Breaking through Thunderbolt with martial arts

Chapter 420 Knowing Sword Sect

Yuan Wuji took the time to watch the smile on Ghost Qizhu's face disappear, and finally turned into solemnity.

He had already guessed what information Ghost Qizhu got.

It is nothing more than the capture of Jiandian, the unknown life and death of Dianbian Jialuo, and the escape of the remnant soul of Andi to Shiliu Island.

"It seems that if the ghost qi master has something else, Mr. Yuan will stop bothering him."

Yuan Wuji got up slowly, said with cupped hands.

At this time, the ghost unicorn master didn't have the intention to continue talking.

The news that came suddenly caught Guiqi Lord by surprise.

"In this case, the matter of the dragon head needs to be considered in the long run. It seems that maybe I should really go to the world of elves, and maybe I can use the help of Yin Qiukuang."

"Although this person's identity is suspicious, it doesn't matter. As long as there is a common goal, a deal can be concluded."

……

In the Eternal Night Theater, Earth and Ming regained their identity.

In front of him is the comatose Mivangara.

In other words - desert goshawk.

"It's really surprising that Ji Xuangu's strength can be brought to this level, but his martial arts and evil energy are mutually restraining, and the hope for the power of blood and darkness still rests on Yi Yeshu."

"Now that Andi is dead, Bianjialuo is also banned from causing chaos. Perhaps it is time to take this opportunity to find a way to completely kill the other eight tribes, destroy the dragon head, and weaken the power of the evil god of Baqi."

While Di Ming was meditating, the desert goshawk under his feet slowly opened his eyes.

In the eyes, it is the most hated enemy in this life, the culprit of the Nausicaus tragedy - the earth ghost ghost truth.

"You want to kill me, I can understand, but if you want to save Tianji, you can only endure this hatred for a while."

Di Ming knew clearly the anger of the Desert Goshawk. After all, he personally killed all the relatives and clansmen of the Desert Goshawk. Although there was a reason for the incident, the crime would not be reduced.

However, in order to gather the power of blood and darkness in his life, hundreds of thousands of innocent souls died because of him. If it wasn't for the relationship between the Desert Goshawk and Tianji, he would not care about the Desert Goshawk's feelings.

"What do you mean by that?"

Hearing the name of 'Tianji', Desert Goshawk suppressed the hatred in his heart and asked in a cold voice.

Afterwards, Di Ming simply explained the reason and promised that he would accept revenge afterwards.

Desert Goshawk knows that he is not the opponent's opponent now, and he heard that Tianji is in danger without knowing it, Desert Goshawk can only hold back his anger.

……

On the other side, the meeting of the three peaks in the lonely castle of Earth Sea.

This will be a grand event in the sword world.

Jianzong, Ye Xiaochai, and Yiqingtian.

A generation of swordsmen.

Central Plains Sword Saint.

The peak of the fairy sword.

The three swordsmen have mutual induction.

"Ahem... are you also here to pull out a god?"

Jianzong coughed a few times in a low voice, bent over, and spoke hoarsely.

Yi Qingtian's eyes fell on the divine sword stuck upside down on the ground behind Jian Zong, and she nodded slightly after a while, "I heard that this sword can break through the Liudu sword array, I want to try it."

"Come on then!"

Jianzong didn't object, Yiqingtian was different from Jiduxiao, the former Jiduxiao was too weak to be a god, but Yiqingtian obviously had the qualification in his eyes.

Ye Xiaochai also looked at Yiqingtian.

At this time, there is no one else in Yiqingtian's eyes, only Mingshen.

With the traction of the mind, Yi Qingtian breathed out the sword energy all over his body, showing the profound meaning of the fairy sword.

Three realms in one form.

When Yi Qingtian was facing the mystery of Xuan Long Ling's peak, on the other side, there was also a turbulent situation.

"Are you looking for my son?"

Yupo's figure flashed, appeared behind Fengyue Morong, and asked playfully.

"Ok?"

Fengyue Morong frowned, and turned around slowly, her eyes fixed on Yupo.

"Fengyuelin sent you here, right?" Yupo sighed quietly, "She really likes to play tricks."

"Threatening my mother, you should be killed!"

Fengyue Morong opened his mouth indifferently, the next moment, the wind and rain came together, and as soon as he made a move, it was a berserk ultimate move.

Misty Rain Sword, Jiang Chao Sword.

A very poetic and picturesque name, but extremely fierce.

"Oh? Who gave you the courage to be mad at me?"

Yupo sneered, and between flipping his palms, Fang Yuan was shocked, and the dark clouds in the sky collapsed in an instant.

"Heavy rain and dust!"

