v4 Chapter 25： Extreme Magic Hall [First more]

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Sword beads!

Li Yantian's pupils contracted, revealing a dignified color.

The Zi Xiaozong practiced Kendo, and the predecessors of Zongmen were approaching. Before sitting, the whole body will be transformed into a kind of sword and merged into a certain type of jade, and the jade after incorporating this sword will become a sword ball. The Zixiao sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and its strength is overbearing. There are many ancestors sitting in the ancestral gate, and all will leave a sword ball. This sword ball has different strengths and strengths, and one of them is unconstrained. It is extremely difficult to surrender. If a monk wants to use it, he must crush the sword ball and integrate that sword in his body. Internal strength soared several times, killing powerful enemies, is a unique secret treasure of the Zi Xiaozong, non-Zi Xiaozong monk, the sword of the body is intolerable, harmful and useless.

However, it is not easy to use the sword beads. The monks need to be aggressive in their cultivation, and they must persist in their perseverance before they can be used in refining. Otherwise, if they are not careful and cannot bear the fusion of swords, they will be attacked by swords. In the light, the physical body is damaged and the vitality is severely injured. In the other, it is broken by the sword on the spot and the gods are destroyed. Therefore, although there are a lot of sword beads in Zixiaozong, the disciples under the door are not used at a critical time.

Right now, this essay crushes sword beads, blends swords, and soars several times in strength. This shows that the sword beads in this person's hands are precious. It must be that the great magical monk who practiced Kendo I was condensed into a thousand cohesions. .

Self-injury before shooting.

But Wen Daozi was still safe in his heart, and he wasn't ready to retreat when he shot this time.

But he was struggling hard, and Li Yuntian also dreamed of it intact.

Into the sword, the strength skyrocketed. But after all, this sword intention is the result of the forcible promotion of foreign objects. Every time, it will cause great damage to the physical meridians, so it is best to shoot immediately.

"Heavenly friend, pick me a sword. After this sword, you and I will win."

Wen Daozi looked pale, blood poured out, dripping along the corner of the clothes, described as terrible. At the same time, the breath of this person also reached its peak in an instant!

"One sword, broken sky!"

In the roar, Zi Xiao's sword flashed, and a swagger of swords exploded from the sky, sweeping away.

Sharp, Mo can resist.

Raise your arm and the sword falls.

Wen Daozi's Qiqiao bleeds, the flesh is more broken and scattered, and he retreats, his breath is weak.

An invisible sword, coming out of the Zixiao sword, passing by along the way, the space trembled, and a rift appeared.

Wen Daozi himself successfully repaired the Yuan Ying with a fusion of sword beads and sword power. After being superimposed by the Zixiao sword power, he was shocked by the power. Such supernatural powers can already kill any monk who does not fall below.

How can you resist with one sword!

Li Zhitian was transformed into a demon body, with a height of one hundred feet, arrogant physical powers, and unparalleled magical powers. Hostile monks in the late period could easily kill them, but the sword was cut off at the moment, leaving him with a chill in his heart.

But still, it couldn't scare him.

"The sword is strong, but after all, it is not from your own cultivation. How can this sect be afraid?"

"Today, this sect defeats your sword with the supreme devil, making you defeated."

"Supreme magic, shocking, fist-falling, shattering!"

Growl, as the devil growls.

One punch.

The billowing magic is as dark as ink, sticky and dripping, wrapped around the fist, and the space is shattered and shattered.

boom!

The magic fist, Jianyi Void against the bomber, Pei Ranwei burst, sweeping the sky.

The tremor of space is blurry and invisible, but the breath is enough to make everyone tremble.

There are countless monks in the surrounding mountains, all of which are discolored, with fear and fear in the eyes.

Sword means Hengqiu, blood flowers bloom.

After a short while, dissipate.

Baizhang's demon body, the scars crisscross, flesh and blood quickly healed, but was again torn by the sword left over from the wound.

Li Yantian was hit hard. Even so, his gaze was still full-length, his back straight, full of arrogance.

"Wen Daozi, you fuse sword beads, and you are still not your adversary."

"Although this case is hit hard, you still have three points of strength, and you are already unable to continue to shoot."

"I have won this battle."

The sound was rolling and it spread far away.

Wen Daozi was supported by the elder Zongmen. At that moment, he heard that his pale complexion was extremely calm, and he said lightly: "Xiantian Daoyou said well, but this battle was defeated by my Zi Xiaozong."

