Inheriting the ancient sword of Mingli and reasoning, he has the mind to think alone, but he will be rational tomorrow, but he is not as sharp as he imagined. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The slender black sword body is as ugly as a burning stick, and it is hard to imagine that this is an ancient sword that is enough to enter the famous sword list. But this ancient sword with a transcendent status slowly became bent in Meng Tian's generous palm.

Fu Qinglime held the hilt of the sword in her hand, and looked at Meng Tian in front of her with some disbelief, especially the scarlet and bloodthirsty eyes that were shocking, and the indifferent expression of breaking the ancient sword with her bare hands despite the sharpness of the sword body, which made her feel a spontaneous awe in her heart for the first time.

She held the hand of the Mingli Ancient Sword, and couldn't help but tremble slightly, until the heart-rending pain of the Mingli little girl sounded in her ears, and then she suddenly came back to her senses, and did not dare to hesitate at all, while she held the hilt of the sword with both hands again, she raised her legs and swept directly across it.

But Meng Tian didn't seem to care, even if Fu Qinglime relied on the impact of his strong body, but it smashed on his body covered with golden armor, it didn't seem to have the slightest effect, it still didn't move like a mountain, and his broad palm broke the dark sword body of the Mingli Ancient Sword into an extremely curved arc with brute force.

"Woo, I want my sister. ”

"Sister, come and save me!"

"I'm in so much pain, sister, come and save me!"

The ancient sword of Mingli sounded with a mournful sword sound, and the voice of the little girl crying was full of fear and fear.

It seemed that he really felt the pain of Mingli, the Red River was surging, and a white light swept rapidly from the river surface a few hundred meters away, and the sword momentum was amazing, enveloping the sword intent that seemed to exhaust the martial arts of the Sword Sect in the world, and it was awe-inspiring, and stabbed at Meng Tian fiercely.

Su asked.

The speed and sword intent of the ancient sword at this time were beyond anyone's imagination, even Meng Tian never imagined that this sword would be so psychic, but he had made up his mind, regardless of the attack of the ancient sword behind him, he lowered his head and snorted, his whole body strength filled his palms, and with the shocking roar, the entire bamboo forest ancient land resounded with a crisp sound.

The ancient sword of Mingli was broken!

The dark and simple slender sword body, broken into two pieces of dimly lit black iron, fell to the soft ground, and the dense aura was constantly dissipating, blurring everyone's expressions, but then there was a shocking cheer.

"Well done general!"

"The general is mighty, and the general is mighty!"

"General's divine power, my Great Qin Empire!"

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Meng Tian was covered with gilded lion and tiger beast pattern armor, standing there really like a god, even in the face of the sorrowful Su Wen ancient sword, he didn't have too much worry, and directly carried this awe-inspiring sword intent.

Because he knew the sword intent that the ancient sword slashed out independently, no matter how perfect and mellow it was, if it didn't have the help of the master, it would just be in vain.

He bore the sword.

Su Wen's ancient sword sounded with a clear sword sound, which seemed to be wrapped in monstrous anger, and the ancient sword body swept across the red river like a thin line, and before everyone could even notice it, the sharp sword blade had already pierced Meng Tian's back.

The blade was sharp, and it directly broke through the gilded lion tiger beast pattern armor, and the blood had overflowed.

"This is the second time I've bled today!"

Meng Tian's eyes drooped slightly, even if he had an ancient sword stuck in his back, his waist was still straight, but his voice was a little self-deprecating: "But if you can break a famous ancient sword, this transaction is not a loss!"

After he finished speaking, his face sank, the blood and qi around his body surged, and with an angry shout, the vast vitality of the dantian directly flew out of Su Wenzhen, who was inserted in his back. The burly body and straight waist are like the mountains of the empire, which make people look up to the mountains.

This is Meng Tian, one of the twenty-four divine generals of the Great Qin Lingyan Pavilion.

