Chapter 1273

Compassion never existed in the Lanke temple in Xituo. The old monk used the power of the Huangdao realm as soon as he made a move. The momentum of the magnificent Huangdao surged madly in the sky like a tide. The virtual shadow of the sun, moon and stars lingered on his falling fingers. In an instant, he turned into a pillar of heaven, split the sky and fell on Luo Ling.

In the gallop, Luo Ling only felt that the whole sky seemed to collapse.

A vast force suddenly descended from above. His body seemed to rush into the swamp, and great resistance came from all directions, making his speed slow.

Needless to think, Luo Ling already knows who did it. He is the siddharma practitioner who is known as the merciful Saint monk.

Luo Ling naturally knows how terrible the power of Huangdao territory is. He also knows that with his half step cultivation of the king's way, he can't resist this terrible blow, but the sword in his hand still shines brightly. The white sword is thin and white. It looks like the Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky. However, the sword is not in the sky, But straight ahead

Shua... Shua... Shua

Sharp wind breaking sounds sounded in Li Mingfan's ears. Then, white swords fell down like a galaxy. The vast area was very vast, interwoven in front of Li Mingfan, and finally gathered into a sword curtain.

"Overestimate yourself." Yang Chang's speed did not slow down because of the appearance of this sword curtain. In his opinion, this sword curtain was simply weak and vulnerable. Let alone resist his sword, even his sword posture.

The invisible sword power swept away, and the terrible edge directly tore the sword curtain into countless pieces.

Yangchang stepped into the air. The huge heavy sword puffed and puffed, and the blade was blazing and dazzling. With the deafening sound of the sword, he cut Li Mingfan's head directly. He wanted to cut Li Mingfan's head into pieces to vent his anger.

Looking at the roaring heavy sword, Li Mingfan's eyes were dripping blood, and two blood marks hung on his face. He wanted to use the blood god channel pattern again, but the almost exhausted blood essence and Zhenyuan couldn't afford his God channel pattern at all, but at this moment, a space ripple opened in the void in front of him.

In the turbulent void, this rippling ripple is like a spray in the angry sea. It is insignificant and difficult to attract attention at all.

But soon, a dazzling light appeared at the position where the ripples appeared.

Li Mingfan's eyes suddenly shrunk and his eyes stared straight ahead. In that dazzling light, a slender figure was slowly condensing out, bathed in the sword light. It was a thin figure, but somehow it gave Li Mingfan a feeling of towering like a mountain.

At the moment when the figure appeared, the figure had stretched out his palm, and then he clenched his five fingers, punched directly ahead and landed directly on the roaring heavy sword.

Keng!

In an instant, the sky shook violently like an overturn, setting off a roar like a mountain collapse and tsunami.

The sword wind storms visible to the naked eye set off madly between them. This sudden scene changed the faces of the people present.

Almost at the same time, practitioners from both sword region and Xituo looked at the position where Li Mingfan was in the Qi Dynasty, but this look made many people gasp. They saw that Yang Chang was retreating, as if he had been hit hard and couldn't control his body. Li Mingfan, who should have died under Yang Chang's sword, was still standing in the void unharmed, At the same time, right in front of Li Mingfan, a figure in white stood against the wind. What just happened?

"Who?" Yang Chang shouted fiercely, suppressing the blood gas rolling in his body. His eyes were straight, staring at the white figure in front, with an unspeakable shock in his eyes.

The practitioners present may not know what happened before, but as a party concerned, he naturally knows very well. Just before, this sudden figure not only broke his swordsmanship with one punch, but also shocked by his terrible power. He could hardly hold the sword in his hand, which made it difficult for him to calm down. To know the previous sword, he shot in anger, Although it is not his strongest sword, that sword is enough to kill practitioners below Huangdao territory. Even those Huangdao territories in the sword domain are close, they may not be able to break it so easily.

The figure ignored Yangchang, because after a boxing retreat from Yangchang, the figure's left hand also quickly lifted up. He grasped an iron sword in his hand, and his head did not turn back. The iron sword in his hand waved directly towards the rear. In an instant, the sword awned, and a strong sword light swept across the sky, as if across the void, All of a sudden, he appeared directly above Luo Ling and collided with the giant shadow of Optimus falling.

Boom!

When they collide, the light is blazing, just like two stars collide and erupt a terrible storm.

Many people narrowed their eyes and looked at the scene with shock.

The virtual shadows of the sun, moon and stars burst together, and the giant shadow of the sky collapsed like a mountain cut off by a sword.

The terrible sword light dragged out a blazing light in the void and cut off the old monk above.

The old monk's half narrowed eyes suddenly opened. His eyes were filled with terrible light like the hot sun. They were bright and photographed. He pressed down with his big hands, and the dazzling light rushed out madly on the palm of his hand. With a huge roar, a virtual shadow of the dragon and the white tiger appeared. The Dragon whispered and the tiger roared, and rushed at the roaring sword light.

"The seal of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger..." many practitioners in the sword domain recognized that when the sword domain fought with Xituo, some people didn't kill people and died under this seal.

Boom

The roar was raised crazily, and the sword light was finally swallowed by the virtual shadow of Tianlong and white tiger.

"If the old monk wants him to die... He has to die..."

The old monk looked at the white figure below with low eyes. His hands suddenly joined together. At the same time, the virtual shadows of Tianlong and white tiger not far away were intertwined together. A piece of Taoist patterns emerged and turned into a golden sword shadow, carrying Tianlong and white tiger on it. With a Shua, he shot away at Luo Ling below.

The speed of this sword shadow was too fast. It suddenly appeared behind Luo Ling.

The terrible edge breathed on the golden sword shadow. Before touching Luo Ling's body, Luo Ling's back had burst into dense sword marks and was dripping with blood.

Lorraine wanted to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

But at this time, a white hand probed behind Luo Ling, slowly grabbed the golden sword shadow and held it.

Ka

The golden sword shadow cracked.

Under the shocked gaze of the practitioner of the West Buddha, Su Bai raised his head, looked at the old monk above, smiled and said, "it's not small, but it's also in line with the style of the West Buddha. Can the old monk dare to take my sword?"