purity of the main killing secret technique, every time it is cast, it will inevitably make a contribution, and kill the enemy before it happens. Unfortunately, this time he was doomed to failure, even if he had no murderous intent.

Qinglian hit the body of the strong man, and he only had to be shocked, and he was slightly moved, and he was endured by the faint glow.

When the crystal clear lotus petals were quickly strangled, one of them was caught, placed in front of his eyes and carefully observed, and let out a breathtaking exclamation: "Good life is rare, good life is terrible master killing secret technique." In terms of power alone, it's the most I've ever seen in my life! What is it called?"

Tan Weiran said: "It's called Qinglian Breath Technique, and my name is Tan Weiran." ”

"Good name. I don't know if it's the secret technique or the person who said it, when the lotus petal disappeared, this person reluctantly retracted his gaze and said, "Your Nine Tribulation Thunder Yin is very well practiced, but there are many flaws. This master killing secret technique is really practiced well, and it is full of the decisive intention of a lore, and it has won the essence of master killing. ”

The strong man stared at Tan Weiran, looking up and down for a long time, which made Tan Weiran's heart condense, and he felt that he was not breathing. An unknown monstrous wave was set off in his heart, and his words were faintly surprised: "Young man, are you interested in learning something from me?"

"You don't need to apprentice, you don't have to worry about the difference between the portals, you don't have to worry about what I have any intrigues against you, and you don't have to worry about what I ask you to do embarrassingly. If you want to learn from me, I have only one request for you......"

"Study hard, practice hard, and pass it on. ”

This person stared at Tan Weiran, and the faint expectation and loneliness that flashed in his eyes were captured by Tan Weiran, and he inexplicably felt a slight sour feeling in his heart.

Eight hundred years, this is more than eight hundred years!

Taking a deep breath and pressing down the churning mood, Tan Weiran thought about it for a while, and calmly saluted on one knee: "The younger generation talks about Weiran, the first seat of the sixty-fourth generation of Xingtian Sect to see the Xingtian Sect, and meet the seniors of the Zongchangkong Sect!"

As soon as the familiar name of Xingtian Sect entered the ear, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart. Zong Changkong, who had collapsed in front of him without changing color, shook slightly, and his expression changed, but he did not look surprised. Staring at Tan Weiran for a long time, his eyes fell on the Wuxiang Sword in his left hand: "I know the Dao, I recognize the Wuxiang Sword." ”

"Back then, the first seat of your hidden vein generation also told me...... He said that in the name of thoughtlessness, it is to remind people in the hidden vein from time to time that they must exercise self-restraint and not breed ambition and other undesirable thoughts. ”

Zong Changkong was in a trance, walked out of the memory fragment, and waved his hand slightly with a wide expression: "You are here to participate in the Baili Cave Mansion and enter this place by mistake, don't worry, I want to help you leave......"

Before he finished speaking, he was truncated by Tan Weiran's sonorous tone: "Sect seniors, the juniors didn't enter this place by mistake, they came to find you this time!" (to be continued......)