He looked up at Fu Qinglime in the distance, his face was light, and his voice was extremely indifferent: "Are you ready to be my armor?"

Fu Qinglime ignored him, but he was a little stunned, lowered his eyes to look at the two black black irons on the ground, his eyes were red and swollen and asked, "Little guy, are you okay?"

"I want a sister, I want a sister. The voice of the sensible little girl Pheasant revealed indescribable weakness and exhaustion, and she cried full of grievances: "I am so painful, where are you, sister, I really hurt so much!"

Fu Qinglime's eyes were moist, her heart was full of indescribable sourness, she resisted the urge to cry, raised her hand and snatched the Su Wen back into her hand, bit the corner of her lip, and comforted softly: "Don't cry, your sister is here, be stronger!"

The two ancient swords were lying on the cold ground, no longer as gorgeous as they were at the beginning, one was broken in two, and the other was greatly damaged. Things are people, but they are still closely intertwined, just like the little girl who always likes to pretend to know everything in the endless years of the past, and the big sister who is speechless who can always ask, they are the most intelligent sisters in the whole world.

Even after thousands of years, it still hasn't changed.

Fu Lime had red and swollen eyes, only to feel very uncomfortable in his heart, and he couldn't breathe when he was depressed. If it weren't for her strength, how could such a thing happen if she had to bring Mingli, who was not good at fighting, to fight?

"I don't understand, I don't want to think about it. ”

Her eyes drooped slightly, and she shook her head at Meng Tian, who looked like a mountain in the distance, and said, "Because I just want to kill you now!"

"Heh, stubborn!" Meng Tian's indifferent expression, sneering and sneering, not wanting to waste time, he who had always been decisive suddenly swept up, and his five fingers clenched into fists in mid-air, wrapped in the super vitality power of the powerhouse of the Six Realms, and smashed at Fu Qinglime.

The fist momentum was amazing, like a mountain suppressed down, without the attack of the lore sword momentum, Fu Qinglime could only turn into a white dragon, and poked out a vigorous dragon claw to block this fist. But Meng Tian's strength was really amazing, and the long fist smashed the dragon claw bones like a broken bamboo, and landed directly on the winding waist.

With a bang, it seemed that the dragon scales had also been shattered.

Fu Qinglime sounded a shocking dragon roar in pain, the mountains and rivers trembled slightly, and the grass and trees seemed to have withered yellow, she endured the intense pain, and spit out the dragon's breath to freeze Meng Tian.

But before the cool dragon breath was spit out, Meng Tian's figure had already disappeared. The next moment, it appeared on the top of the white dragon's head, and the iron fist drove straight in, smashing into the dragon's head.

The dragon roared.

Fu Qingling only felt that his head was about to explode, as if there was a slender crack, spreading from the dragon's head to the whole body, and the bone meridians were directly cracked under this fist, and he couldn't help but fall into the air, and the dragon body that was 100 meters long fell directly down and sank to the bottom of the mighty flowing Red River.

Meng Tian looked at the Red River in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes were a little jealous, and he said to Meng Qin over there: "Dingguang Sword, break the sea!"

Decisive and direct, Meng Qin held Dingguang in his hand and broke through the 100-meter Red River, never saw the white dragon, so he had to continue to break the sea with a sword.

Fu Qinglime sank to the bottom of the Red River, familiar and unfamiliar, but she could feel the divine light of the light sword on the bank, which was constantly crushing the Red River, she was anxious, and she was about to rush ashore to endure the pain, but suddenly a weak voice came from her ears.

"Lime~"

Fu Qinglime's heart twitched, and she said in a trembling voice: "Qingyun, is it you?"

"It's me," he said in a weak voice, "with water...... , Weishui God...... , Red River ....... ”

Fu Qinglime suddenly raised her head when she heard this, her eyes shocked.

ps, today on the winter solstice, I wish you all of you, happy holidays, and eat more dumplings. (To be continued.) )