Chapter 673

Yanzhao singer holding Huihong sword, the sword is facing, a piece of disillusionment.

Everyone who faces his sword edge seems to have infinite vision in front of his eyes.

Mountains and rivers fall, heaven and earth break, all living things wither, all things annihilate.

The end of the world is like the end of the world, everything is the end, only death and silence.

Yan Zhaoge raised his middle and long swords and said with a smile: "I practice a sword technique. I usually practice it with my heart, but I only lay a foundation. I can only practice it if I want to kill and see blood. It's like finishing the final opening for the sword."

"What's more, we need a good enough grindstone."

Speaking, Yan Zhaoge stabbed out a sword.

The sword's edge is a little white and bright, which is fierce and evil.

Even Hui Hong sword, the inferior Saint soldier in the sword way urged by Yan Zhaoge, is buzzing, as if unable to bear his master's sword way.

The faces of all the Guangming masters changed.

Yan Zhaoge wanted to kill them to make his own sword of extinction.

In addition to nongyuxuan, the eldest brother of Guangming, who was in the triple realm of wusheng, was angry, so he came up first.

The power of magnanimity and hegemonism was defeated towards yanzhaoge.

Yanzhaoge's sword point is oblique. In the boundless light, suddenly there is a black spot, which is more and more expanding.

Seeing this, the other side was awestruck. He only felt that the immeasurable light of his real yuan was being annihilated.

He hurriedly strengthened his hand, but Yan Zhaoge was a feint.

After a sword, the body is standing and turning. It has changed its position without being surrounded by other Guangming masters.

Yan Zhaoge appeared behind the three realms of the martial saint, Guangming Zong, and took a direct shot of the domineering fan Tianyin.

The other side turned back and took yanzhaoge's move. Although he was not injured, he was not stable and stepped back.

Suddenly behind him came a huge attraction, but the gate of the Dragon hall was open, like a monster with a huge mouth.

The opponent came back to fight back the Dragon hall, but Yan Zhaoge was stabbed again, forcing him to stop Yan Zhaoge's attack.

Yan Zhaoge at this time, however, lights up the stove to intercept the attack.

Then, it was a hand, shaking the opponent to continue to retreat, in the end fell into the Dragon hall!

The strong of the three realms of wusheng, the Dragon hall itself is hard to suppress, so it can only barely shut him down for a few days.

But for Yan Zhaoge, it's enough, just like a tiger in a flock of sheep, to kill in the camp of other Guangming masters.

Six rest time passed, and nongyuxuan roared.

It can only be used as a sun seal for one attack. The attack is gradually exhausted and flies back to yanzhaoge.

The horrible spirit of youhuang Dao was immediately liberated, and nongyuxuan immediately took it back!

Fengyunsheng looks like the double pupils of the freezing sun. At the moment when the seventh rest time comes, it finally shows some fluctuations, which is unprecedented hot!

She stabbed herself and left a scar on her arm.

The blade of the bloody sun god Sabre flows through, and the dark air of Taoism is permeated from it, interwoven with the blue light.

Feng Yunsheng rises to the sky, and even plunges into the black fire atmosphere!

At this moment, the blue and cold sun is like dark extinction, but the vast and dark magic fire starts to fluctuate.

As soon as nongyuxuan's face changed, he realized that fengyunsheng wanted to capture his dark and brilliant Sabre Qi.

He once thought of this possibility. He didn't care about it, but now he can clearly feel that his dark Sabre Qi is shaking again.

It's not only those who are temporarily absorbed in the body, but also those who have not been refined.

Even the dark Obsidian power, which had been refined by him, was agitated together, as if it would rebel at any time.

"It's not just the knife, she has problems!" Nongyuxuan suddenly understood.

The same stone stumbled twice, but nongyuxuan didn't care about being upset and depressed. Instead, he tried his best to stabilize his dark Sabre Qi.

