"Hell nine swords!"
Qingsha shot. This is his blood killing skill. Accompany him through the sword forest and help him kill his reputation!
Boom!
The ghost gas exploded, and the Black Ghost gas shrouded the sky. Fierce ghosts and wronged souls were roaring and struggling in the ghost gas.
Everyone changed color, because the ghost gas was like a lead cloud, which covered the sky and the sun, and even the sun could not be broken. Everyone could see that those fierce ghosts and wronged souls were soldiers!
Moreover, they are all wearing ragged armor from other countries, which proves that these people died in the hands of Qingsha. Their cruel martial skills can kill people''s lives and imprison other people''s spirits.
"Without sword, you will become the enemy soul in my sword Qi, but regret?" Qingsha roared.
Woo woo
It seems that the ghost door is wide open, and the evil spirits and fierce ghosts in the ghost spirit roar out. There is a headless general riding on a war horse. There are dark ghost soldiers in his hand and a pioneer who lacks half of his body. The battle spear in his hand is about to rot, but it emits a strong smell of death.
Of course, there are some ghosts whose bodies are rotten.
Qingsha screamed like a demon God. He stepped across the exit from the nether Qi and shouted, "kill!"
He seems to have become the leader of evil spirits and the representative of the king of hell. He leads thousands of ghost soldiers to attack Wujian in front. Everything along the way is decaying rapidly, and the bricks and stones and the earth are smoking black smoke.
"War!"
Wujian roared, the divine front in his hand was raised high and cut off suddenly!
Boom!
The soul force swarmed into a sword edge tornado, connected to the sky and earth, and attacked Qingsha. The sword edge tornado was hundreds of feet high and roared and rotated, as if it could devour everything.
Such as sand, stone, dust, roof beams and tiles, were all swallowed up. Some soldiers were screaming, and some of them were directly stirred into meat crumbs and flying everywhere.
"This boy, unexpectedly also came to this realm." Lin Fan''s pupils shrunk slightly, and then he smiled.
Without the sword, he even reached the eight fold peak of Yinyuan unconsciously. With only one foot at the door, he could become the nine fold strong of Yinyuan. After seeing the cultivation hidden by the sword, Lin Fan looked back and didn''t need to see it. The duel will end faster.
"Why, Lin Shaozhu is worried about your brother?" the wing king asked with a flash in his eyes.
Lin Fan gave him a strange look in his eyes. Where can you see that he is worried?
"Hehe, Lin Shao''s main eye is higher than the top and underestimates the heroes in the world. Therefore, he thinks that the winter solstice around him is just like him and can crush everything."
One of the generals beside the wing King smiled.
"Hehe, I also give you a choice. You admit defeat. Now quit the border of Yiwang mansion and give up the accountability to Xiaoyao king. I can let Shaer only hurt your brother." the old God of Yiwang is there.
He didn''t expect that this Qingsha turned out to be a broken mirror and became the eight strong leader of Yinyuan. Therefore, it was already in hand.
Lin Fan smiled at the wing King performance: "then?"
"Hum! Without a sword is fart? How can it be compared with a major general? You know, the major general practiced sword at the age of three and killed at the age of six. This year, there are more than 30000 practitioners who fell under his sword. Killing without a sword is like killing chickens and dogs!"
The guards behind the wing King spoke coldly and full of confidence in Qingsha.
"Do you think so?" Lin Fan looked at the wing king.
"Otherwise? The facts are before us." the king took the wine and drank it.
"Blind." Li Guang said directly.
The wing King''s eyes were cold.
Lin Fan said with a smile, "do you want to stop gambling? If brother Wujian loses, there will be no resentment between life and death. Moreover, I promise you any conditions. If he wins, promise me one condition."
The wing king looked at Lin Fan coldly: "any conditions? Including letting you die?"
Lin Fan nodded: "of course, otherwise what is arbitrary?"
The wing King frowned suddenly, but the general around him had said: "there should be some restrictions on this condition. It is not allowed to affect his family and himself."
Lin Fan glanced at the general: "as long as you dare to promise, feel free."
"Yes!"
Wing king has only one word.
The war situation is clear. Qingsha has the upper hand. Now Yanluo nine swords have been used as the third sword. There is a ghost difference!
So, will it fail?
"Idiot!"
Wing King mocked in his heart, young man, can righteousness be a meal?
"Idiot!"
Lin Fan''s eyes despise him. Will he lose without a sword?
The war is too fierce. Qingsha uses the fourth of the nine swords of hell. When the sword comes out, there is a ghost king. He holds a judge''s pen and breaks life and death.
"Roar!"
The sword free battle was violent. His black wound was ferocious. He was dripping black blood. It looked very sad. It was killed by an enemy soul and a fierce ghost.
His martial spirit appeared. It was a huge sword. It was too tall and taller than the ghost king. It was engraved with ancient and simple patterns and surrounded by mysterious Qi.
"Kill!"
Hum.
On the sword soul, those simple lines lit up, like the electric appliances connected in series were switched on, which was too dazzling.
"A sword breaks life and death!"
Qingsha smiled grimly. He waved his sword. It seemed that the ghost King hundreds of feet high heard the call. The judge''s pen in his hand raised and painted the unknown track in the void.
The word "death" is thousands of feet in size. It''s ghostly. It seems to represent the trial. We want to seduce the soul and take the soul!
"Cut the sky with a sword!"
There was no sword roaring. The lines that had been slightly bright on the sword soul suddenly appeared in the void. A word "cut" was bright.
On the one hand, the ghost spirit is dense, if senro hell, it seems to represent judgment and divine punishment. On the other hand, it is bright, with light shining like Buddha''s light. The two opposite breath are rolling and colliding with each other.
"No sword, I once said, you are not worthy of being a sword, you are not worthy of holding a sword. Look at my move to kill your spirit!"
Qingsha laughs wildly. He is full of confidence in this blow and wants to kill Lin Fan in one blow.
"The sword, guard with the sword, guard the feelings and love in your heart, the sword, kill with the sword, kill all the people in the world who can be killed!"
"The swordsman is worthy of his heart, and his back is like a sword. He would rather bend than bend!"
"The swordsman has his own masculinity in his chest. One sword will wipe out 90 States!"
"I don''t deserve to be a sword, do you deserve it?"
Without a sword, his back is like a mountain. He strides like a sword God walking in the world. He can bend but not bend. He can hold his head high and laugh at three thousand enemies!
This is his understanding of the sword.
The elders of Yaofeng have bright eyes. This boy has a strong understanding of the sword. He can be sent to the old dog door wall at the sword edge. Didn''t the old dog say that he is suffering from no successor?
"The sword is a weapon for killing. If you hold the sword, you will kill. You will be a sword!" Qingsha also roared.
This is a confrontation between two kinds of cognition.
"You don''t deserve to talk about the sword. Insult the sword and kill it!"
No sword cold hum.
A dead word, a cut word, crash!
This is the fight between the two Tianjiao''s perception and understanding of the sword!
It has nothing to do with cultivation, nothing else, just the fighting of Kendo!