Chaotic Sword God

After absorbing the three thumb-sized spots, Jian Chen put the old jade in his arms and muttered: "The three people were killed and won three points. This time, the sixth stage of the competition. There are at least four or five thousand people in the Guangsheng Holy Master. If you want to enter the top ten in a stable manner, you must kill 500 people and harvest 500 points. Then I will continue to kill the killing that I have not experienced for a long time. The road, and the only difference between the city and the mercenary competition is the replacement of the martial artist into a bright sage. ""

Jian Chen’s thoughts moved, and the bright light of the Holy Spirit quickly condensed into a cloud under his feet. Just when he just wanted to set foot on the white clouds, he suddenly looked at him.

"This is the same kind of breath, I actually feel the same kind of breath....." In the brain of Jian Chen, the voice of Ziqing Sword Spirit suddenly came.

"It is indeed the same kind of breath, it can't be wrong, the master, this is where, how can there be a kind of breath." The voice of the purple dust appeared again in the brain of the sword dust, the tone is incredible.

"Oh, there is still a spiritual presence here, it’s incredible. How can such a high-level instrument appear in such an interface? This spirit seems to have grown to the stage of Xianxian." Qingsuo is full of surprises. The sound of the sound in the sword dust brain, like the sound of the Lark is generally the most beautiful music in the world, so that the spirit of Jian Chen is slightly shocked.

"The place where I am now is in the space of a sacrament, the purple sorrow, is this sacred instrument also derived from the same spirit as you?" Jian Chen was full of surprise.

"I didn't expect that when we sleep and absorb the energy recovery of the colorful fairy crystals, the master will actually come to a magical space. Yes, there is indeed a spiritual body here, and the strength of this spiritual body is not weak, at least in this world. The strength of the standard is measured, the spirit is already very powerful, but the only drawback is that this instrument is impossible to use as an offensive magic weapon because of the limitations of the ontology. It seems that it is an auxiliary magic weapon. "Zi Zi said.

"I didn't expect that this sacred instrument actually produced a spirit, it is really surprising." Jian Chen sighed for a moment.

At the same time, a purple and green gas emerged from the head of Jian Chen, and it was condensed into a man and a woman above the top of his head. The handsome male is pretty, and they stood together as if they were born. The golden boy and the girl.

This is not the first time that Jian Chen has seen the face of the sable, but he can clearly feel that the imaginary body of the sable and the sorrow is more solid than before. Obviously, they used colorful The help of Xianjing is constantly recovering.

The purple cicada and the Qingsuo illusioned out on the top of the sword dust, and their eyes gazed at the distant sky. Immediately, the right hand of the purple cicada lifted up slightly, and the purple light of the cicada suddenly emerged from his body, and quickly condensed into a handle in his right hand. Purple Excalibur.

This purple sword is four feet long and three fingers wide. It seems to have a complicated texture on the sword body. It is combined into a strange pattern to fill the whole body. It seems to contain heaven and earth, and contains the mysterious universe. Exudes a mysterious atmosphere.

The purple sword has just been condensed, and it turns into a purple long rainbow. It flies away at a speed that is unimaginable at a fast and unimaginable speed. It disappears in an instant, and this speed has completely surpassed lightning.

The dust of Jian Chen suddenly shrank, and his heart was secretly horrified. The speed of the purple sword was so shocking that he was extremely shocked. It was a speed that did not allow anyone to escape. He was really unimaginable. Who can escape the attack of this purple sword.

In the area where the huge energy is isolated in the center of the sacred space, there is a huge palace. At this moment, a handsome middle-aged man in a white robe is sitting on the floor with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the closed eyes of the middle-aged man suddenly opened, and at the moment his eyes opened, the surrounding space was distorted sharply, and even the huge palace had a slight tremor.

"This....this.....this is the same breath as me. Is there the same existence as me coming here?" The middle-aged man’s face was surprised and the figure disappeared.

In another place in the holy space, where the sword dust is, Zi Yan looks at the direction in which the purple sword disappears. He said, "This instrument is not weak, but the grade is far from us, and I can’t detect it. And the existence of Qingsuo, but I have already informed him, he should have come right away."

"Who are you? Where are you from?" The voice of the purple voice just fell, and a thick voice came out of thin air. With the voice, a middle-aged man in a white robe appeared in the void, and he stood tall and looked down at the sword dust. It seems to be watching a group of insignificant ants.

He is the instrumental spirit of the original sacred instrument. In the original sacred device, he is the **** who rules everything. He can freely control all the energy in the sacred sacred device, and naturally has its pride.

