Dozens of large nets made of special spiritual materials suddenly spilled out from the pitch-black nodes, and then tied up those natural spirits of various images, and at the same time stabilized their collapsing spiritual energy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Hundreds of burly men in black armor closed their nets in unison, with insolent smiles on their faces.

"Black Xuan Beast Armor! You are from Changyu Island. Aren't our island lords of Hades Island, the Ten Murderers of Hell, and your island lords, Demon Heavens, good brothers and good friends?" A one-legged old man walked out of the black boat, carrying a big gun in his hand, and his momentum was obviously a good hand in the late stage of congenital condensation.

"Not anymore! The Ten Murderers of Hell have treacherously hacked our island master's goods, and now we have robbed him of a shipload of natural spirits, and if we kill you again, it will only be a small punishment. In the future, the entire island of Hades will be buried for his greed. Brothers, let's do it! Let these sons of bitches see the power of our Black Beast Armor. A big man at the head, holding a huge black machete, said with a hideous face.

Hundreds of big men crashed over like a black tide, and with the brute force of their bodies, they smashed the entire black ship.

The crew members were also caught, choked by the neck and hacked to death.

Before Gu Chuanxia could figure out the situation, he saw a black-armored man slashing towards him, the sword light flashed with an extremely huge power, and this power was equivalent to a blow from a strong man.

The ancient legend was shocked, and he didn't hit it hard, he dodged, and the golden goose was in the sky.

Unexpectedly, he just used light power, but he directly flashed in the void several times, widening the distance.

"This power, it seems that the power of martial arts has been strengthened. ”

Gu Chuanxia tried to refer to the sword, and a sword volley was pointed out in the air.

A sword aura flew out from his fingertips, and then it instantly enlarged, and a sword pierced through the void, and then pierced the bodies of the two black-armored men. In the end, the sword qi fell on a small island fragment, blowing up a small part of this fragment.

"The power of all martial arts is magnified, as if because the whole space lacks a kind of restraint, and although the aura lacks spirituality, it is easier to dispatch, completely obeying the user's command. "The ancient legend is changing his means and constantly trying.

In this way, those black-armored men have suffered.

How could they be the opponents of the ancient legends.

Hundreds of black-armored men were cleaned up by Gu Chuanxia after dividing five by two. The aura was grabbed by Gu Chuanxia at random, and it was rolled into a rope, and then the black-armored man who was still alive was tied together.

"It's really convenient, the aura in the chaotic domain of time and space is completely arbitrary, although it has lost its spirituality, it has a higher degree of freedom. You can let your imagination run wild. It's also a novelty experience. ”

"But I'm used to this kind of aura with a high degree of freedom, I'm afraid that I'll feel constrained when I enter Kyushu, no wonder Kyushu martial artists are generally stronger than chaotic domain martial artists. In a simple sentence, 'it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and from luxury to simplicity'. ”

Seeing that Gu Chuanxia easily eliminated the hundred originally notorious black-armored men, the one-legged old man came over with a prosthetic leg, and his face was full of gratitude: "Thank you for this adult's help, I was so sloppy before, please forgive me!"

"I will definitely tell the owner of the island for my help this time, and the owner will definitely thank you very much. ”

Bite!

Someone flicked his sword and walked, and a cold wind blew from nothingness.

The one-legged old man's face changed drastically.

"The boy listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles were dim. ”

Singing in a low voice, the voice is hoarse and rich, and it is very charming.

"Broken Rain Sword, Li Beifeng!" The one-legged old man's voice was trembling, and every cell was shouting, crying out for fear.

Gu Chuanxia turned around and looked at the darkness, even if the man was in the void, he was holding an umbrella, and a long sword with a blade like a clear spring was spinning around.

Dressed in white, he sometimes flicked the blade of his sword with his fingers, making a clear sound.

"Someone told me that usually people who play like this are either pretending to be forced or really awesome. What kind of person are you?" Gu Chuanxia looked at the person who came, his eyes like a sword.

"You'll find out if you try!"

The sword light is together, and the rain is slightly raised.

The raindrop-like sword light is like the nectar of spring in March, carrying the lingering compassion of spring. But the ancient legend broke the sword and saw through the killing machine in this sword technique.

Each of these sword qis, which seemed to be not strong, like a drizzle and breeze, penetrated through the marrow of the person. If this sword qi invades the body, it doesn't take a moment for the bones in the whole body to shatter into slag.

What good is a person if he has no bones?

Gu Chuanxia has no sword in his hand, and the sword is a little weaker, although it can be condensed into a sword, but Gu Chuanxia itself has not reached the realm where everything in heaven and earth can be a sword, and a long sword that is temporarily condensed by aura is still a few chips worse than a real sharp weapon.

But Jiuyang's divine power illuminates all directions, the true qi is released, and the whole person is like a rising sun.

The drizzle and breeze turned into smoke and disappeared under the scorching sun.

Li Biefeng held an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other.

"In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. ”

The drizzle and breeze turned into a raging storm, and the sword light poured down to subvert everything and destroy everything.

Gu Chuanxia held the aura long sword, and the move was on the flaw of Li Biefeng's swordsmanship, but Li Biefeng's swordsmanship was unique, and it seemed to rely more on the unique charm of the swordsmanship, rather than a simple sword move. If you can't break this sword intent, no matter how many sword moves you break, it's useless.

The loud roar, the ancient legend of the hero's long sword stabbed, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and the pattern was clear.

"Fifty-six states are full of smoke and clouds, and eight thousand miles of road are dusty. A healthy horse went to the battlefield, and the strong man did not return. ”

The voice was loud, the voice was rough, and the heroic feelings were about to burst out, disrupting the lingering and miserable in Li Beifeng's swordsmanship.

The special emotions in Li Beifeng's swordsmanship were blown away by this heroic wind, and the swordsmanship was stunned, and the breath in the sword changed again. The sword moves are slow, with Zen and death, but they are deep in wisdom and even more spicy.

"Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have been stars, the joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the front of the first step is drip until dawn. ”

The sound of the sword was clear, and there was no longer the slightest raindrop.

But the sound of rain did not stop, like piercing plantains, beating on the eaves, striking the bricks, and splashing into puddles.

You can only hear its voice, but you can't see its shape.

There seemed to be a sword piercing the sky, but there was not a single sword piercing out of the eyes.

It's a lore.

"Sit and watch the king in the clouds change, the loyal souls are all in the ground, who belongs to Qinguan Chu Dao today. ”

In the swordsmanship of the ancient legend, there is also a tragic aura, and the bloody battle of thousands of miles seems to be reappearing in front of him. A sword and a sword kill people.

The sword slashed at the wind, invisibly colliding with the long sword of Li Beifeng, the sword light flowed, and the two collided with each other and fell into a small island covered with yellow sand.

There are also some ruins on the island, and bones loom in the wind and sand.

This used to be a small island where people lived, but after the spirit crystal was excavated, the aura was also depleted, and the entire island quickly fell into dead silence, and finally became like this.

(To be continued.) )