The saber in Fengyue Morong's hand stabbed out instantly, like a violent storm.

Facing the berserk ultimate move, Yupo just swiped his hand, turning the water into ice, "Four Sacred Hearts, Xuan Bingjue."

In Yupo's hands, the surrounding rain turned into ice blades to attack Fengyue Morong.

"A glimpse of the wind!"

Facing the strong move, Fengyue Morong stepped forward, her figure was like the wind, only black shadows flickered around her, but she couldn't see clearly.

"This method is useless to me."

"Floating hand-raised pose, raising the hand to make waves!"

Yupo's palms were lifted suddenly, and the invisible buoyancy spread around Yupo as the center. Fengyue Morong had never faced such a strange move, and his figure suddenly staggered.

But at this moment, Yupo's palms clasped against his chest suddenly, approaching him in an instant, "Floating hand-final pose·predicting rain to buckle life!"

boom!
Fengyue Morong crossed her sword in front of her chest, and blocked a palm forcefully, but with a powerful palm, Fengyue Morong vomited blood, and her figure retreated dozens of steps.

This is not because Fengyue Morong is too weak, besides being strong in desire, it is also because Fengyue Morong did not expect the characteristics of the floating hand to be so weird and hard to guard against.

"I haven't got rid of Ye Xiaochai yet, I won't just fail!"

Fengyue Mo Rong let out a low cry, her eyes were determined, and then she raised her deep kung fu again, "The sky is raining, the front is smoke, and the setting sun is broken!"

As soon as the sword came out, misty rain followed, Fang Yuan was hazy, and the gorgeous sword light pierced the sky.

This sword seems to be able to annihilate the setting sun.

"It's interesting, the first change of the floating hand · surrounded by clouds and mountains and fog!"

Facing the killer move, Yupo remained calm, praised Haoyuan with both palms again, with a thick white mist, covering a radius of hundreds of miles, it was like a mirage.

In front of Fengyue Morong's eyes, she also lost her desire for a moment.

At the same time, the pressure from the surrounding up, down, left, and right sides squeezed towards him all the time, and Fengyue Morong felt that he had nowhere to use his strength.

"You are too weak, if Changri Kunyi comes here, you will be able to fight!"

Yupo's voice came from all directions, the words were calm, without ridicule or disdain, just telling a fact.

"Sky Cloud Fury Destroys Remnant Thunder!"

Fengyue Morong felt the great humiliation, and the swords came out together, and they slashed down in anger. Suddenly, the sky and the earth roared, and the powerful sword energy converged, cutting through the fog.

But at this moment, he has lost his soul.

"Next time, I will definitely kill you!"

Fengyue Morong held the sword in her hand, her arms trembled slightly, and said unwillingly.

And inside the sword prisoner, Yiqingtian suddenly flew upside down, his face was pale, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit, "What a mysterious sword realm."

"It's good that you can withstand the double weight, ahem..."

Jian Zong nodded slightly. In fact, he could only block two stages. As for the third stage, he still has no idea. "Ling Jueding is really an exciting opponent and an interesting peak to climb."

Thinking to himself, Jian Zong's eyes had already fallen on Ye Xiaochai, "Do you still want to try?"

Ye Xiaochai shook her head slightly, and several words appeared in the sky at the same time, "It's not the time yet."

"It seems that you are very self-aware, but your time is running out, ahem!"

Just after finishing speaking, Jianzong coughed again.

"The hope of saving Shigure is right in front of us, should I stop here?"

Yiqingtian clenched her fists tightly, and if she couldn't get the name god, she couldn't break through the Liudu Sword Formation to meet Jiu'e Sword Master, so as to get the news of the blood mirror.

"Your heart is confused." At this moment, Jian Zong suddenly glanced at Yi Qingtian, and at the same time continued: "Ahem, Ji Duxiao is just a joke, and all we can rely on is the one who passed it on to him." His sword array is not worth a damn on the way of the sword, even if he can't pass this level, you will never be able to go any further."

Yiqingtian was silent, and after a long time, she turned and left directly, not knowing what was going on in her heart.

"You go too. Although Ji Duxiao is nothing, the sword array passed on by that man is interesting. Maybe you can learn something from it."

Jianzong then waved his hands at Ye Xiaochai again.

Throughout his life, Jian Zong was only interested in swords, and cultivating a strong man to fight against him was also his greatest interest.

And when Yupo came to the prisoner of swords and swords, everything was over.

"Your Excellency has been here several times, why don't you show up to see me? Cough..."

Just when Yupo was about to leave, Jianzong's deep voice suddenly rang in his ears.

(End of this chapter)