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A corner of the city wall of Heavy Thunder Knife City. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

An old stone statue sits cross-legged, looking up at the stone carvings above his head, with vicissitudes and sadness in his eyes.

This is a story that has a beginning, but has not yet seen the end, this is a flower of life that has been burning for thousands of years.

"The seventh prince should not be mistaken by himself, how can this person be virtuous, and he is qualified to become the teacher of the royal lineage. ”

When the tone of the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint in the world became colder, the entire land in front of the Heavy Thunder Sword City for a hundred miles was like falling into a cold winter wax moon, and crystal snowflakes floated in the sky, like goose feathers, like flying feathers.

You Da Neng couldn't help but shudder, exhaled a breath, first turned into a thick white mist, and then fell to the ground, shattering into thousands of white ice crystals.

This is the majesty of the saint, even if there is no half of the majestic qi overflowing, it is enough to change a certain range of celestial phenomena, and the mind is the will of heaven.

"Ao said yes, he is!"

Ao Zhan spoke again, that is, Su Qinian was surprised by the domineering of this one, and then shook his head lightly in his heart, this kind of domineering has its heritage, as a royal descendant, the arrogance flowing in his blood, some people are outside, some people are hidden inside, such as this Ao Zhan, obviously belongs to the latter, not aimed at anyone, and there is no doubt.

"This is the Sword Spirit King's Department, you can't be presumptuous!"

When the world's heavy thunder sword saint's eyes were like blades, looking at Ao Zhan, making his dragon scale holy armor sonorous, and then kicking, kicking, kicking back three steps in a row, the divine court of knowledge of the sea shook, this world's heavy thunder sword saint, in the realm of will reincarnation, has come to an amazing point, even with the support of the holy armor, Ao Zhan was almost injured by it.

At this moment, this world-class heavy thunder sword saint made a move, he flicked his hand, the blade was like a sea, like a hurricane, like a terrifying wave, and swept towards the corner of the city wall, the void was not wavering, but Su Qiannian could clearly feel the terrifying force that was enough to shatter the void.

In an instant, Su Qinian hooked the forbidden power of time, but even if this power of time was blessed by the Heavenly Dragon Armor, when he was approaching this Heavy Thunder Sword Saint, it was also torn apart by a force of laws as deep as the sea, and it was difficult to make it.

Not good!

Su Qinian changed color, and when the difference in life level between each other reached a certain level, even if it was the power of time taboo, it was difficult to shake it in the slightest.

In front of the city gate, the young man's pupils contracted violently, and there had never been a moment when he had such an inexplicable panic, and the whole person was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the mouth of the third Tai of the Heavy Thunder Division.

Although the Third Holy Son's face was pale, the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze the river.

Ao Zhan's pupils froze.

Recite!

At this moment, a wisp of sword groaning sounded from the giant city behind everyone, and a wisp of blue-purple sword light dyed the entire sky turquoise and fell in front of the stone statue.

Syllable!

The blade swept, and the two collided, giving birth to a terrible crashing sound, and there were blazing ripples blooming, like a sun flower, blooming on the earth.

A holy figure in a long blue dress manifests in front of the stone statue.

"Mother!"

The boy exclaimed, clenched his fists again, and clenched his teeth, not knowing how to speak.

"Qingxun Holy Maiden!"

In the distance, there is a great power to lose his voice, extremely excited, and then it has turned into a thick and complex color, among these sword enlighteners, many of the great powers are with this young daughter generation of characters, in the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed, the beauty is still the same, but a little more cold, a little less than the appearance of the year, and can no longer see the smile like a flower.

Qingxun Holy Daughter, looks a little cold, a cyan long skirt is plain, green silk is like ink, she looks only in her twenties, her appearance is beautiful, it seems that the years have not left any traces on her body.

At this moment, the eyes of the previous generation saint were colder than her temperament, she looked at the world's heavy thunder sword saint, and said calmly: "You have crossed the line." ”

"Qingxun, you're too much. ”

At this time, the third Taishang frowned and said: "This waste has been standing in front of the city gate for nearly a thousand years, how much humiliation has my Heavy Thunder Division been covered, as the last generation saint of the Heavy Thunder Clan, don't you care about the prestige of the entire tribe at all, in the entire Sword Spirit King Department, my Heavy Thunder Division has become a laughing stock!"

"In your eyes, it is waste, but in the eyes of Qingxun, it is ten million times better than you. ”

Qingxun Holy Maiden spoke, cherry lips lightly opened, light and calm, so that the third lady's eyebrows jumped, what is this, he is not as good as a waste, he and the current Heavy Thunder Knife Saint is the same generation, speaking of which, it is also the uncle of this Qingxun Holy Maiden, in front of the Heavy Thunder Knife City today, it is actually so despised, compared with a waste who has been sitting for thousands of years and has found nothing.

"How dare you ......"

The third Taishang was quickly speechless, because the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint raised a hand and stopped his words, his face was cloudy, and he didn't speak again after all, speaking of which, this Qingxun Holy Daughter is also the eldest daughter of the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint in the world, even if the father and daughter have not been harmonious for nearly a thousand years, but the connection of the bloodline is undoubted.

Immediately afterwards, the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint lowered his gaze, looked at the Qingxun Holy Maiden, and said coldly: "His life is about to end, at this moment, all your expectations will be empty, and you still hold on to your obsession, as long as you let go of your obsession, you can become holy on the ground." ”

Sanctify on the ground!