Having said that, he gave a slight pause, his lips raised, revealing his embarrassment. "But Dao You now has the strength and may insist that he still shoots in the second war."

"If you can't, I don't know who will be sent by Wan Mozong to fight in the second war?"

The voice is rather indifferent.

Li Yantian's magic light flickered and turned into the size of an ordinary person. At this moment when he heard the words frown slightly, he felt a little disturbed in his heart, but then he was depressed.

"Although this arrogance is conceited, at this moment the strength is ten to two and three, with more than self-preservation, but can no longer fight."

"But today's bet, I will win.

"The third battle will be played by my ally of all demons, the lonely Taoist of the Lord of the Great Demon Hall."

The words fell, everyone was shocked.

Ji Mo Temple is the edge of Xizhou. It is adjacent to Ji Mo Temple and is the same as Demon Sect. The relationship has always been close. This time, the Zixiaozong besieged the gates of Wanzongzong. Although the Magic Hall did not directly intervene, it also secretly put pressure on it and participated in the mediation. This prevented two monks from killing each other, and the blood flow into a tragedy.

Li Yantian's opening at the moment was a sign of the fact that the Ghost Magic Hall had already joined hands with Wan Mozong to fight against the Zi Xiaozong together.

"It turned out that there was such a secret. No wonder Wan Mozong is so confident that he should make a bet."

"The magic pole palace intervenes, and today the situation must be even more hot. This time the Zi Xiaozong is afraid to lose."

"The lonely Taoist monk in the Temple of Demon is so unfathomable that he is in the middle of the middle class with the lords of Wan Mo and Zixiao. At this moment, the Taoist princes are incapable of fighting again. Who can stop the lonely Taoist in Zixiao."

"If Zi Xiaozong cannot find a solution, I am afraid that today's battle will come to an end."

Xiao Chen's face was calm. At this moment, he slightly shook his head, and finally knew the hidden means of this Zi Xiaozong.

I am afraid that now Li Yuntian and other monks of Wan Mozong do not know yet, Ji Mo Temple has secretly joined hands with Zi Xiaozong. The midfield game is extremely unfavorable to Wan Mo Zong. Seeing Li Xiaoyi waiting for the younger generation of disciples in Mojidian to show excitement, Xiao Chen shook his head in his heart, I'm afraid you can't laugh anymore.

With the announcement of such news by Li Yongtian, the disciples of Wan Mozong were excited, and the monks of various parties had a lot of discussion, and the situation in the field was chaotic. As for Zi Xiaozong's disciples, at this moment they are pale and can't hide their panic.

However, Li Yitian and the elder Zi Xiaozong beside him were still calm, and there was a hint of irony between their eyes turning.

"Magic Hall, lonely Taoist?"

Wen Daozi said with a chuckle, shaking his head slightly, and let everyone talk.

After a short while, the monk gradually became quiet, and now there is something wrong with it.

It was a while before Li Jitian opened his mouth, but no monk in the Temple of the Demon appeared, and the atmosphere in the field became very weird in an instant.

Li Xiaoyi and other disciples of Wan Mozong were puzzled and looked at each other, and they all saw that they were disturbed.

Li Yantian's face was gloomy, and the cold mang flashed in the depths of his eyes. The situation changed at this moment, which was beyond his expectation.

"Lonely friend, please show up and win this battle for me Wanzongzong. This zong is grateful."

Shen spoke, no words were spoken.

Even the stupid-minded generation can guess that things have changed, and now the eyes are flickering and moving.

Wen Daozi looked calm, and said lightly at the moment: "If you ca n’t find a monk in World War II for the time being, then I will start first."

"Lonely friend, don't show up at this moment, when will you stay?"

Under the blessing of mana, the sound spreads instantly and can be heard within a hundred miles.

As the words fell, eleven breaths suddenly rose into the clouds, condensing the magic clouds.

In the distant sky, the eleven monks came out of the vanity, all of them were wide black robes, and the word "monster" was embroidered on the chest, which was the monk at the monk hall.

The lonely Taoist man, the eleven yuan infant elders followed and walked silently, but they fell a boulder in the hearts of everyone and stirred up a stormy sea.

Ji Mo Dian chose to cooperate with Zi Xiao Zong to encircle 10,000 Mo Zong!

Such a reversal of the situation has caused countless monks to discolor, and shocked in their eyes.