C12

Name:Sword Is King Author:
The divine bird on top of the ancient bronze lamp cried out, and divine flames surged. They swept up into the sky, covering the dense sword snow in the sky.

A woman with a beautiful figure licked her lips under a thin veil as she looked at the man in black robes striding forward. Such elegance was truly the greatest delicacy in the world.

The bare-footed man clenched his fists and rushed forward. Holding onto the astral wind, he punched towards Zhang San's door.

Zhang San smiled and stretched out his hand to grip the iron chain.

The woman with the beautiful figure was suddenly dragged from the side of the stone pillar to the front of Zhang San's body. The woman was in a panic as the man lifted her veil.

Zhang San didn't care about the huge sword stabbing into his body. The beautiful woman, seeing the man in black reach out his hand towards her beautiful face, laughed inwardly. 'So what if it's Zhang San? Isn't he still a hero?'

The black-robed man didn't want to caress her like he would treat a woman with mercy. He was simply throwing a punch at her beautiful face!

Zhang San retracted his fist and closed his fingers around the long spear that had smashed down on his head. The sword in his fingers hummed to the heavens as he suppressed ten thousand cries of agony.

The golden-armored man didn't dare to believe this. The greatsword in his hand stabbed at the black-robed man's body, but it didn't flow with blood like he thought it would. In fact, it didn't even pierce through the black robe.

With a flick of Zhang San's finger, the spear in his hand flew out and grabbed the man that reeked of alcohol. Then, he smashed his hand downwards and shattered the stone into pieces.

Every time the man took a step forward, the burly man in golden armor would retreat a step. The burly man used all of his strength to stab Zhang San.

Zhang San looked at the golden-armored man, who was still holding onto his sword. He reached out with his hand, and another huge crater appeared on the ground.

Just as Lin Fan and Song Zhi were about to attack, atop the sea of clouds, the Cloud Dharma Idol raised its fist and punched towards Zhang San.

Snow and wind began to blow again as a snow-white, crystalline longsword slammed against the Dharma Idol's fist!

With the sword and Dharma Idol at the center, a thunderous roar could be heard, shaking the floating mountains!

As they clashed head on, the Dharma Idol's right arm shattered, and a hole appeared in the snow-white longsword.

As the sea of clouds swirled around him, his Dharma Idol's right arm returned to its original state. His fist smashed down again, and Yun Youya laughed. "Come, come, Zhang San, let's see how many of my punches you can take!"

Zhang San raised his head and unknowingly recalled the scene of an immortal exterminating the devil described in the book building. He smiled and placed his sword behind his back. Taking a deep breath, he punched out his fist towards the Dharma Idol!

Song Que and the other two looked up at the sky and punched after punch, causing the sea of clouds to tremble!

The White Cloud Dharma Idol retracted his hand. This time, there were no injuries at all. Yun Youya clapped his hand and laughed: "What, you, Zhang San, do not use your sword anymore? You want to have a melee fight with me? "

Zhang San looked at the blood on his fist and said nothing.

Ka-cha! *

The voice of the old man on the head of the Dharma Idol stopped abruptly!

Above the sea of clouds, the 30,000-foot-long white cloud, covered in spiderweb-like cracks, collapsed with a loud rumble!

Yun Youya's Dharma Idol shattered, and he floated in midair, laughing with rage. "What a good Zhang San! Today, I'll see which fist is tougher!"

Floating Sea Mountain. The clouds moved and once again condensed into a Dharma Idol. A fist flew across the sky like a meteor and struck at Zhang San.

Zhang San's fist slammed into the Dharma Idol, and Yun Youya gave a cold snort. Behind Zhang San, another 30,000-meter Dharma Idol appeared, which then punched out toward Zhang San's back!

Zhang San threw back a palm to block the punch. One in front and one behind, the two Dharma Idol started to circle around Zhang San and start to fight.

Looking at the two people battling in the sky, Song Zhiqing's black clothes shook as the sound of thunder resonated from within his body. The five auras rose to the heavens, completely untainted by a speck of dust.

The liver is the wood of the east soul, the nurturing wood thunder in the liver palace, the lung is the gold of the west soul, the raw gold in the lung palace, the heart is the fire of the south god, the hidden fire in the heart palace, the spleen is the soil of the middle palace, the buried earth in the spleen palace, the kidney is the essence water of the north, the accumulated water in the kidney palace.

Song Zhi's hands flashed in a double-handed incantation gesture.

"Five Thunder Righteous Bestowal Spell!"

The endless thunder and lightning poured out from Song Zhi's internal organs like a river of thunder, rushing towards Zhang San!

After exchanging a punch with the Dharma, Zhang San retreated. The wind and snow howled beneath his feet as he stepped on the wind and snow, dodging the incoming lightning river.

Yun Youya looked displeased. He smiled at Song Zhi and said, "Song Zhi, don't tell me you suspect this old man of not being able to take this three?"

Song Zhi raised two of his fingers and formed a spell sign as he said indifferently, "I'm just happy to see you do it!"

Yun Youya shook his head. Zhang San, how did you manage to reach the Floating Sea Mountain today?

Zhang San's figure dodged as the snow and wind beneath his feet turned into a sword. Sword Qi formed a river as it rushed towards the incoming lightning river. The two rivers surged together, bringing up countless lightning and thunder.

A sword light flashed before Yun Youya's eyes. A long sword had actually arrived in an instant!

The elder was calm and composed. An invisible wave of Qi blocked the sword, and the sword cried out, causing the sea of clouds to retreat.

Yun Youya took a step forward and caught the sword between his fingers. As the sword Qi churned, the old man's fingers trembled.

Seeing this snow-white, crystalline longsword between his two fingers, Yun Youya gave a faint smile.

"Is a basket full of the world's principles as long as three feet of the azure sky?"

With a flick of his fingers, the tip of the sword was broken. The broken sword wailed in grief. With a flick of his finger, the sword tip and the broken sword collapsed, turning into a snowstorm.

"Zhang San, where is your Azure Sky Sword? This sword is not enough! "

"Three Calamity Curses!"

"Incantation of Death, Incantation of Death, Incantation of Grief!"

Imperceptibly, psychokinesis swept over Zhang San, and he could faintly feel the man's body gradually aging.

Suddenly, just as Zhang San's body stopped moving, a powerful punch flew out from the left side of the sea of clouds. Behind Zhang San was sent flying, and in the middle of the sea of clouds appeared a 30,000-meter long Dharma Idol.

Song Zhi performed an incantation gesture and pointed up. The lightning river surged up above and a raging fire appeared below.

As the purple gas permeated the air, Chu Yun took out a golden arrow and prepared to fire.

The light was bright, and some psychokinesis enveloped Zhang San from Lin Fan's ring.

There was no path to heaven, no door to hell!

Yun Youya sat cross-legged in the middle of the air and laughed, "Zhang San, who gave you the guts to act so impudently in the Floating Sea Ascending Mountain with just this little bit of ability?"

Yun Youya sneered, "Why, have you only started to repent after falling into such a state? Isn't it a little too late? "

Zhang San muttered, "Just you?"

BOOM!

On top of the floating mountain, Yun Youya seemed to be standing in the middle of a lake of swords. His entire body was ice-cold, and a myriad of swords cried out in unison, resonating in the air.

The lightning river exploded, the flames tore apart, and the white clouds and Dharma Idol shattered!

At the foot of the bitter mountain, figures began to fall. A massive splash could be seen as the old man was cut into the sea of clouds!

Sword Qi surrounded Floating Sea Mountain, what did it matter if he had a sword or not?

Zhang San was a sword!

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