Chapter 622: Sword Master's Sword

A mirror exudes infinite light in the air, this mirror is called Shouguang Tianji Mirror, the mirror can deduce many heavenly machines, many hidden things can be speculated, but there is a disadvantage, that is, this mirror needs to burn life, people who cultivate immortals, although the life span is much higher than that of ordinary people, but how can they think that their lives are long.

In the early years, the Shouguang Tianji Mirror fell into the hands of King Mo Ye.

But all this time, Mo Yewang did not use this Shouguang Heavenly Machine Mirror.

But this time, King Mo Ye was completely annoyed by Lu Yuan, his hatred for Lu Yuan was to pour all the water of the three rivers and five lakes, and he couldn't clean it clearly, he must kill Lu Yuan, so even if he burned his life, he had to use this Shouguang Tianji Mirror, Shouguang Tianji Mirror Yilu, and his life burned rapidly.

King Mo Ye couldn't help but be stunned, he had already found the location where the people of Huashan were located, and they were actually quite close to the people of Jiuhua Mountain.

So close, but not noticed, what the hell is going on?

Whose hand is this?

King Mo Ye had doubts in his heart, but although he was suspicious in his heart, he had already been covered by anger.

He must die for the people of Huashan.

"Let's go. ”

As soon as King Mo Ye drank, King Mo Zi, Luo Xiu, and Rong Fengjiao under King Mo Ye, for the evil monks, these characters, a full nine hundred and ninety-nine people, rushed together, these people, which one of them was not angry and murderous, and was teased by the people of Huashan for a whole day without finding any trace of Huashan, and was also killed by Lu Yuan, the head of Huashan, in the thousand army array, and lost face.

This is a giant immortal gate against a high-grade immortal gate.

It can be said that this is a naked insult for the giant Xianmen Jiuhua Mountain.

For the people of Jiuhuashan, they should use the blood of Huashan to cleanse this insult.

This distance is too close, in the blink of an eye, more than ten small peaks have flown over, and immediately, nearly a thousand people from Huashan have appeared in front of the people of Jiuhua Mountain.

"Hahahaha, finally let us find you. The evil monk laughed: "Let's find it, this time, if you don't find countless rotten heads, it's really not in line with my style." "The evil monk especially likes to smash people's heads to pieces, which makes him have an inexplicable irritation.

"It's a pity that so many strong men are going to die. Rong Fengjiao sighed.

Luo Xiu held his hand behind him: "It's a pity, there is no way, if you offend our Jiuhua Mountain, you can only die, this is the majesty of our Jiuhua Mountain." ”

King Mo Zi's whole body was murderous: "You people from Huashan, think you are unlucky, your head Lu Yuan, actually dare to kill my younger brother Mo Ziyan, Mo Zihe, dare to kill our two lives, you plan to fill tens of thousands of people, and be completely exterminated by us." "This is the style of Jiuhua Mountain, Jiuhua Mountain, as a hegemon, acts extremely domineering.

King Mo Ye's eyebrows were furious, his anger was the strongest, and the air around him had been burned by his anger, and when he came, the sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dark.

He was really angry.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill them all, don't leave a single one, and don't kill it as soon as possible, I want everyone in Huashan to regret coming to this world, and I want them to be completely reincarnated thousands of times, they are still afraid of Jiuhua Mountain in the depths of their souls, and we want the fierce reputation of Jiuhua Mountain to resound in the south. "Mo Yewang's voice has a strange rhythm.

King Mo Ye is the lord of Jiuhua Mountain, and under his three killing orders, these people in Jiuhua Mountain, who have long been on fire, rushed out together.

For the evil monk to rush out first, he has always liked to kill, and this time he is facing the people of Huashan, a group of ants in Huashan, the staff in his hand is getting bigger and bigger, the staff of the general monk is the color of the wood itself, and his staff is blood red, his staff changes into a blood moon in the air, and the people of Huashan are pressed down, he goes down this staff, I don't know how many heads will be shattered.

Rong Fengjiao laughed: "For the evil monks, but I want to leave some strong men to the slave family." She flew in the air in an extremely wonderful posture, and at the same time flew out of the two colored sleeves in the sleeves, once the two colored sleeves hit out, they conjured up various postures in the air, the fragrance of the flower flew out with the cuff, and the fragrance of the flowers was faintly comfortable in the nose, but many people and horses in Huashan saw many celestial girls dancing in the sky at this time, all kinds of graceful postures, and they were going to fall into such a red pink skeleton trap, and when the time came, the essence was absorbed by Rong Fengjiao, and life and death were in the hands of Rong Fengjiao.

Luo Xiu snorted coldly, he slapped his hand, and sacrificed a demon fire, this demon fire burned in the air, green flames, don't look at Luo Xiu's usual appearance, but he is the most vicious, he uses the Seven Emotions Demon Fire, pulling people's souls into the demon fire to sacrifice, using all kinds of anger to increase his own strength, he said lightly: "People of Huashan, you can die with peace of mind, all turned into fertilizer for me to increase my strength, your existence is for me to fertilizer." ”

And King Mo Zi also made a move in an instant, his move was the most tyrannical, he played the royal road seal in the void, this royal road seal was pressed down by everyone's heads, once this royal road seal was pressed, many people would become meat cakes, and even the soul would not be left, and his killing speed was undoubtedly the fastest among everyone.

