Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

"Booming..."

With a series of continuous roaring bangs, the red light curtain trembled fiercely, such as the waves crashing into the waves.

Under the huge waves, Xiongshan feels that nature is the most intuitive and true.

He can clearly see the heavy water falling on the light curtain, causing the violent shock, and can clearly feel the powerful pressure brought by the giant force.

Above the red light curtain, there is a huge depression formed by the impact of heavy water, and the golden dragon pattern flashes on it. Although it has never been broken, it can't support too much time.

Xiongshan’s brows were close, and looked up at the high-altitude Wanjian Iron Coupon. As a result of both hands, the iron coupon flew back and fell into his hands.

It stretched out a finger, and the golden light flashed at the fingertips, and a hole was drawn, and the blood of the red rose from it.

I saw him making a pen with his fingers, using blood as ink, and writing quickly on the iron coupon.

As his fingertips moved, a dark red eccentric rune appeared soon on the surface of the iron coupon.

After the rune was formed, the original golden grain on the iron coupon began to be infested with a layer of red light, and soon became a blood red color, like a vascular vein, and covered the entire iron coupon.

Xiongshan held the iron vouchers in his hands, and his eyes flashed a decisive color, which was buckled in his chest like a breastplate.

I saw the red and black light shining from his chest, and the sword of the sword was flashing, immersed in his body, and merged with it.

As the pivot of the entire squad, the Wanjian Iron Voucher broke away from the altar and the entire squadron ceased to function.

The heat of the red sea under the hanging altar disappeared, the flame went out, and gradually turned into a cloud of fiery burning clouds. The red light curtain in the sky above the sky, also slammed into a red crystal, dissipated. Open.

The golden shadows in the high air dissipated, and all the flying swords attracted by the squad did not fall back to the sea of ​​swords. They only dispersed the form of the sword dragon, still being pulled by an invisible force, so motionless. Suspended in the void.

The black waterfall in the high sky is the illusion that Han Li created with the "Fa Yi Tian Di" magical power. At this moment, it disappeared, and the whole world returned to peace.

Without the flying sword blocking, without the fire dragon intrusion, Han Li figure straight up, a few flashing, it fell into the hanging altar.

His eyes swept over, and he saw that Xiongshan was covered with a layer of black scales under the mountain. There was a layer of shadows and **** movements around the whole person, and the breath changed.

Those blood awns are not other things, but a swordsmanship that is pure and extremely condensed to the essence. It is extremely fierce, cutting the void around it, and even the golden light of Han Lizhen’s treasure wheel cannot penetrate.

"So precious sword repairs to treasure, you actually do such a good use, don't you feel violent?" Han Li shook his head gently, some regretted.

"It's no problem, just consume some of the ancient swords that are stored in it. As long as you can kill you, it won't be a loss." Xiong Shan said as he walked forward, one-handedly stretching, five fingers and one point, one grasping A golden sword suspended in the middle of the altar.

Flying sword started, the red dark lines on his black armor suddenly lit up, and the fuzzy blood stalks around his body immediately spread down and wrapped his life flying sword.

Xiongshan Xiu’s volatility still stays in the late stage of Zhenxian, but the momentum is already very different. There is no offensive there, but it seems to be a rare fairy weapon in the world.

When Han Li saw this situation, the pupils shrank slightly, but they immediately recovered as usual.

"Actually, I still have something unclear. Why did you control my Qianfeng Gathering Swordsmanship? Is it difficult for you to become a sideline sect?" After Xiongshan took the upper hand, he did not hurry, but instead Asked slowly.

"Isn't the sword of the birth of the sword not disappeared a million years ago? How can there be any rumors?" Han Li brows slightly, some doubts.

"So, you are not... but it does not matter, you also have a battle with me." Xiongshan seems to regret a little regret.

After all, his toes were a little bit on the ground, his body shape swept away, and his sword in his hand slammed into Han Li.

Han Li’s eyes flashed, his figure floated, and he did not stop at the edge of the altar. He tipped a little railing and continued to retire backwards.

I saw a dark red light flashing over the bear sword of Xiongshan. A **** sword was suddenly shot from the tip of the sword. It instantly pierced the Baizhang void and delivered it directly to Han Li’s chest for a few feet before it was released by the Zhenhuabao. The golden cockroach blocked it and the castration slowed down.

Han Li then smashed the fuselage shape and swept back a few more feet before he stopped his body.

He looked at the **** swordsman who gradually dissipated, only if he did not open the distance in time, the speed of the sword flying is absolutely enough to offset the slowing effect of the magic wheel, pierce his chest. .

"If all the time, the lines are still there..."

Between the thoughts, Han Li rushed down and flew to countless flying swords hovering in midair.

As a result, his figure has not yet reached the green bamboo bee cloud sword, and there is a smashing sword behind him, which makes his back ridge cold.

