This is also destined to be a tiger's head.

There was a sword qi between heaven and earth for a while, formless and substantial, but it could cut off everything, not only space, but also time.

They've already done it.

Although the sun has begun to sink in the west, it is still early.

They can't wait any longer.

Without the confrontation of ten years and a hundred years, they can't even wait for a day and a half, and it won't be an hour.

The sword has been played in the hands of the two of them, and it is very beautiful and beautiful.

Maybe it's no longer a sword, but a part of the body that extends out, whether it's a steel sword, a cold ice sword, a qualitative or non-qualitative sword, like dancing.

It's beautiful, but it's dangerous.

The popping sound of the prodigal Ziyu's majestic body kept coming, and Da'e had already run to the back of the prodigal Ziyu's head.

The ripples on the purple wall continued, and it could only be blocked slightly, and the castration was slightly reduced, hitting the canopy, hitting the golden light, passing through the golden light, and hitting the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, disappearing, being swallowed, and not causing ripples.

Looking at the sword of the second bear, it was like a dragon and tactful, sometimes like a tiger descending the mountain, pointing at Xuan Ming's chest, slashing through Xuan Ming's neck, but the next moment the tip of the sword couldn't help shaking, hitting Xuan Ming's lower plate.

Xuan Ming is also not to be outdone, a sword, as if dancing out of tens of millions, a sword away, covering the whole body, a sword to draw the power of ten thousand swords.

Danger and danger, always between the millimeters, the posture is graceful, and they are all good-looking.

If you are not careful, I am afraid that you will die on the spot.

"It's been a long time. ”

Tian Peng said to the prodigal son, and the others hid behind him and couldn't see it.

"I can't count. ”

The prodigal son Yu answered very honestly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, fast as thunder, slow as a snail, who can count it.

"Fortunately, I can't count them, and if I can count them, I'm afraid these generals behind me will suffer heavy losses. ”

Canopy sighed. I am also glad in my heart, although I thought about it earlier, but after all, I am also concerned.

Today's Xuan Ming and the Second Negative are invincible, if you encounter the Xuan Ming or the Second Negative alone, Tianpeng is fearless, and even full of confidence, he can win.

Because Xuan Ming touched the second negative, and the second negative touched the Xuan Ming, the collision of the two can burst out ten times and a hundred times more powerful, which is the enemy, but the qi is also pulling each other, and it is stronger.

It's no longer a battle between two people, it's a battle of swords, it's a battle of Tao, it's a battle of rules.

The real gladiatorial fight only needs one move, it is the strongest move, and it is used by the spirit and spirit, either you die or my king.

Just looking at the fact that there are so many swords swung now, and the dance is so beautiful, but it is so powerful, you can know how strong the next time the two meet.

These countless swords are extremely strong, if the two of them meet ordinary people at ordinary times, such swords are already the strongest between the two of them, but now there are countless swords.

Sometimes it's really important to meet the right person, no wonder you have waited so many years.

The situation in the field changed instantly.

Even if it is no longer a life-and-death duel, Xuan Ming and Eryin are serious.

If you don't take it seriously, you have to die.

They are all so dangerous, and they are so urgent.

The face is expressionless, the expression has not changed, it is still the same, not afraid of life, not afraid of death.

I just want to dance the sword, dance, seal, and understand.

There is no killing intent in his heart, a sword comes with a sword, every sword is deadly, and there is not the slightest murderous aura revealed, as if he is fighting.

Two people who never know each other, only live and die, but today they cherish each other.

The sword changed, it all slowed down, but in an instant it became very fast, and it could ignore space.

There is no dragon, no tiger, and no sword into ten thousand swords.

All that was left was a simple thorn, stabbing at the opposite side, stabbing at the door, stabbing at the heart, not sparing even a toe and a thumb.

There are always countless blood holes between the prodigal son and Tianpeng, which are very small, like cow hair, which are instantly restored, but they appear in an instant.

Even if they have some ability, they are not dead.

