Chapter 2007: limit

The expression of Mo Yaner is naturally quite wonderful.

Although from the beginning of Luo Zhengcheng, Mo Yaner was aware of the extraordinary origin of Luo Zheng.

But he did not expect that Luo Zhenghui would be so relaxed, and he would get fourteen true spirit swords all the way.

He is quite clear about the formation of the true spirit sword.

It is actually very easy to win the first three true spirit swords, but the fourth to the ninth true spirit sword is more difficult.

And the tenth to seventeen true spirit swords, the difficulty will be raised again! #_#67356

Mo Yaner tried it once. When he was about to take away the tenth sword of true meaning, he was hit by three long swords and suddenly he was black. He was kicked out of the squad...

Therefore, his limit can only take away nine true spirit swords.

Now Luo Zheng has already obtained 14 swords. It seems that it is not a problem to win seventeen.

If the woods are under the control of the 87th city of God, the true God who can win the seventeen true spirit swords is rare.

This guy...may be able to take a place to participate in the battle!

If he really participated in the dispute, hey, not only the position of the city owner is settled, but where is Uncle Yun, I have to blackmail it.

He was thinking about beauty, and the white ink in the white came over. "How is it?"

Today, Modian was busy with some private affairs, and it was late. He naturally wondered the performance of the young **** of yesterday.

"Look at yourself," Mo Yan smiled and pointed to the law.

There are counts in the heart of the ink, this Luo Zheng performance should not be bad, at least through the screening of the law is no problem, if Lian Ruomu is not qualified to go up, it is really looking away.

Without thinking of his eyes, the expression was stiff on his face.

He saw Luo Zhengyi one after the other, very casual, there is a true spirit floating, and in the side of Luo Zheng, those true spirit swords have been neatly arranged into a fan, around Luo Zheng Hovering.

"So much!" After a while, the ink was called out, and then several times, "one, two, three..."

"Fifteen, no need to count, and this guy seems to be more than capable," Mo Yan continued.

"I have more than enough to say, can you say that this guy can win seventeen?" asked Mo Dian.

Mo Yan's face is filled with a happy smile. "It should be almost the same. Seventeen is his limit." #6.7356

"Oh," said the ink-dye, and this scene was indeed unexpected. He originally thought that this young man, like Mo Yaner, won the ninth true spirit sword. It was not expected to be Luo Zheng. Can do this step.

"But what are these true spirit swords, why do they keep ringing?" Mo Dian stared at Luo Zheng.

Mo Yan shrugged his shoulders. "Ghosts know... Who knows what the kid used?"

Under their discussion, Luo Zheng’s figure went forward and retreat, and suddenly two true swords floated.

Seventeen!

The group of true gods who were not far from the queue suddenly burst into exclamation.

"I really didn't see it. This next real **** looks like a general, it will be so powerful. After a while, I actually won 17 true swords!"

"It's too strong, is this a person who is qualified to participate in the battle?"

"I have heard that the Eighty-seven City of the Swords can win the characters of the Seventeen Swords, and there are not two hundred true gods. Counting nearly half of the two true gods is qualified to participate in the Taoist struggle, and the giants. Those guys are battling, this person... is a quarter probability!"

For many true gods, the probability of being able to participate in the Taoist battle is too embarrassing. Most of them are just trying to take chances, exchange Sanskrit, or enter Ruomu’s understanding. It is also very beneficial.

Looking at the performance of Luo Zheng, these true gods are naturally quite envious.

As for the two brothers of the Wang family, from disdain, contempt, to face, to surprise, now it is already silent...

This guy brought by the city owner and they are not a level of existence at all.

"Seventeen swords are his limits," Mo Xiaoer smiled slightly, a look that had already been expected.

The ink scented the beard on the chin, but smiled. "I think it is possible that this kid can take it to the next level? Take all the true spirit swords away?"

Mo Yaner took a look at the ink code, and then said faintly: "Isn't it still not awake? You are not unclear about this pothole's squad. After the seventeen swords, the long sword on that road is mixed with red fire. Ray, this thing does not damage the soul, but the pain is unbearable even for the perfection..."

"I just said a smile, haha," Murdian said two times.

In the history of this sword **** city, there have been more than seven swords taken by three true gods.

Two of them are eighteen and the other one is twenty.

The true **** who took away twenty is originally a swordsman. It is said that after the foreigners grew up and quietly returned to their own families, they suddenly flew to the sky, and the swordsman has now become a great consummation!

As for the ability to take away twenty-three swords, one has never appeared.

"Luo brother does not want to give up, if he continues to win the 18th sword, I am afraid I have to suffer some bitterness," Mo Xiaoer laughed.

Between this conversation...

Luo Zheng once again rushed forward.

When he rushed halfway down the road, he was aware of the same.

In the sword rain that spurred from both sides of the road, there was a hint of red lightning, and the speed of these long swords actually increased.

"puff!"

Before he had time to rush into the former blind spot, he was shot by a true spirit sword.

"Hey!"

At the same time as the long sword runs through, Luo Zheng feels an unbearable pain in the soul. At a moment, he feels that his head will be blown up. The pain almost points to the depths of the soul and cannot be resisted.

Strong willpower in front of this pain seems to have become a joke.

Despite this, Luo Zheng still endured fierce pain, fled in the blind spot, and his body trembled.

"What a ghost thing..."

After confirming that his soul was not hurt, Luo Zheng looked at the red-red swords and couldn't help but scream.

Mo Yaner and Mo Dian outside the law line, watching Luo Zheng, who is constantly shaking, is a pair of premature expressions and smiles.

For a while, the pain that deepened into the soul slowly disappeared, and then looked at the swords of true meaning, and the eyes became dignified.

He originally wanted to get all the swords of true meaning in one breath, and now I understand that this is not an easy task.

If you are wearing these red-red swords three times in the same way, you will probably faint directly...

"Give up?"

Luo Zheng also knows that he has done enough, and has gone far beyond the requirements of climbing the tree.

I can watch those true-spirited swords that are going back and forth, and they are rushing up. ^_^67356