Chapter 473

That year, mountain flowers were romantic. They made tea and waved their swords. They were full of sword Qi.

With Su Fu laughing.

The rain all over the sky, roaring and falling, like sharp arrows.

Hit the ground, splashed, mixed with the red blood on the ground, like beautiful peach blossoms in full bloom.

Uncle Luo's pupil shrank suddenly.

In the sword Qi he cut out, there was a milky white sword Qi, but it was so dazzling and dazzling, just like a ray of bright sunshine in the night.

"That's..."

Uncle Luo's face, hidden under his black robe, trembled slightly.

The sword is gentle and soft.

It seems like spring breeze.

However, uncle Luo was more and more frightened.

It was such a gentle sword Qi like water that made him bow his head one after another.

The sound of blasting rang through.

Su Fu, swept by the sword Qi, emerged.

It was a figure with numerous wounds cut by sword Qi.

Su Fu smiled at the corners of her mouth.

Sweep with a sword.

The sword Qi stretches three hundred miles.

Like the sword of the river, from the sky!

Boom!

In Uncle Luo's frightened eyes.

The rain in the holy city seems to stop.

Countless rains burst, and thousands of swords filled the air.

Uncle Luo was furious.

He is in the starry sky. Is it difficult to deal with a nebula and fail?!

The golden sword in his hand suddenly swept across.

Hundreds of swords were cut out in a breath, and hundreds of swords hit the milky white swords.

However, Dao Dao's sword Qi collapsed.

Boom!

A loud noise.

The rain blew up several meters high!

In Uncle Luo's eyes, the Milky sword Qi became more and more huge.

Irresistible!

The blood was captured by Uncle Luo's sight

The black robe burst, uncle Luo's body flew upside down and rowed tens of meters away

Su Fu is laughing.

In the whole space, it seems that only Su Fu's faint laughter is left, with ridicule and excitement.

Starland... He can also kill.

It's very quiet around.

The three gods were numb and opened their mouths. The golden crowns on their heads seemed to be cut out by the escaping sword Qi.

What's that?

Uncle Luo in the starry sky... Was chopped off by Su Fu's sword?

A move to defeat the stars in the nebula?

Fake?

"That... That's... The sword King's sword spirit?!"

The three gods trembled slightly all over. As Tianjiao who had been practicing hard in the cultivation ground, he had understood the sword King God Monument and was very familiar with the sword Qi of the sword king.

He hasn't seen Su Fu cut out the sword, Wang Jianqi.

Because Su Fu didn't use this means when he defeated him.

At that time, Su Fu killed dozens of Tianjiao with a sword in the six grain area, which made the six grain area tremble.

Now, the three gods have finally realized this horror.

Su Fu cut the stars with a sword!

"Uncle Luo!"

After trembling, sanshenzi opened his mouth and roared.

On the side of sanshenzi's body, the black robed man who was as calm as an old monk also trembled slightly. His body took a step forward and stood in front of sanshenzi's body.

Su Fu held a sword in his hand, the second-class top sword before the three gods.

At the moment, Su Fu held his hand and pointed to Uncle Luo who fell to the ground, with a faint laugh in his mouth.

Little dream floats in the air, the rain is difficult to get close to her body, her eyes flow, her face is cold and murderous.

The black robe burst.

Uncle Luo was covered in blood and got up from the ground.

This is an old man who looks in his fifties. There is a half broken black corner on his forehead.

Uncle Luo is not dead. The sword King's sword spirit is very strong, but after cutting it out, it is weakened too much by his 100 sword Qi.

However, uncle Luo's black robe burst and revealed his figure.

Far away.

Su Fu ignored the ferocious and murderous uncle Luo. He took out the frightening juice and poured it into his mouth.

He took a big gulp, which frightened the juice into his throat and made him feel a burst of forthright.

The spiritual perception that had been drained suddenly recovered rapidly, like the water in the dug spring.

Su Fu's appearance was not very good. His body was covered with sword marks, but his flesh was very strong. After a while, he recovered from scarring.

This kind of body surface injury is nothing.

"Young man... I thought you had to fight with your own strength, but I didn't expect that you just used foreign objects... I think highly of you, and you're just so."

Uncle Luo said coldly. His skin was dry and haggard like old bark.

The faint voice spread, and the eyes of the three gods suddenly lit up.

Yes, uncle Luo is right.

If Su Fu beat back uncle Luo with his own strength, it would be really terrible.

But... The sword King's sword Qi is obviously not Su Fu's own strength, but a foreign object.

In other words, Su Fu is just like this!

It's hard to face the starry sky.

Su Fu carried the sword of the three gods and picked it up slightly at the corners of his mouth, showing contempt.

"Foreign objects are not strength?"

"You're a stupid old man."

Sufu road.

The words fell, and uncle Luo's eyes suddenly coagulated.

"Presumptuous!"