It's also a lot of effort, the flesh and blood of the prodigal son feather are pregnant with a layer of golden light, otherwise it may not be able to block it only by relying on the method of refining the body that supports the heavens and the earth, and it is very simple to stab a sword, but the terrible thing is that it is sharp, put it in the void, I am afraid that a sword can pierce the heavens.

That golden light is Donkey Kong's Dharma Body, which is ingeniously hidden in flesh and blood.

Even the two great demon gods of heaven and earth may not be able to do it, but the prodigal son feather has done it.

Therefore, if it is not seen, if anyone who knows the goods sees it, he will also exclaim in his heart.

It's the turtle breathing technique of the old turtle in the East China Sea, what else can't the prodigal son feather, the old turtle who can only eat and sleep, will actually pass on the technique to others.

That sword is all Tao, all life, and all destruction.

It can bury time and space, time and space.

Fortunately, in Daluotian, the incomparably solid Flood Desolate Continent, the rules are the most stable.

It's been a long time since such a master has faced off in Da Luotian, everyone has restrained their hands and feet, and if they want to fight, they will come to the void, or they will fight.

Unai has forgotten how much since ancient times, how many years, how much history, has been buried, even if it is a candle shade, a candle shade born when the universe is about to open, it has forgotten many things, and memories are fragmented.

Because there are countless histories that have been buried, countless memories have been deprived, and candles are no exception, and the great supernatural powers are helpless.

In that era of ignorance, how much of the past was buried, and the duel of the great supernatural powers could bury everything, time and space were no exception.

Erwei and Xuanming are also burying time and space, burying memories, and the stabbing of that sword will take away a piece of history.

Everyone knows that in that era of ignorance, there were countless battles, which buried countless people, left behind songs and tears, and left behind heroic spirit.

But no one can remember where the war began, how Pangu appeared to quell the war and make the Three Realms peaceful.

Everyone's memories are intermittent and uneven, Tianpeng knows that he once used the Emperor Shaking Bell to disperse the ancient Black Emperor's law body, and Jiu Chen Qi killed the Black Emperor.

But he couldn't remember what the contradiction between him and the Black Emperor was, and even the image of the Black Emperor was vague, and he couldn't remember it, inexplicably.

It's not because they're old and their memories are declining, it's because the great battles have buried history, buried memories, and been shattered by the sword, fist, or kick that induces the rules.

The sword of Xuan Ming and Ermina both brought a piece of history and a memory.

Cangjie, who made words, can be admired by the Three Realms, made the Three Realms worship, and made Heaven jealous and die of Heavenly Punishment.

Because his words can engrave history, turn memories into vivid words, and engrave them forever, even if they forget, they can be retrieved.

That obscurity has passed, and it has been forgotten, but there are words engraved in the future.

Xuan Ming's hair is white, his face is white, and his hands are white, even if he is wearing a black robe, it can make people feel white at this time, so his sword is also white.

The second negative is clean, whether it is green silk, or white clothes, or even the white hands, they are all clean, and the heart is also quick, so his sword is also clean.

White does not equal clean, and clean does not equal white.

Those are two different ways of swords, two different rules, but there are different paths to the same end, they are both swords.

Can kill, can bury the rules.

Hongjun said that there are 3,000 Taos, and each person's Tao is different, but they all have the same path, and they are all the ways of heaven.

Everyone has the opportunity to grasp the Tao, which is nameless, invisible, incomprehensible, but real.

Xuan Ming and Eryin must have touched the Tao and the way of the sword.

Sometimes it is glorious and generous, sometimes it is restrained and simple.

A sword can dance and make a debut.

Do whatever you want, hold the sword in your hand, control the sword, not be controlled by the sword.

There is no strong way to be strong, but there is a strong part to man.

Don't give in to each other, compete with each other, stab with a sword, stab with a sword, dodge that sword.

The two of them have gradually become quaint, you have a sword, I have a sword.

Ordinary and ordinary, mysterious and abnormal.