He quickly reversed the true words of the treasure wheel, his body in the void to the right, and escaped the Jianguang.

Just listen to the "嗖" sound.

The blood-red sword light shot from the side of his body, and pierced into the dense flying sword array. After a crisp and sharp sound, dozens of flying swords were stabbed by swordsman and broke into pieces.

Han Li is taking this opportunity, his body shape flashes, and finally came to the 72-handed green bamboo bee cloud sword.

He grabbed one of his palms, grabbed one of them, and struggled to pull out, but was surprised to find that the flying sword was shackled by a powerful force, and it was still motionless.

Surprisingly, a figure flashed behind him, but Xiongshan had already chased it. He raised his hand and waved a sword, and he fell down towards him.

Han Li did not care about the change behind him. He only clasped the hilt with his palm, and his mind was moved. He separated the thoughts and injected them into the sword.

I saw that the sword in his hand suddenly trembled and made a clear sword, which seemed to re-feel the connection between Han and Han, which was very cheerful.

At the same time, a long sword wrapped in a **** sword was also falling towards his back neck.

On the back of the truth, on the treasure wheel, only a dozen or so groups of time were dazzling, and the golden dragonfly that emerged from it was solidified a few points, and it was behind his Han.

However, in the face of the long sword wrapped in the sword of the ancients, the deceleration effect of the Zhenyan Baolun was greatly reduced, but only slightly delayed the speed at which the sword fell, which was simply not enough for Han Li to avoid it.

Just as the millennium was on the verge of a black ray, it turned into a huge black treasure wheel, like a shield that blocked the sword front of Xiongshan.

Just listen to the sharp sound of "铮"!

The long sword path of Xiongshan broke through the black light outside the real water wheel and slammed directly on the wheel.

The heavy water really trembled fiercely, and the large black light gathered on it was smashed by the dark red swordsman smashed out of the sword, and a very deep sword mark appeared on the surface.

Han Lixin’s thoughts were connected with the real water wheel, and naturally he felt the power of the sword.

He took out the green bamboo bee cloud sword, and the blue light flashed in his eyes. There was a sharp tingling in his mind. The seventy-one gods separated at the same time and separated from the remaining flying swords. Linked together.

At this time, Xiong Shan had already swayed through the heavy water wheel, and came to the right side of Han Li and swept toward him.

This time, Han Li did not sneak away again, but took the initiative to welcome him. The green bamboo bee cloud sword in his hand also smashed toward Xiongshan.

The two sword fronts intersected vertically and horizontally, and a layer of fuzzy dark red swordsman first broke from the bear sword of Xiongshan, and then a golden electric light broke out from the green bamboo bee cloud sword.

The dark red sword mans almost flew over Han Li's sleeves, and the sleeves on his sword's hand suddenly broke open. Even Han's arm was marked with a deep mark.

Fortunately, the film of the true pole of Han Li was not scratched, so it was not injured.

However, the swordsmanship attached to the swordsmanship is extremely penetrating. When he crossed the Korean arm, he was so smashed that he couldn’t help but jump.

Han Liqiang endured a huge pain, and the other hand moved forward. The heavy water wheel behind him immediately shrank into a round shield, whistling and rotating, and slammed into the bear mountain.

On the arm of Xiongshan, the black armor flashed, and the evil spirits that had been released from the green bamboo bee cloud sword were dispelled, and they quickly swayed against the sword and stood in front of them.

The heavy water really hit the top of the Xiongshan long sword, and the whirlwind continued, and the body of Xiongshan trembled, and it retreated ten degrees.

"铮铮铮"

A sharp and sour sound, from the heavy water under the true wheel.

At the same time, Han Li suddenly blinked, single-handedly pulled out a sword and pointed forward.

"disease"

With the order of his mouth, the remaining seventy-one handles of the green bamboo bee cloud sword in the sword array, successively issued a sound of crisp and sweet swords, flying out with the flying sword of Han Li’s hand, crossed in the air. A cyan arc of light, while shooting at the Bear Mountain.

In the process of flying swords rushing, countless blue-colored swords lightly emerged, appearing in the vertical and horizontal, gathered in the air, turned into a glaucomous giant light ball.

When I was near Xiongshan, there was suddenly a loud and loud sound of the dragon in the blue light ball, which was heard from the sky.

In a roar, the giant light ball shattered, and a green cyan dragon smashed his teeth and swooped out, and swallowed Xiongshan into the blood.

When Han Li saw it, the Zhenhuabao reversal at the same time, recalling the heavy water wheel in one hand, and catching up with the body shape.

At this time, the speed is much faster than that of the Qingjian sword array. When looking for the position of the dragon head, I can't help but flash a look of surprise.

I saw the bear mountain look standing freely in the dragon mouth, and was pinned by hundreds of intensive swordsmen outside the body. The black hair of the black armor flashed frequently, and there was no harm at all.