For the evil monks, Rong Fengjiao, Luo Xiu, and Mo Ziwang are all aimed at each other, and they all plan to harvest their lives as quickly as possible.

That's nearly a thousand lives.

They have to compete which one kills faster and which one receives more souls.

Jiuhua Mountain has destroyed countless doors, and in many previous experiences, they have divided the spoils of war in this way, treating people's lives and souls as trophies.

They don't know how many times they have played this kind of competitive killing competition.

Of course, this time facing the people of Huashan, they plan to play more ruthlessly, because this time Huashan's hatred is deeper than before.

For the evil monk's blood staff to attack, under the huge blood staff, the Master of Yuanyang found that his Chaoyang sword is quite weak, no matter how good your ant skills are in the face of the elephant, you can only be crushed, seeing that the Master Yuanyang is about to be smashed by a blood staff, at this moment, a sword light lit up.

This sword light began to cut from the blood light of the blood staff, and broke through the endless blood light with absolute perfection, and this sword was not extinguished, pointing directly at the throat of the evil monk, and the evil monk couldn't help but be surprised, this is such a perfect and exquisite sword light, and pointed straight at himself, because the evil monk also knew the power of this sword light, and he couldn't care about killing the Master Yuanyang, and he flipped over and sacrificed a Meng bowl, and the sword was cut on the top of the Meng bowl, which was shocked in the heart of the evil monk, because he suddenly found that although Meng Bowl blocked this sword on the surface, in fact, every drop point and every trace of this sword was the weakest point of Meng Bowl。

Bang! Meng Bo was hit in countless weakest places, and with a bang, Meng Bo exploded, and the evil monk still had to be defended, but the sword light came with absolutely perfect steps, and sent the tip of the sword into the throat of the evil monk in a perfect posture, and the sword intent of death was sent into it, *** all its vitality, and it had taken the life of the evil monk in an instant.

A sword kills an evil monk, and so on, this sword is not over.

At this moment, Rong Fengjiao was about to coma the Venerable Master Huifeng, she wanted to slowly play the Venerable Master Huifeng, and this perfect sword light had been chased straight after, Rong Fengjiao couldn't help but be surprised, what a perfect sword light this is, every step is perfect, every drop point has no slightest error, Rong Fengjiao's color sleeves immediately turned back, turned into a thousand color sleeves, her color sleeves are thousands of changes, unpredictable, whether it is attack or defense, are extremely exquisite, she is often proud of this, but this perfect sword light also easily pierced her defense, pierced her throat, and the sword intent of death was sent。

This sword is still not finished, this sword steps perfectly, continue to move forward, this time it is Luo Xiu who is attacking, Luo Xiu found out that Rong Fengjiao and the evil monk died under this sword light early in the morning, so he was quite careful, seeing that this sword light was coming, he had already made many preparations, and the Seven Emotions Demon Fire laid down a heavy defense in the air, but it was useless, in the face of this perfect sword light, the Seven Feelings Demon Fire was easily pierced, and at the same time, Luo Xiu's life was pierced.

King Mo Zi saw that these three people were dead, they died so quickly, he was in a state of distraction, he found that he couldn't resist, he wanted to escape, as long as he fled to his father Mo Yewang's side, but this sword light, the perfect one intercepted him, and the perfect one sent the sword light into his throat, ending the life of Mo Ziwang.

Four lives with one sword!

With just one sword, he took the lives of the evil monks, Rong Fengjiao, Luo Xiu, and Mo Ziwang.

Moreover, the most terrible thing is not this.

This sword, from the beginning to the end, every position of the falling sword, every trace, is perfect.

In general, between heaven and earth, only one thing is perfect.

And this sword, every time, has found the perfect point, and many perfect points have turned into a perfect sword.

This sword, according to the above statement of swordsmanship, should be called a line of swordsmanship.

In swordsmanship, there is a dragon in swordsmanship, the so-called swordsmanship a dragon, which is all the essence and spirit gathered in a sword and wielded out, and finally turned into a perfect dragon shape, this is a dragon in swordsmanship, it is not easy to practice a dragon in swordsmanship.

In terms of swordsmanship, there is much more upscale than swordsmanship, which is a line of swordsmanship.

It's quite difficult to find the perfect place to land the sword.

And swordsmanship, every landing point of this sword must be absolutely perfect, and this requirement is much higher than a point.

There are not many people who can use swordsmanship to fight a dragon, although there are not many in the southern realm, but there are still some.

However, the people who can use swordsmanship to line the sky are basically extinct in the south, and there is no one.

And now, I actually saw a glimmer of swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship that no one in the entire southern realm would use actually appeared.

Who is the one who wields the sword?

King Mo Ye's eyes widened, not only King Mo Ye, but all the eye-sighted people in the Imperial City of Dayong City were wide-eyed.

This!

This!

How can it be!

(The second shift, there is another shift at night, reaching the realm of the Sword Master, the first time to come out of the sword, it's cool.) ）