Chapter 392

There are three forms in liushuang Feisha sword Jue, from the illusion of flowing light and drunken dream to the destruction of ice, frost and snow, and finally to the third form, the extinction and nothingness of Wanjing people. The sword is a perfect combination of meaning, which is a great achievement.

This sword formula is to repair the meaning of annihilation sword.

In the place where the spirit of the sword is enveloped, the sand flies away, and every inch of grass is barren. Within a hundred miles, there is a chill of cold and desolation. My flower blossoms with the domineering and arrogant spirit of killing, which is for the sake of the sword.

Yu Wenjin looks like a Lin, and with the pain of his divine sense, he throws out four pieces of array stones that have been burned. The formation takes shape in an instant, blocking Li cangmin's sword. It's just a moment's effort. His carefully carved top-grade array bursts into pieces, and the powerful ice sword roars. The abundant and strong ice force almost makes the surrounding air condense into frost.

The picture of mountains and rivers is unfolded. A monster, one foot tall and two feet long, with long hair like thorns, jumps out of it. It looks like a tiger or a dog or a dog. It also has two tusks like a wild boar in its mouth. It runs and jumps up, shaking the ground like thunder, whistling at the sky and rushing to the sword light.

The vast silence sword light cuts on the monster. The loud sound is like the collision of sharp weapons. The monster's harsh roar howls bitterly. The rolling yellow sand sweeps into a storm with its sound, and stabs Li Cang's heart like a rotating awl.

Li cangmin was not afraid, and the ice sword in his hand rose again. A simple sword with a huge sword intention split away, and the rotating wind cone disintegrated in an instant. It became a collapsing dust flying in the clear and light sky, rendering a solemn and tragic atmosphere.

In this repressive atmosphere, the summoned monster died very reasonably. It was as if the burr of armor and the skin of rock could not resist. The sword was like a rainbow. It was cut down from the top of the sword and split into two pieces. It was too late to howl. It was solemn and tragic.

Originally pale Yu Wen Jin gushes out a mouthful of hot blood, instant face like gold paper.

Li cangmin smiles coldly and raises the ice sword again. Yu Wenjin takes out the plate with five elements killing array from the heaven and earth bag and throws it out. The brilliant aura twinkles in the mid air and takes shape immediately before the sword falls. Li cangmin falls into a boiling sea of fire in a twinkling of an eye. Even the direction pointed by the tip of the sword just now turns into a red sky, and there is no trace of the plate.

Sure enough, he is the best array master in the hidden world. The killing array takes shape in an instant. It can be seen that the quality is not low.

The boundless sea of fire is rolling with heat waves, and the sky is still falling from time to time. The fire group is besieged on all sides, and life is hard to find. Li cangmin didn't study the array. He didn't know the location, the gate of life and the gate of death. But what happened? Without a way of life, he cut a smooth road to heaven!

Long day sword, straight into the sky!

The five elements killing array, one sword to break it!

Everything in the world turned into nothingness, but the cold sword in his hand stimulated the hot blood. He felt the excitement, surging and fierce fighting spirit of the sword in his hand. How could all the Dharma in the world be done to him? Those who obstruct his way, cut him!

At this moment, he is one with the sword.

All the illusions and murders are broken like empty shadows under the sword. Li cangmin sees the pale man on the opposite side. His sharp eyebrows are flying with awe inspiring radians. His black eyes are as cold and peaceful as death. The ice sword in his hand has his own consciousness. In an instant, he condenses the ice and snow murders. His long sword is like a rainbow, cutting mountains and breaking mountains.

Yuwenjin hastened to sacrifice the mountain and river to stop the country. The monsters he had worshipped rushed out one by one, roaring and howling, and the mountain and river vibrated. However, these monsters were not equal to Li cangmin at all. This sharp sword quickly turned into a broken light and shadow, and the awe inspiring sword spirit finally fell on the hanging map of mountains and rivers. In an instant, it was shining and could be seen from thousands of miles.

Boom!

Suddenly, a huge momentum burst out in the picture of mountain, river and country. Li cangmin was shaken back more than ten steps. It seemed as light as a swallow. In fact, the sword in his hand was deeply pierced into the soil, marking a deep scar, which showed the momentum.

Yuwenjin also did not get the good result. The picture of mountain and river country had fallen from the high sky to the ground. It was scattered and dim, and there was no treasure light. It could be seen that he was badly hurt. However, he was on the verge of collapse, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Li cangmin held back his internal injury and raised his sword again.

However, the next moment, Yu Wen Jin's pale face showed a cold smile, waved away the magic weapon of his life on the ground, tore open a piece of Qianli Dun talisman, and disappeared instantly.

The light of the sword falls, the land collapses, and the ravines become cliffs. It can be seen that if this sword is implemented, yuwenjin will have to suffer a heavy blow.

Li cangmin's face is very ugly. Looking at Qian Yijin and Lu Yiyao who chased Murong Ling before, they also disappeared with the rune. There is only one man Xiu lying in the middle of nowhere. But he doesn't have a good piece of meat in his whole body. His face is blurred and he can't identify himself.Ye Siyin wakes up from his dullness and goes to search the bag of heaven and earth. He has no identification, so he shakes his head regretfully. At this time, he hears a beautiful female voice saying, "this is the disciple of the wind family."

Yesiyin turned her head and saw a milky light and shadow standing not far away. Her body was tinged with bright light. Her white jade like face was clear and beautiful, as bright as Jiaojiao, as bright as Zhaoxia. At first glance, she looked like a fairy.

Floating like a swan, graceful like a dragon.

This face was so familiar that yesiyin was so surprised that he knelt down and said, "teacher, grandmother!"

Murong Ling: "is she so scary? Although she is in the state of a Piao, shouldn't people who cultivate immortals be so timid?

Murong Ling, who was from Xiaomei to Da, was deeply hurt. She waved her hand to let him get up and did her best to remind him. Then she ran to Li cangmin. She saw that he was still angry. She even had a sharp sword around him. She had to stop three steps away and looked at him anxiously. "Cangmin, how's your injury? Don't chase after the poor. It's OK to take revenge next time. You should heal first. By the way, do you have any lotus seeds last time? No, I'll give it to you. "

She said a lot anxiously and eagerly, and then cried out, "Dahong, Dahong, come here, give me a lotus seed!"

Li Cang min's cold face suddenly blooms in spring, and the lingering sword spirit disappears. Her dark eyes are warm and lingering like spring water, which reflects her figure, as if full of the world. "Aren't you hiding from me? Why are you here again? "

Murong Ling was so numb that she wanted to dig a hole to bury herself.