A volley in the air, nine days!

A god from another world, Lin Yi and his generals punished the crime domain, crossed the sky and sea by Kunpeng, and returned to the Central Plains of the Suffering Realm from the Monster Dealer Demon City.

"Boom..........

After a burst of muffled thunder that could shake the heavens and the earth, accompanied by a violent shaking of the earth, from the distant sky, a cold moon emitting a deep dark light suddenly appeared, slowly rising from the ground.

Even though the Black Moon was hundreds of millions of miles away from Lin Yi, Mo Kun, and the Judge, at this moment, the heavy cold air emanating from the Black Moon could still be clearly transmitted to their senses.

"It's .......... Black Moon in Prison?!"

He had been to Tianjiang, had seen Tianjiang Gu Yao, and had even obtained a part of Gu Yao Saint Yuan, and Ling Feng had already determined the cold moon that rose into the sky almost instantly.

As far as the eye looked, I saw that the black moon was soaring into the sky, exuding a strong chill, and the area shrouded by cold air was only in an instant, and it had become a dead land of ice, and there was no longer any life.

"Hiss..........."

Seeing this scene, the punisher couldn't help but gasp, the guilty Ming Bang he was born in, although the guilty Nian Jingyuan can infect and control others, but it is far less domineering than the black moon in the forest prison, and the moonlight can instantly freeze the living beings.

"The black moon is now in Xiaoshan, which means that the king of Hades is about to come out of the world, the three yangs are in the same sky, the six kings open the sky, the nine dragons return to the sky, and the tribulation of the suffering realm will rise again, then I should also take action. ”

Looking at the black moon of Xiaoshan from afar, Lin Yi's heart moved, and when he turned his head, he handed out a letter to the referee, and ordered: "Go to the Jade Heart Nest quickly and give this letter to a person named 'Thousand Jade Scraps'." ”

"Yes. ”

After receiving the letter, the referee did not say a word, and immediately turned into a streamer of light and broke through the air.

"Thousand Jade Dust, the Minister of the Prison Country, when you joined forces with the Black Queen to seal the Hades in the Garo Palace, now, the Hades are about to get out of trouble, how will you deal with it, I look forward to your performance. ”

There is no intention of directly intervening in the change of kingship in Heihai Sen Prison, but Lin Yi doesn't mind leaving a son behind, how it will develop in the future, he just waits on the sidelines. But at this moment, suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up, outlining a satisfied smile: "Hmm? The seeds planted not long ago have finally taken root and sprouted, very good, the first task of the ancient tomb and the regeneration and return, you must not let the teacher down!"

With his gaze, on the Xieyang Ancient Road, tired of harvesting the sky, the original no hometown, Daozhen Shuangxiu was walking on his own, suddenly, the silver biscularity was shaken, and the famous sword Jin Feng warned.

"Look at the sword in the cold light, how many fame on the sword? The incense does not need to count the common people, the smoke of the river is gone, the clouds are buried, and the lonely sun still shines on the ancient tomb. ”

The cold wind swept up, rolling up a touch of cold smoke, the smoke was filled, and in an instant, it shrouded the entire Xieyang Ancient Road, and then, I saw a long-lost figure, carrying a chilling sword intent, rolling up the smoke in the sky, forming a terrifying cold wave that was enough to make the ghosts and gods frightened, turning the sky and the sea, sweeping over.

"Huh?"

Shocked by the sword intent, the two of them couldn't help but look at it together, because they felt the hidden dangers in the original Wuxiang's body, they took the first step forward, and then, like a round of Haoyang in the air, inexplicable breath, mixed with the condensation of sword intent, like a sword pillar that penetrated the sky, pointed directly at the person in front of him.

"The famous sword is nameless, tired of harvesting the sky!"

Goodbye in the next life, different positions, different identities, and naturally different moods, reproducing the dusty ancient tombs, looking at the current tired harvest sky, I couldn't help but praise it in my mouth: "Jiuyang Tianjue, Daohe Tianren, I didn't expect that with the help of Su Huanzhen, you who have recovered your five senses, can do so?"

"Ancient Tomb Smoke?"

Tired Shutian's eyes were scorching hot, it was the light of the rising sun, but between his words, there was clearly a bit of unbelievable surprise: "I heard that the great master of Yandu has been defeated under the sword of the peerless sword Su Yi Qixing, and now that he has appeared here, it seems that the rumors have been distorted." ”

"Definitely. ”

Gu Ling sighed: "Gu Ling is indeed dead, but the master remembers me for a friendship, so he gives me a regeneration power, and I can be reborn." ”

"Master?"

When he heard this, he couldn't help but be shocked: "Dare to ask where the Venerable Master is sacred?"

"Want to know?"

Gu Ling shook his head and said leisurely, "First of all, it's better than the sword in my hand." The moment the words fell, he took off, raised his sword, paid attention, and was sharp, and attacked the tired sky.