The middle-aged man was so proud that he made a purple wrinkle slightly wrinkled, and immediately screamed in a disdainful tone: "The area of ​​the fairy-spirited spirit, actually in front of me crazy, looking for death!" A strong sword from the purple The cockroach body emerged as if it had turned into an invisible storm to roll the sky, and it was unscrupulous in this space of the sacred space.

The middle-aged man changed his face, and the indifferent gaze was replaced by a deep panic, and the body was quickly retreating. The eyes that looked at the purple eyes were full of extreme fear.

The middle-aged man is the spirit of the sacristy. His every move can affect the change of the space of the sacristy. It is only at this moment that the entire space of the sacristy is shaking vigorously, as if a major earthquake occurred. Many mountains have collapsed, and all the contestants have been shocked and do not understand what happened.

In the city of God, the Guangming Shengshi General Union, which is located at the tip of the castle, has a huge white ball with a diameter of ten meters. This white ball is completely condensed by the light of the heavens and the earth, and it is extremely pure. At the very center of the white ball, there is a hidden holy device that is almost known to everyone in the city of God.

This saint was called the original sacred instrument by the people of the Guangyi Priesthood. It has existed since ancient times, and has been silently accompanying the Guangzhe Priest Union for countless years. It has been maintained from beginning to end. The appearance has never changed.

However, at this moment, the ten-meter white light outside the parcel was suddenly trembled, and a golden light could be seen in the vagueness, causing the bright light of the heavens and the earth to become extremely unstable. Even the headquarters of the Guangyi Shengshi Trade Union was implicated, and the huge castle was trembled slightly, and a lot of dust fell.

The vibration of the castle alarmed everyone inside. Immediately, a large number of bright priests wearing white robes ran out of the castle, staring at the swaying samurai at the top of the castle. No one knows exactly. What happened.

At this time, more than a dozen white light flew out of the castle. Only the president of the Guangming Shengshi Trade Union and more than a dozen elders were all suspended in the air, staring at the swaying holy device.

Then, a few people appeared silently on the side of the president. They looked at the swaying sacred sacred look, accompanied by deep doubts. No one could explain this scene. I don't know what happened. Please.

"What happened, why did the holy device that never changed suddenly suddenly vibrate." He spoke of a very old man with a hoarse voice and a weak voice. If Jian Chen is here, I will recognize that the old man is the one who appeared in the Tower of Light and wiped the table and chairs with a towel.

"Is nothing wrong with the sanctuary space." Shen Guang, the president of the Guangming Shengshi Trade Union, said that the eyes were shining and the look was cloudy.

No one returned to the president, because in front of this scene, everyone explained it unclear, the sacristy has existed for countless years, and no such change has ever occurred.

The vibration of the holy device lasted for a long time. After a few breaths, it slowly calmed down and returned to the same feelings as before. However, the influence it brought to the hearts of the Guangyi Priest’s union was How can it still linger.

In the space of the sacrament, the middle-aged man has retreated to 500 meters away, staring at the purple eyes with fear. It is not how powerful the purple hair is, but he feels a source from the purple In the huge pressure of the soul, this pressure made him fear, made him timid, and even let him not think of the slightest resistance.

Even in the middle-aged man's heart, there is an illusion that it seems that the other party only needs one thought, and then the spirit will be dissipated, and the gods will perish, and the source of the sacred object will be re-created as a saint without a spirit. It seems that the young man wearing a purple robes is a generation of kings, and he is only a courtier.

"You...you...you...who are you, why are you so powerful!" The middle-aged man was so fierce that he was frightened and not arrogant.

Zi Yan stared at the middle-aged man with a sharp gaze, and screamed: "The area is fascinating, and even dare to disrespect me." With the voice, a much larger pressure is emitted from the purple scorpion. This is Only for the power of the instrument, only the spirit can feel it.

The middle-aged man’s pale face was a bit whiter, and the footsteps stepped back a few steps. The whole body was shaking violently. This pressure has penetrated his soul and let him pass from the depths of his soul. Come to fear, I feel that my spirit seems to be going to collapse.

In the middle-aged man's mind, there are even some extremely strange pictures. He saw a purple and a blue two-handed sword standing between the heavens and the earth, emitting glare and radiance, all the way to the ground, destroying many stars in the void, killing countless stars. The immortal, leaving a body with a large pressure to hang in the endless starry sky, and each of the bodies in the eyes of middle-aged men is powerful to the incredible existence, they have the ruin The power of the earth, even a drop of golden blood floating in the void, has the power of Ma Dawei who can easily destroy himself.

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