Chapter 2342

"As soldiers, you are all defeated. You can only lick your wounds here and die..."

Buzzing ~

The sword in front of him suddenly lit up a black light. It trembled violently and seemed to jump out of the ground and stabbed the boastful guy in front of him on the spot!

"The fate of a soldier is to wrap his body in a horse's clothes, not return it in a hundred battles, and the sword... Even if it is broken, it should be sonorous and shining, rather than stay here for anyone to look at."

His voice was loud and spread for more than ten miles.

All the long swords within the range of sound hummed and trembled.

"The fairy sword has a spirit. Even if it is damaged, there are still remnant souls. Why do you stimulate them like this?" Xiaoyou looked at Zhao Fang in surprise. When he saw the Tibetan Feng ancient sword in his hand, he was thoughtful.

"Why, am I wrong? A group of broken copper and scrap iron are only suitable for disgusting people here. If you are not willing, come and kill me."

Zhao Fang stood at the top of the slope, looking at the countless broken swords inserted at the bottom of the slope, sneering and mocking.

The swords trembled together and gave out a roar of swords. One of them, a three foot green edge full of cracks, broke the sky and cut directly at Zhao Fang.

"The sword without owner, dare to be presumptuous?"

Zhao Fang pulls out Zang Feng and cuts directly at the sword.

The two swords collided, sparks splashed, and the flying long sword was forced to withdraw more than ten feet without damage.

Zhao Fang looked as usual and was shocked. After eating a large number of immortal tools, Zang Feng sword had already reached the level of seven grade medium immortal sword, and was pregnant with a trace of intelligence. It can be called the top seven grade medium immortal sword.

Such a sharp weapon failed to cut off the flying sword in one stroke. It can be seen that this sword is strong.

"Ha ha, good! Defeated general, I want to see if you can bear my swords!"

Wield Zang Feng and quietly wield Fenshui sword to fight the enemy.

A broken sword is a broken sword after all.

Even if the three foot green front was once proud of the world, at the moment, it is just a broken sword in the sword grave. Where is the opponent of the sharp Tibetan front.

Just counting the swords, the broken swords broke, and the body of the Zang Feng sword spewed a lot of sword Qi, assimilating the broken sword fragments into the sword body.

At first glance, Zang Feng after swallowing the broken sword is the same as before, but only Zhao Fang, the sword owner, knows that Zang Feng's edge has become stronger!

"Sure enough, it works!" his eyes narrowed slightly.

Such words stimulated the broken swords. It was not his idle egg pain. In fact, after meeting these broken swords, Zang Feng gushed out a strong desire to fight them.

Zhao Fang didn't do it all for Zang Feng. He also wanted to see the prestige of the broken sword in the forbidden area of the sword tomb in Xianjian mountain. He also wanted to sharpen the water sword.

Whew, whew!

Without waiting for Zhao Fang to carefully observe the changes of Zang Feng sword, several swords were cut together. Each sword was like a big sword that changed the realm of God.

If Zhao Fang hadn't reached the extreme of Yuanying, I'm afraid he would have been separated by these swords.

"Come on!"

With a loud drink, Zhao Fang did not retreat but entered and met the broken sword alone.

More and more broken swords joined the battle.

The sword Qi burst from the fierce fight triggered the sword sealing array buried in the sword tomb, and even the prestige of the Tibetan front showed signs of being suppressed.

"Devour, devour!"

Zhao Fang sneered. Zang Feng radiated a sharp light. After swallowing many broken swords, his edge has reached the level of seven grades.

The broken sword in the sword tomb was once the famous sword of quake mountain sea. Any essence contained in it is extremely amazing. It has great advantages to recover the Tibetan front.

For a moment.

More than 30 broken swords have been smashed and swallowed up by Zang Feng. Zhao Fang, who holds the sword, is also covered with injuries. If it were not for the amazing armor defense of the bloody ghost, he would have been a dead man.

"Not enough, not enough. You broken copper and scrap iron want to kill me with this skill. Your former masters are all women, ha ha..."

Wanton ridicule covers a hundred miles, and all broken swords tremble together.

A series of amazing swords went straight to the Xiaohan. The unparalleled sword power attracted the minds of the disciples and elders of Xianjian mountain, which made them stare one after another and look surprised.

"The sword of the sword tomb is constantly blaring, and the sword Qi is straight to the Xiaohan... What happened? How can the sword tomb be so abnormal?"

"Go and inform Lord wanjianfeng!"

The calm Xianjian mountain immediately boils.

Soon.

A tall, unsophisticated and indifferent middle-aged monk in Xuanyi, with a group of Xianjian mountain friars in the later stage of infant transformation, appeared outside the forbidden area of Jianzhong.

"Let me go, fat man, you dare catch me, and I'll let my father kill you!"

"If you have the ability, let him kill you. If I frown, it's your son."

"I don't have your son."

A white fat young man with double swords pushed a beautiful woman out of the sword tomb.

"Ah Pang!"

Xuanyi middle-aged said, "where's autumn?"

"Sword tomb guard abban, I've seen the master of sword peak!"

Hearing the sound, the white fat youth stepped forward and saluted the middle-aged Xuanyi slightly.

Later said: "there is a change in the sword tomb. Master, he is an old man and is suppressing it!"

"Who is she?" Wan Jian asked.

"The specific identity is unknown. It should be related to the guys who sneaked into the sword tomb."

"Someone sneaked into the sword tomb?" Wan Jian's face changed slightly. "I'm going in!"

A white fat arm stopped in front of Wan Jian, which made Wan Jian very unhappy. As soon as the sword eyebrow was picked, the sword spirit burst out: "ah Pang, what do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, master wanjianfeng. Shifu has explained that the sword tomb is a forbidden area of Xianjian mountain. No one is allowed to enter."

"Your master is stubborn, so are you? When is it time to talk about these useless things?"

Ten thousand sword lungs are going to explode. I feel that a group of pig teammates really can't bring it up.

"What are you talking about?"

A wisp of heavy sword spirit came. I don't know when, the white fat young man who has been smiling and amiable pulled out a sword after his birth. The sword body was shrouded with strange rainbow light and pointed to Wan Jian from a distance.

Wan Jian's face sank.

"Pun, what are you doing?"

"How dare you point at the peak leader? Do you want to rebel?"

Behind Wan Jian, two of his disciples immediately came out and accused APON.

Ah Pang didn't say anything. He just stared at Wan Jian. His eyes were calm. He didn't have the slightest deference when the disciples treated the peak leader.

"Ah Pang, as disciples of Xianjian mountain, can't we care about our own forbidden area? Even if you want to maintain the system of the forbidden area, it's too exclusive and arrogant. Is that what elder Qiu taught you?"

At this time, a young man in purple came out of the crowd, carrying a sword behind him. The sword Qi rushed into the sky and looked coldly at ah Pang.

"Purple Palace!" ah Pang glanced at the man and grinned, "Oh, it's you waste."

"If I remember correctly, it seems that you can't even take a Yuanying friar in the medicine mountain. How dare you preach to me? Who gives you the courage?"