Chapter 787

With the sword light rising slowly from the sword box, a vicious, greedy and domineering atmosphere also pervaded everywhere.

Under the shadow of black sword light, a long sword hilt of ancient style appeared at the gate of the open sword box.

Originally, it looks like a long sword made of red copper. Its color changes rapidly from red to green.

Its material seems to be bronze.

Beiming stretched out a hand, held the handle of the bronze ancient sword, and then pulled it out of the sword box.

Suddenly, the black light filled.

Sword light into a huge black hole, across the void.

The evil sword is gluttonous!

Dark and unknown black sword light everywhere, all of a sudden will devour the heavy fire.

Engulf the black sword light after the fire, no reduction, but more powerful!

The young man under the light and shadow of the fire phoenix saw it. He raised his eyes, stood his palm like a knife, and split towards the north.

The flames condensed into Dao Dao Dao's light, crisscrossing in the air.

The red light of the knife is extremely concise, and each light is like silk thread.

The countless lights of the sword interlaced, and the hooks were woven into a huge net, which was airtight, and shrouded towards the north.

Beiming did not neglect, urging the evil sword Taotie to fight.

Yan Zhao song, the original master, came to the back of Beiming 's separation, and the two fingers in his food stood together like a sword.

The ever-changing meaning of Jue Xian sword instantly evolved into a sword technique suitable for Taotie of evil sword, so as to facilitate the sword to play its power.

The boundless black light turns into a boundless mixed hole, and the edge extends continuously, as if it is infinitely huge, facing the opponent's Phoenix wing Tianluo Dao.

"This evil sword is of high quality..." The youth in the fire frowns.

His strength is far better than that of the six realms of the ordinary martial saint. However, neither Yan Zhaoge nor Bei Ming has reached the level of Xianqiao, which is not enough to play the full power of the evil sword Taotie.

In this case, it was unexpected for him to stop him.

He gave a cold Snort and suddenly reached out.

In the twinkling of the dark red light, it fell into this man's hands. It was the top-grade holy soldier that he had worn before and used as a body guard.

When the light faded, Yan Zhaoge looked carefully and found that it was a big bow.

The other side pulls open the bowstring, and the flames gather at the fingertips, forming a red long arrow at full speed, aiming at Yan Zhaoge.

This is a pair of high-quality bows.

It's used for body protection. It doesn't show its power at all.

At this moment, this talent is really using this noble soldier.

Bow string a shock, a fire through the void, direct Yan Zhao song, earth shaking momentum!

There is no time interval between the fire and the target.

In the void between Yan Zhaoge and the other party, there is no trace of burning through the fire.

This arrow seems to completely ignore the boundary between time and space.

Until the evil sword Taotie's black sword flickered, the rocket appeared and was blocked by the black hole.

But this time, the black hole failed to swallow the rocket.

When the brilliant light broke out, the rocket even penetrated the barrier of Taotie sword light, and still insisted on shooting at Yan Zhaoge and Beiming separately.

The other side urged the bow to exert its strength to the full, and combined with his own strength comparable to that of Xianqiao wusheng, it was really terrifying.

But Yan Zhaoge was ready, and the sun seal came down from the sky and hit the rocket.

Through the black hole, the rocket, which has greatly reduced its strength, is suddenly crushed out by the sun.

The young man's eyes flashed fierce, and he was upset that he could not get Yan Zhao's song.

He has taken it seriously, but he can't stand each other's thicker background and more treasure.

This also made him cry and laugh. Compared with his family, he was more precious. Few people could make him suffer. Unexpectedly, today, he was run over by a warrior from the lower world.

"How many real yuan do you have to be able to urge two top-grade soldiers at the same time to withstand such consumption?"

The young man felt inconceivable. Without saying a word, he would be an arrow again.

The result is still stopped by yanzhaoge!

The other side glared: "how can it be? Can a warrior double and a warrior quadruple continuously urge two top-grade soldiers at the same time? "

Yan Zhaoge has a quiet look, and the vast real yuan that Wuji Tianshu and fan Tianshu usually accumulate is consumed rapidly.

The operation of the method of Yin Yang Tianshu helps him to recover the lost vitality.

At this moment, it is not as easy as before to fight with Zhang Zhuo and Kang Maosheng. Even with the support of yin and Yang Tianshu, his real yuan is also greatly consumed.

But Yan Zhaoge is not flustered. He is waiting for the right time.

This time, on the other side, is the battlefield between fengyunsheng and Mengwan.

There, it's also a big fight.

When Zhang Zhuo died, Meng Wan was a little distracted, but he soon regained his attention.

In addition, the intensity of the battle between her and fengyunsheng is no less than that of yanzhaoge.

Both of the women played hard.

A blue black fire dragon, the same silver Phoenix, fighting together.

Although they are in the underground palace, they are moved by two people. There are also big changes in the outer sky and between the real stars.

The cold and quiet Obsidian star moves up to the middle of the sky, as if it were taking the place of the sun.

At the same time, the black fire magic atmosphere overflows, swallows the brilliance, along with the boundless power of erosion, the power of dark Obsidian star is also highlighted.

A part of the vigorous and great power of the true Jiuyao began to pass through the numerous void, and they were respectively placed on the crown of the sun and the holy Sabre of the sun.

At the beginning, fengyunsheng fell a little.

After all, the crown of the Taiyin is a solid top-grade Saint soldier, perfect.

It is still in the recovery period, and has not really reappeared the style of Luoyao Dao in the past.

Feng Yunsheng can only activate all the power of the sun chilling Sabre for a short time.

In the process of fighting with Meng Wan, she did not take such a radical and adventurous approach.

But as the battle went on, the glory of the sun in fengyunsheng's eyes became more and more prosperous, and the light of the sword of the Sun God became more and more bright.

The fierce black fire atmosphere also rises and is constantly stimulated.

Later in the war, fengyunsheng pulled back the situation and began to defend as an attack, gaining the upper hand.

In the past, the fight between the dragon and the Phoenix was repeated. But this time, the Phoenix fell down and the Dragon sang in the sky!

The brilliant sun and black fire are interwoven to force the cold moonlight down.

At the cost of some injuries, Feng Yunsheng separated Meng Wan from the crown of the sun.

She took a deep breath, held a knife in her right hand, and stretched out her left hand in the air, like a real dragon probing its claws, into the radiance of the crown of the sun.

Meng Wanqiang suppressed his injury and still did not give up the crown of the sun.

But a flash of blue and black light blocked her from the sun.

The blue sun in fengyunsheng's eyes was shining away, the acupoints and orifices were shaking together, and the cold moonlight emerged from it. It was just like Meng Wan, the purest body of Taiyin.

There seemed to be an invisible ladder in front of her. She went up.

At this time of the war, fengyunsheng has also reached the point where the oil lamp is dry, so it is hard to fight again.

She was surrounded by the tiredness of the sword, which made her extremely weak.

However, Feng Yunsheng looks directly at the crown of the sun above and straightens himself up.

The light dragon flying in the sky holds the bright moon in his arms.

"After all..." Meng Wan sighed softly, and Tang Yonghao's face was complex and full of emotion.

Yan Zhaoge looks at Guanglong climbing to the sky and looking for the moon, and smiles: "finally..."