Chapter 1160

Murong's ancestors have known for a long time that Shanhe sword was lost on purpose. You didn't even touch him.

In this way, do you dare to say that you are strong?

There is really no self-knowledge.

The strong against each other, this is not your battlefield, the ancestors have seen that your strength is... Eat soft food.

"I'm really strong."

Wang Yu is serious.

"Give it to me."

Then he reached out and held Murong's crutch.

"Don't brag, don't brag..."

"Do your own thing."

Lao Zu was a little impatient. After pulling his crutch, Wang Yu couldn't hold it.

He is weak in physical training.

Then came Murong's disdainful eyes.

That's it, that's it

Do you dare to say that you are strong enough to challenge the mountain and river sword?

She came to the scene and said, "please."

Huh? Stick formation!

The broken part of the ground is glossy and transparent.

Time and space in this moment, like Murong in the hands of the crutch to twist the same.

"Throw it!"

Then she threw her crutch to the sky.

"Hum."

The mountain and river sword gave a cold hum, and the master's momentum burst out suddenly, and the wooden sword in his hand swept out quickly.

"Mountains and rivers move."

I saw the wooden sword flying out as heavy as a mountain.

Then the shadow of the sword shines.

One divides into two, two into four

In the past, the movement of mountains and rivers was not like this. Ouyang's eyes widened. Can the sword be divided? Is it a fake sword?

It's a fake sword. It's not powerful. It's just a cover up.

What's the point of such a division?

In less than a moment, the shadow of the sword hung over the head of Murong.

"Shock

When the wooden sword falls, it doesn't fall like a sword rain, but overnight.

Stick space is like cheese tofu, which is instantly cut into thousands of pieces.

If you want to talk about the power of the array, the stick is definitely in the top three.

The power of the stick can be transmitted, and the power transmitted is the most terrible.

Just like a whip, ordinary people can make a loud sound when they whip it on the ground. But with other weapons, ordinary people can't make such a big noise. This is the transmission of dependence.

There is even a rumor that the cudgel field is unique in the world.

What Murong Laozu held up was the stick field, but the mountain river sword didn't fight with the sword field.

"Boom!"

There was a loud sound from heaven and earth.

The falling sword overlaps heavily with the staff area.

You can see that the shape of Murong's father is frozen in the stick area. There are sword shadows on his body. Bang, his body explodes.

"Aunt..."

The Murong people have eaten a lot.

"Ha ha ha..."

"They are all real swords."

But I heard Murong's laughter fall from the sky, and an intact Murong appeared again.

"False?"

When Wang Yu saw this situation, he could not help thinking for a year that Murong had a magic weapon similar to Yeda?

"This is the advanced movement of mountains and rivers?"

Murong Laozu looked at the wooden sword vibrating in the sky and said with outstanding eyes.

"Yes."

This is the power of wooden sword. It's back to nature.

The mountain river sword has touched a certain way.

"Sword is a good sword. It's a pity that you met me."

Murong's father attacked him with a stick.

"Look again." The shape of the mountain river sword is like a dream bubble. The wooden sword is constantly flashing and erratic. However, between the surging air currents, every bit of the air current has the weight of the mountain river.

You can see that the figure of Murong Laozu suddenly becomes clumsy.

"Not good."

Murong's face suddenly changed, and the speed of waving out the crutches in his hand also slowed down. If it wasn't for her strength, the crutches would not have been grasped.

"This is the essence of Shanhe sword."

This is also a qualitative change in kendo after he made the wooden sword.

"Broken!"

Murong Laozu danced his crutches hard, trying to use the potential energy of the air flow itself to lead it to collapse.

For example, once a heavy thing moves, it has a potential energy of its own and will form a continuous inertia.

This is the only way that Murong could think of.

"It's no use. The mountain is my mountain and the river is my river."

"Can it be so easy to break through the achievements of these 30 years?"

Ouyang could see her eyes shining, because she also learned the mountain and river sword, but the mountain and river sword she used seemed to be beyond her imagination.

Is this the power of wooden sword“ This time, how can you hide? " In the middle of the mountain and river, a wooden sword suddenly flew to attack the Murong ancestor. Seeing this, Murong's exhausted body waved his crutch to meet him. But it's too heavy. She was out of breath. But for the power of soul movement, he could not even move in the mountains and rivers. Even ordinary people have long been killed by explosion. What a heavy mountain, what a heavy water. Bang. The crutch is too slow, and the wooden sword has hit Murong Laozu heavily. The latter spurts a mouthful of blood on the spot. But the crutches were still tightly held in both hands. With a wave back, he hit the wooden sword. The power of Murong Laozu is by no means weak, this turn, condenses the strength of life. Ding! The wooden sword flies directly. But the flying wooden sword was soon controlled by Shanhe sword“ You are defeated. " The wooden sword flies away again“ There's no need to support it. " Murong's mouth is full of blood: "only I can bully my descendants. No one else can." Looking at the flying wooden sword, she waved her crutch again. But as a result, this one is worse than the last one. In the mountains and rivers, she was consumed too much and seriously injured. Bang, another sword hit her. Although the wooden sword is not sharp, has not broken the defense, has not pierced her body, but the strength is big, lets her spurt out the blood once again. A pair of originally bright eyes are dim down“ Hey Murong Laozu angrily rebuked, crutches again run, toward the wooden sword. Ding! The wooden sword flies again. The same thing happened again. The flying wooden sword was controlled by Shanhe sword again“ If it were the sword of life, you would have been dead. " Even the two swords were seriously injured. Wang Yu can be sure that the Murong ancestor didn't have the protective weapon like Yeda“ Give up and save your life. "“ No way. " Boom! The third sword. Boom! The fourth sword. By the time of the fifth sword, she could not wave the wooden sword. If we go on like this, we will die of serious injury“ You give up. " There is no chance that Murong will win. In the face of absolute advantage, it is futile to work hard“ Fart Murong Laozu scolded, this will show her old manner, just like the old lady who can't carry a crutch on the road. I can't stand steadily“ Then die. " Shan He Jian's eyes were stunned, and the wooden sword flew out of his hand. It's better to kill yourself with one sword“ It's you who are going to die. " Whoosh, through the air. Another wooden sword finally moved. He ran after the wooden sword. The sword of mountain river sword is aimed at the forehead of Murong. In the forehead, you will die“ Laozu Murong County uncle and Lai Wengong cried out in private.