In the distance, many of the great powers of the same generation as the Qingxun Holy Maiden sighed, even if it has been more than nine hundred years, this Tianjiao Holy Maiden of the same generation has also shown amazing talent, but in just more than ten years, it is rumored that the law has been condensed, and it is only half a step away from becoming a saint and entering another transcendent level of life.

"What about sanctification, invite the patriarch into the city. ”

Qingxun Holy Maiden shook her head, just called the patriarch, which made the face of the world's heavy thunder sword saint sink, and said: "Can't you see clearly?

Qingxun Saintess was silent, just standing in front of the stone statue, wearing a cyan long skirt swaying lightly in the wind, her body was snow-white, like ice carved jade, and she had an indescribable style of the world.

"You!"

The Heavy Thunder Knife Saint raised his eyebrows, his eyes turned completely cold, and in front of the Heavy Thunder Knife City, snowflakes flew all over the sky, and soon turned into hail the size of an egg, and fell to the ground one by one, leaving shallow pits of different sizes.

"Mother!"

The young man couldn't help but speak, although he had not been treated by this world-class thunder sword saint since he was a child, he also knew that what he said was true, majestic and grand, and could not be disobeyed, he really didn't understand what his mother was sticking to, even if it was a weak cultivation like him, he could also feel that the breath of life revealed on the stone statue at this time was like a candle in the wind, almost extinguished, not even a broken candle, it was almost exhausted.

The cold and warm eyes fell, and the Qingxun Holy Maiden looked at her only son, and also shook her head lightly, without saying a word.

Even if there are a thousand words, who to talk to.

But the good times are in vain.

"Good!"

Taking a deep breath, the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint's eyes were condensed, even more solemn, and he said: "I can tolerate you for a thousand years, but today, I can't tolerate you!"

Boom!

The Heavy Thunder Sword Saint fell to the ground and took a step forward.

This step is not heavy, and it has not even left a footprint, but it has fallen into the ears of everyone in front of this heavy thunder knife city, the more they have cultivated to the highest level, the more deafening they feel, as if a war drum has sounded from the depths of their hearts, the drum sound is deep, shaking the heavens and the earth, and it is like a thunderclap exploding, black clouds cover the sky, and thunder tribulation comes.

The saint's qi overflowed and pressed down towards the Qingxun Holy Maiden.

Unlike the Heaven Opening Realm's powerhouse to tear apart the void with his hands, when it reaches a realm such as the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint, the attack is as plain as water, and the void does not wave, but the terrifying killing power contained in it is enough to make ordinary saints retreat and dare not strike at it.

Qingxun Saintess's slender hand was raised, and she slashed in the air.

Laugh at!

The blue-purple sword light was not very blazing, but it was filled with a powerful aura of law, and with a pop, it cut through the qi that had been pressed down, and it also collapsed into nothingness.

What the!

The third Taishang's heart was shocked, as a supreme saint, he knew even more that even if his clan brother sword saint did not exert his full strength, even if it was him, he had to concentrate on it, but he was so tough, and he was cut with a knife, this kind of sword technique was unheard of, and some of the shadows of his heavy thunder division thunder Dao reincarnation general book were plausible, and seemed to be mixed with some other unknown charm.

At the same time, Ao Zhan's footwork moved, almost ignoring the distance of the void, and appeared on the side of the Qingxun Holy Maiden, and the Void Knife was raised, pointing at the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint from afar.

Su Qi took a breath and glanced at the sword in his hand, and the time under his feet moved, and he also appeared on the other side of the Qingxun Holy Maiden.

"Seventh Prince, Lock the Sky Heir!"

The eyes of the Heavy Thunder Sword were like thunder and fire, the sharp edge was terrifying, and the saint's breath was surging, and on the earth around him, one after another thunder sparks bloomed, silver light was brilliant, extremely magnificent and brilliant, but the aura of destruction emanating from it made every great power in the distance tremble, and any thunder spark was enough to destroy them all.

Recite!

Su Qiannian and Ao Zhan were silent, but the long knives in their hands were buzzing, and the void and time taboo were revived, and at the same time, Su Qiannian hooked the taboo of sealing the town, and what he had to face in front of him was not an ordinary sage, but the existence equivalent to the nine demon saints of the Xuanhuang land, a saint of nine turns of reincarnation, a strong man standing on the top of the holy realm.

Qingxun Holy Maiden didn't look at the two, just nodded, and said: "Thank you for Bai Fan, if you can't do it, please leave the two, the road is long, stay for the useful." ”

"No one can leave!"

The Heavy Thunder Knife Saint snorted coldly, flicked his fingers, and a thunder spark rose, and then rotated extremely quickly, each petal was like a blade, swallowing bright silver knife light, almost instantly, it was above the heads of the three people, but the palm-sized thunder spark fell, and the void was calm, but whether it was Ao Zhan, Su Qinian, or Qingxun Holy Maiden, they all showed a dignified color. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket,The starting point genuine subscription is the greatest support for the ten steps!Today I owe the first two chapters,I can't make it up today.,And tell everyone.,This chapter has been grinding for a long time.,Dissatisfied.,The style of writing is still not new.,Ten steps want to change the tired style of writing.,It's still not ideal to think about writing it out after a day of quiet.,So if the update is unstable in recent days, please forgive me.,Late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder.,Not new, I'd rather not write.,Strive to complete the transformation and try this week.,The number of words in this month's update should also be completed.。 ）