Chapter 871

The patriarchs of the seventh patriarchal clan were extremely dignified, and they looked down upon Qin Lang. At this time, it was found that Qin Lang's strength, which is comparable to the giant?

"The sword is good, but it's a pity that your swordsmanship is too good."

As he said this, Qin Lang pressed down the golden flame and placed a golden seal on the buzzing Liao Bi sword. At the end of the day, Liao Bijian's voice gradually disappeared, like a salted fish, no longer beating.

At this time, the real man of Fu Zhu finally showed his fear.

Qin Lang broke through his territory, and then flew the sword with bare hands, showing a real invincible posture. At this time, it was found that the young man in front of him was his greatest enemy.

"Ruitian Yushen sword!"

The hall of Fu Zhu stresses the cultivation of both sword and Dharma. It not only practices flying sword, but also cultivates the way of sword Qi. The real man is not flustered when he loses the flying sword. Instead, he pinches the sword formula and turns it into a sword finger.

"Boom!"

The vitality of tens of miles around him, with him as the center, suddenly surged.

Between heaven and earth, a hundred Zhang long sword Qi condenses and covers ten sides, as if destroying the heaven and destroying the earth. The whole mountain top of Huyan is shrouded in endless sword spirit. The mighty sword spirit finally turned into a tornado.

One root supports the sky and moves the earth. Like a column of sword like tornado, it rises from the ground and sandwiches Qin Lang in the middle.

This kind of terrifying power has disgraced everyone.

"I am worthy of being the first one. This sword skill alone is enough to suppress the spirit of emptiness. "

Guruo Buddha sighed.

Qin Lang was not surprised at all. He stepped on the sky like a golden sun, crossing the sky.

"Broken, broken!"

Numerous swords and tornadoes were smashed by Qin Lang with his fist. The sword Qi that was enough to cut off the gold and cut the iron fell on Qin Lang's body like raindrops. It could not shake Qin Lang's every cent, even the golden awn around him could not be broken.

"Prisoner."

The method of the real man who killed the enemy turned over and waved his arms.

Boom!

The nine sword tornado, which is thousands of meters long, is like nine giant dragons. It winds around Qin Lang from all directions. These sword tornadoes, rotating at high speed, are like sharp cutting machines. They crash on Qin Lang, squeezing him to pieces.

I'm sorry.

In the sky, the sound of innumerable metal sounds, like a steel knife across the iron plate, extremely harsh.

The material is special, enough to withstand the fight between the earth immortals at the top of Huyan mountain. There are also Dao Dao sword marks, several inches deep. If it was an ordinary mountain peak, it would have been flattened by Shengsheng for thousands of kilometers in front of the Yushen sword road of Fu Zhuzhen.

Unfortunately, no matter how sharp these swords are and how fast they are, they can't do anything to Qin Lang.

Qin Langli is surrounded by nine sword Qi tornadoes, and his whole body is submerged by the sword spirit. Only a faint golden light could be seen, as if extinguished at any time. But he stood still, and his whole body was filled with the breath of immortality, immortality and immortality.

The spirit body is extremely strong, has nearly ten thousand Dharma not to invade!

"Coagulation."

The real man Fu Zhu turned his hand again.

The nine sword tornadoes as thick as a giant tree suddenly condense into thin chains, which are only as thick as their arms. Each of them is the condensation of innumerable sword Qi. Once it breaks out, it will blow up the mountains of thousands of meters.

These nine divine chains entangled Qin Lang in them, and even the golden mansions were overwhelmed for a moment.

"To win?"

Many earthly immortals with shallow cultivation can't see the details inside. Instead, they are forced to retreat by the sword like tornado. At this time, seeing Qin Lang trapped by nine chains, he immediately showed his joy.

Only Guruo Buddha and so on, the expression changes, cries is not good.

It's too late. In the long chain of the tornado, there was a loud explosion:

"open!"

Boom!

It's like a nuclear bomb exploding.