The fengyunsheng in front of him obviously obtained such a powerful power temporarily by some secret method.

He did not envelope Yunsheng can persist for a long time, it must be its own first collapse.

As long as there is no support of the sun chilling power, but fengyunsheng, who has just entered the great master's realm, can't continue to compete with him in the realm of wusheng for the secluded and brilliant Sabre Qi.

The eighth breath.

Seeing Yan Zhao's singing sword is fierce and powerful, but nongyuxuan is blocked by a woman she hasn't seen before, Cheng song's eyes are more dignified.

He wants to cross the Beiming separation, but he can't help Beiming separation too fast.

The three realms of wusheng and Beiming's separation in the later stage of the combination are only faster than the four realms of wusheng. Cheng song, who saw the early stage of God, is even a little faster.

The dark green bamboo stick made Cheng song afraid, but he couldn't fall on him and embarrass his holy soldiers.

Only in this way, Cheng song also has some thoughts, which is hard to exert.

So it was stopped by Beiming with Kunlong spear and Aohan martial clothes, and it was difficult to target Yanzhao song.

At the moment, Yan Zhaoge is fierce and powerful with one sword.

The Huihong sword, which was originally the best among the inferior holy soldiers, now its light converges.

Only the sharp point of the sword is so fierce that the white light is shining.

The blade of the sword is crossed. It's a inferior saint of Guangming sect. It's a long sword. The blade is pierced by Yan Zhaoge!

There is a small hole on the blade, which seems to be the size of a milligram, but its brilliance is suddenly dim, and the spirit is flying away!

It's like a life with independent will. When it's hurt, it's going away quickly.

The ninth breath.

In the black fire devil atmosphere, Feng Yunsheng is in it. The wound on his arm is bleeding continuously.

Contact with the surrounding dark magic atmosphere, these blood essence are consumed and burned up immediately.

Originally fierce, you Huang Dao Qi suddenly became calmer at this moment, and then it was absorbed by Lin sun divine Dao in Feng Yunsheng's hand.

Both the awe inspiring Sabre and fengyunsheng's own momentum are becoming more and more prosperous, but fengyunsheng's face is becoming more and more gray.

With the loss of blood essence, she became weaker and weaker, all supported by the magic effect of the sun chilling force.

However, the more you Huang Dao Qi absorbed by the holy sabre, the stronger the meaning of the holy sabre, and the faster the speed of absorbing you Huang Dao Qi.

At the end of the day, the holy Sabre is almost actively devouring the Qi of youhuang sabre.

In addition to the rolling black smoke, Yan Zhaoge "killed" his opponent's holy soldiers with a sword, and his sword became more fierce and terrifying.

At this time, the spirit of martial arts on his head became more and more vague, almost nothing.

The stronger the meaning of the sword, the more obscure the body of the sword.

As if all perish, to the end, to nothing together.

Nongyuxuan sticks to it and stabilizes its dark and brilliant Sabre Qi.

He wanted to attack Yan Zhaoge first, but his body stood still and didn't listen.

Cheng song begins to attack the defense line of Beiming.

The bright patriarch of the three realms of wusheng in Qunlong palace is about to rush out of Qunlong palace.

Other powerful Guangming sects swarmed forward to win in accordance with the number and kill Yan Zhaoge.

Everyone is crazy for the most precious time!

Pass the ninth rest time, and come the tenth rest time!

Yan Zhaoge's body shape is changed, and he is not entangled with other strongmen of Guangming sect. The target is still the elder of Guangming sect, who has a heavy realm of martial Saint destroyed by himself!

The sword is shining, and the blood is splashing!

But as soon as the blood flew, it was gone, as if it had never existed in the world.

It is the spatter of blood, shrouded in the meaning of the sword, but also disappeared!

Yan Zhaoge looks up to the sky and roars. The sword like wudaoling looks transparent and disappears.

Guanghua, with yanzhaoge as the center, rose to the sky.