Uncle Luo straightened up and let out a hearty roar.

Swing your hand.

Suddenly, the rain seemed to turn in the air and roar towards Su Fu.

Although the sword King's sword Qi hurt uncle Luo, after all, his power was weakened and weak, and uncle Luo's strength was not damaged much.

This move will change the color of heaven and earth.

The strength of the star realm is really terrible!

Su Fu felt incomparable pressure.

Raise your hand.

The old Yin pen roared, and seven black dragons stood in front of his body.

Boom!

The noise exploded and the rain splashed.

The black dragon suddenly broke up and turned into an old Yin pen, rotating upside down.

Uncle Luo's palm, more than five million points of perceptual explosion!

Although the Kowloon shuttle has some merits in defense, it is not a real defense skill after all. It was directly smashed and scattered.

However, the slight obstruction of the Kowloon shuttle was enough for Su Fu to escape.

Around the three gods, the black robed man moved slightly and took a step.

"Lao Luo, make a quick decision. Don't waste time. This is a holy city. If you waste too long, there will be miscellaneous words."

The man in Black said coldly.

Three gods and one mind.

"Yes, uncle Bing is right, uncle Luo... Suppress him quickly!"

Although Xinghe shenting is strong, mengxu Shencheng does not really belong to Xinghe shenting, in which there are many great forces.

Especially death black holes and cosmic businesses.

These two forces are no weaker than Xinghe shenting.

Lao Luo turned his head and the fierce light in his eyes surged.

"OK."

He spoke coldly.

He was dragged by a cloud Nebula for such a long time.

I lost my face.

"Let me help you."

The black robed man's body trembled slightly.

Then ice crystals began to spread under your feet.

When the three gods saw that uncle Bing in black robe was about to make a move, they immediately showed a happy look.

Uncle Bing's strength is stronger than uncle Luo. Although it is also a star realm, the details are different.

If Uncle Bing makes a move, Su Fu is doomed!

If he could command the two stars, the three gods might have let the stars fight early.

Unfortunately, although he is the son of God, he is not qualified to command the star realm.

Command the starry sky... That's the qualification of the Lord of the country.

However, now that the two stars are fighting by themselves, he is relieved.

The ice crystals spread, and the rain all over the sky seemed frozen and turned into sharp ice edges and pierced Su Fu.

Su Fu's face suddenly changed.

One star is enough for him, two... He may not be able to deal with it.

however.

A sense of grandeur pervaded.

"Get out."

Boom!

Little dream floating in the air, petite body, exquisite and lovely.

Cold in the big eyes, deep in the pupils, kaleidoscope eyes rotate.

Huh?

Uncle Bing, the black robed man around the three God son, had a cold breath.

The ice ridge that originally hit Su Fu pierced Xiaomeng one after another.

Creak.

Countless ice cones stabbed Xiaomeng and wrapped Xiaomeng into a hockey.

Only the shadow is vague.

"Something inappropriate."

Uncle Bing looked at the ice hockey and said faintly.

The smell of little dream is just a nebula. How dare you shout at a star.

Later, uncle Bing didn't bother to pay attention to the little dream trapped in ice hockey. His eyes turned and fell on Su Fu in the distance.

"Lao Luo, the more you live, the more you go back."

Uncle Bing said faintly.

Lao Luo also felt a burst of shame and anger.

Uncle Bing took a step, and countless ice edges spread under his feet.

Suddenly.

His steps froze.

"Who do you say is... Inappropriate?"

A milky voice, but with a cold and murderous voice.

Behind uncle Bing, the voice of Xiaomeng floats slowly.

The skirt woven with perception floats in the air like an elf.

How is that possible?

Uncle Bing was surprised and looked up at the ice hockey. The ice hockey was still undamaged. How did the little dream come out?

Turn over the black robe.

Uncle Bing suddenly moved, and a long gun appeared. It was made of ice crystal and sent out cold air.

Return a gun and stab it straight at Xiaomeng.

To pierce the little dream.

Sanshenzi had already been stunned. The appearance of Xiaomeng was beyond his expectation.

The girl who has been sitting on Su Fu's shoulder is so strong?

Ding.

A crisp sound.

Xiaomeng's fleshy little hand grabbed the tip of the ice gun.

Although she is only nine cloud Nebula now.

However, as a descendant of the dream family, a turn of the starry sky is in her eyes... You can shoot to death.

Xiaomeng's face was expressionless, and his fleshy hand suddenly forced.

Ice gun... He crushed it directly!

The three gods were stunned.

Uncle Bing was stunned.

"You..."

He opened his mouth, but the words had not come out.

Xiaomeng's fleshy little feet stepped on his forehead.

Time and space seem to be static at this moment

The other side.

Su Fu dodged uncle Luo's blow again and his perception completely recovered.

Su Fu didn't continue to use his sword, Wang Jianqi.