The boundless terror of Zhenyuan broke out from Qin Lang, and suddenly rushed to all directions. Since Qin Lang stepped into the mid congenital period, for the first time, he showed all his strength and power, which made the world shaking. At the top of Huyan mountain, a small mushroom cloud even rose.

Nine long chains, is the first moment on the inch burst open, turned into smoke.

This time, the whole body of the real man Fu Zhu was shocked, and he could not help stepping back several steps.

In the smoke, Qin Lang came from heaven and earth with his hands on his back. The golden flame was in his eyes, and his voice shook the world like thunder:

"you are the only one who can do this

At the top and bottom of the mountain, all the people who saw this scene changed their color. Mount Huyan.

The storm is like a dragon, and the strength is like a wave. The power of terror covers the sky.

Most of the earth immortals looked at the God of war in the golden flame.

At the foot of the mountain, though the people in the Shenxu realm could not see the battle on the top of the mountain. However, there have been some immortals who have practiced the techniques of water mist, illusory light and so on for thousands of miles, pulling out huge light curtains to show the situation of the mountain top to the public.

"How could the Southern Sect of Qin be so powerful?"

Countless people were appalled.Before the war, no one was optimistic about Qin Lang. Tens of millions of people in the whole Shenxu world believed that Qin Lang would surely fail, only to see if he could save his life.

The real man of Fu Zhu has the sword skill of heaven and is invincible in the world. Can a 20-year-old boy be able to defeat him?

But when the war really started, we found that the real man was in a bad position from the beginning to the end. No matter it's Jingtian swordsmanship or peerless spirit soldiers, they can't do anything to Qin Lang.

"So he is so strong..."

Sound and sound.

Her figure is vigorous and slender, like the Dragon Palace goddess's pretty face, showing a trace of bitterness.

Qin Lang subverts her imagination again and again. Whenever Yin thinks that she can see through the depth, there will always be more surprises waiting for her.

"The master is so good."

Smile directly jump up, small face excited red. The other seven were all black as ink and charcoal, looking nervously at the light curtain.

The fighting continues.

"Boom

After Qin Lang showed his real strength, he did not stay. A direct blow across the sky, surpassing ten times the speed of sound, pulling out a long air awn in the air, and attacking the real man.

"The infinite sword thunders."

The real man who was in charge of the ambush was worthy of being the first one of the gods. At this time, he was not flustered.

His whole body turned into a transparent sword shadow. It seems that the shadow of the sword does not exist in the world. It passes directly through the shadow of the sword. It is similar to Qin Lang's fleeting shadow formula.

This is the supreme sword technique of the Fu Zhu hall. It is said that once it is put into practice, it will be invincible.

"Shock."

How could Qin Lang be trapped by this little skill and hit the air directly.

It's as if the nail was nailed in the void, and then, with Qin Lang as the center, the space within ten Zhangs around the corner trembled slightly, as if a picture scroll had been shaken up. Everything on the scroll has been peeled off.

"The fist shakes the void!"

Bang.

The figure of the real man who is to be killed is knocked down from the shadow.

The so-called invincible Wuji sword breaks down in a flash. But the real man was still not flustered. He kneaded his hands into a sword formula and drew out two bright blue sword rainbow, like a dragon, rolling towards Qin Lang.

"Chi lie sword finger!"

The extremely powerful sword in the body of the real man of Fu Zhu makes a peeping sound in the air.

These two fingers, condensing 12% of the real man's skill, almost every finger is comparable to Liao Bijian's strike.

When the sword finger hits, it is as fast as lightning, but when it comes to the back, it seems to be blocking a huge mountain of ten thousand tons. The speed is getting slower and slower, but it just stops in front of Qin Lang. It's magic. It's the secret skill of the Fu Zhu hall. It's far beyond the fingering of human beings.

"Insect carving skills."

Qin Lang snorted coldly.

Qin Lang also held a finger formula in his hand. The palm of his hand was like a lotus blossom, and he suddenly made a strange fist mark. Then, with a gentle seal, he even crossed the interception of two sword fingers, like swallows lighting water, a little in front of the real man's chest.

Immortal god!

Boom! The body of the real man who was killed in ambush retreated!