He was originally the world's top kendo master, who experienced a cycle of death and returned from the ancient tomb, whether it was skill or swordsmanship, he had made great progress and reached a new realm, but he was not an idle person.

The top master of the true lineage of the North Dao, the cultivation is profound, the swordsmanship is outstanding, the tired harvest of the sky perceives the sword light coming, and the heart is shocked, and when he raises his hand, the dawn appears, and the sky sheaths the morning light, blooming with divine light.

"Boom!"

Shocking the first blow, Baidai Kunwu broke through the sky and attacked, the Yang Jue sword qi shook, and the surprise was boundless, turning into a monstrous force. Like a hurricane, it roared and spread out in all directions.

"Take out the sword, although you are the top master of the true line of the Northern Dao, but in the face of me who has already drawn the sword, if you don't draw the sword, you will only have a dead end. ”

Gu Ling Yan opened his mouth coldly, turned his hand, caught the hundred-generation Kunwu who was spinning back, his heart moved, his qi was self-generated, and the sword momentum of Weihe rose to the sky, causing the wind and clouds to change rapidly, and in an instant, the smoke flew and rolled, and there were thousands of visions.

"Huh?"

Although the tired harvest sky has the name of being undefeated, but in the face of the ancient tomb of the passing smoke of the hundred generations of Kunwu sword edge, he still does not dare to underestimate the slightest, and offended in his mouth, and then, the heavenly sheath trembles, and the famous sword appears, a dazzling golden sword light, rolling sword qi, with the power of Sanyang and the sky, and a blow out.

"Jiuyang Tianjue? is about to learn your Excellency's high moves. ”

After returning from regeneration, Gu Ling Yan faced a strong enemy for the first time, and the moment he raised his hand, the hundred generations of Kunwu in his palm stabbed out in the air, and a powerful and incomparably cold sword intent burst out from his body, and the sword edge turned sharply, and when he landed, he poured out a fierce sword light, intercepting the sword momentum of Sanyang, and in an instant, the entire Xieyang Ancient Road was filled with endless killing aura.

Seeing this, Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart: "This ancient tomb is worthy of the name of the great grandmaster, and its strength is really extraordinary, and he is tired of recovering from his injuries, and I don't know if I can deal with it?"

The ultimate swordsman at the peak of the Daomen, the best swordsmanship, the help of the divine soldiers, is the power of the bonus, cutting through the world, shocking and inexplicable, when he landed, the face of the tired harvest revealed a look of excitement and excitement, which is the boundless interest of the peak swordsman when he meets the opponent in chess.

Turning the blade of the sword with his backhand, the edge is in the direction, the sword momentum is exhausted, and the indescribable wonderful change is the supreme sword path, which is transformed into a terrible sword path. The best sword style, the pinnacle of the strong, the strongest confrontation, victory or defeat, life and death, put aside all the foreign clamps,-for-tat.

"Boom!"

The two swords clashed, sparks splashed everywhere, and in the waves of air that continued to burst out, at this moment, the smoke shrouded in the ancient road of the slanting sun surged wildly, and then exploded, and the terrifying heaven and earth yuan force swept away in an instant, surging and exploding.

"What a famous sword is nameless and tired of harvesting the sky, Jiuyang Tianjue, not bad!"

The cold breath around the body like smoke and clouds rolled, and the moment it surged out, the surrounding sea of clouds and void froze.

The sword blade of the hundred generations of Kunwu in the palm of his hand continued to tremble, and he couldn't stop emitting bursts of high-pitched sword roars, and the layers of sword qi, like stormy waves, roared and scattered, and between heaven and earth, the ancient chanting sound, penetrating the ancient and modern future, filled with the void and the universe, mysterious and unfathomable.

"Painting the sky is a god, condensing the sword is a spirit, there is nothing in all directions, it is a human sword!"

The three swords of the famous world, reappearing in the next world, the edge of the hundred generations of Kunwu, the sharp sword qi is vast, slashing through the void of heaven and earth, in an instant, the endless smoke clouds that fill the four directions completely shattered, turning into a black and red air current, all mixed in it, across the sky, straight towards the tired harvest of the sky bombardment.

"Good swordsmanship!"

With an exclamation, the tired harvest was holding the golden famous sword in his hand, the person and the sword merged, and the sword intent instantly rushed into the sky, and the condensed sword qi and sword momentum continued to rise layer upon layer.

"Eight Yang Burning Mountain!"

In the face of the strong attack of the ancient tomb, Bei Fangxiu had to start the Jiuyang Heavenly Trick again, the move of the Eight Yangs, appeared in response, and in an instant, he saw the eight rounds of golden dawn rising into the air, straight into the air, with the edge of the famous sword, turned into a brilliant blade, cut through the world, and swore to break the opponent in front of him..........

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