The star realm is more powerful than he imagined. Jianwang Jianqi can't kill each other.

In that case, Su Fu can only use real cards.

When the soles of the feet stepped on the ground, the water splashed.

Su Fu's body soared slightly.

He raised his hand and threw his palm violently. Suddenly, dream patterns interwoven and emerged vertically and horizontally, lying between heaven and earth.

"Are you looking for death?"

Uncle Luo looked at Su Fu coldly.

If Su Fu keeps running away, it will take him some time to take Su Fu.

After all, Su Fu's body is strong and moves very fast.

However, at the moment, Su Fu actually chose to float in the air, which made him a living target.

Hum

Uncle Luo swung his golden sword.

Perception flows in.

He raised his hand and suddenly threw out his golden sword as a javelin. He wanted a sword to pierce Su Fu and nail Su Fu to death in the void.

Gold horn contains terrible power. Uncle Luo has absolute confidence in this move.

As for Su Fu.

Is floating in the air.

Dream lines are intertwined.

There are ninety-nine dream patterns, which are constantly converging and circling according to the special patterns.

Su Fu's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin golden mist.

Uncle Luo's eyes were fierce and murderous.

Su Fu focuses on weaving dream patterns in his hands.

Ninety nine dream patterns were finally woven into a golden sword by Su Fu.

This is the little sword obtained by Su Fu when he broke the extreme state.

It is the epitome of the big sword.

Extremely powerful and penetrating

If it is converted according to the perceived outbreak, Su Fu estimates that there are more than five million perceived outbreaks.

It is Su Fu's strongest means except the big sword so far.

The dream pattern sword was thrown out by Su Fu.

Silent, the brilliance of gold, the brilliance of gold.

It's like twisting the void and tearing the rain.

Uncle Luo's golden sword, with powerful energy, contains an unparalleled explosion.

The two quickly approached and collided in the air!

Pooh!

Uncle Luo's face was sneering and ferocious.

Even if Su Fu is a monster and a monster.

A cloud and Nebula can reach up to 2 million points, which is the limit stipulated by the rules of the universe.

Su Fuluo might be afraid if he cut another sword King's sword Qi.

But

Su Fu fought against him with his own strength.

What can he fear?

Although uncle Luo has general talent and is not a proud demon, he is in the starry sky. He hits with all his strength, reaching 6 million points!

How can Su Fu compare with him?!

He admitted that Su Fu was a monster, gifted demons, and could not compete with the three gods.

But so what?

He will kill Su Fu today!

"Dead!!!"

At the thought of bathing in Tianjiao blood, uncle Luo was so excited that his face twisted.

The golden sword collided with the dream pattern sword.

No explosion, no energy entanglement.

soundless and stirless.

The golden sword was broken directly from the middle and cut in two

The little sword still fell silently.

A puff.

He plunged into uncle Luo's head, cut all the way down from his head, and cut it on the ground of the holy city.

At last there was a dull noise.

The solid and indestructible ground of the holy city was cut to pieces.

The golden sword finally turned into a dream pattern and dissipated in the air.

Far away.

Su Fu's face was pale. He felt that he was drained and consumed up.

In front of him, uncle Luo's golden sword was dim, cut in half and fell, and the cold rain sprinkled on it.

Su Fu held the sword of the three gods and gasped heavily.

Rain splashed on the hair tip.

Su Fu's eyes drooped slightly, looked at Uncle Luo in the distance and shook his head.

"I thought Xiaobao sword would follow the big sword and give you a one-stop service... Unfortunately, you can't stand Xiaobao sword."

Sufu road.

Words fall.

A wisp of blood appeared on Uncle Luo's forehead, and his whole body was cut in two.

"I forgot to tell you... I broke the pole."

Su Fu said faintly.

Luo shuna's body under the rain seemed to be slightly unwilling.

Breaking the extreme situation, the so-called power limit, does not exist for Su Fu.

Although Su Fu is only a cloud nebula, he can make an explosion far beyond a cloud nebula, which is the advantage of breaking the polar environment.

Far away.

Uncle Bing, whose forehead was trampled by little dream's feet, gradually showed panic on his face.

Xiaomeng was surprised to see that Su Fu cut a statue of the starry sky with a sword.

Then, the feet suddenly exert themselves.

Boom!

Uncle Bing's head exploded and a blood mist flourished.

One foot in the head.

Two stars, meteorite.

"I su Xiaomeng... Invincible." The little dream was full of milk and milk, and said.

The three gods were stunned.

The change of the situation... His heart shrank quickly.

Su Fu was carrying the sword. Although his face was pale, his eyes were bright and his hair was covered with rain.

Turned around and looked at the three gods.

Strange eyes.

Little dream floated in the air, holding his chest with both hands and squeezing his feet. As soon as his big eyes turned, they also fell on the three gods.

Eyes... Equally strange.

The atmosphere... Suddenly became very embarrassing.

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