Urban divine farmer medical immortal

"I choose to let you die!"

This sounds ordinary, but falls in the public's ear, actually is like the nine day God thunder falls, lets present person's facial expression one shock, in the heart is full of astonishment.

You should know that he is the direct disciple of Xianmen sword palace. Even in Xianmen, he is also extremely arrogant. His status and potential are extremely lofty. Otherwise, he would not be sent to the secular world.

"Master su..."

The Chinese warrior's body was shaking.

No one thought that at the moment when Xianmen provoked, killed and humiliated the martial arts world, and the martial arts world fell into despair, Sunan said such aggressive words, which shocked everyone.

"Master... He!"

The disciples of Shennong sect were very excited.

"Is that true? The other party is the pride of heaven in the immortal sect. Master Su dares to ignore the other party like this. Isn't master Su not afraid of the people in the immortal sect? "

The man who was arrested had a look of surprise and a blank in his mind.

"It's a shame to the whole immortal clan that Su, who has eaten the bear's heart and the leopard's gall, provokes the dry fire sword king like this. It's not enough to wash away the shame of the immortal clan if he doesn't break him to pieces."

The people of Xianmen are angry. They think they are superior and regard the secular world as grass mustard. But now that a grass mustard has spoken so wildly that he wants to kill qianhuo Jianjun, the people of Xianmen are furious.

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

The dry fire sword King narrowed his eyes and looked angry.

Sunan plain way: "I even dare to kill you, what dare not."

"Death

The dry fire sword king stretched out his finger, and a sword gas spurted out from his fingertips.

The air of the sword is bigger than that of the door. It's red as fire. It gives off a sharp smell. The surrounding space begins to twist. With the air of the sword in the hand, the surrounding space seems to be cut into a channel. The air of the sword is like a tide, killing Southern Jiangsu.

The dry fire sword King's face is gloomy. He has used all his strength to kill the guy in front of him by absolute means.

The eyes of the people were wide.

Only see the air of the sword is like a river, endless energy surging incomparable, the breath of terror makes people feel the breath of suffocation.

The sword Qi didn't arrive, but the stone slabs on the ground had already been smashed. Some people who didn't have time to escape were smashed by the sword Qi.

Immortal master, it's just a move. It's terrible.

"Hum!"

Sunan stood motionless in the same place, with a cold hum in his mouth.

He took out the Lihuo sword and split it in front of him. There was a general sound of breaking in the space-time. A red sword was like a peerless sword. It broke into the center of the opponent's sword Qi. Then the terrible force broke out. It was like a scissors opening. It divided the opponent's sword Qi into two parts from the middle and extended to the leader of qianhuo sword.

"He broke the attack of the dry fire sword king?"

Those people in the immortal sect thought that Sunan would be seriously injured by the attack of qianhuo Jianjun. But no one thought that Sunan had directly broken the attack of qianhuo Jianjun.

"Su... Is master Su so strong?"

The Chinese martial arts were surprised. They thought that the people in the immortal gate were incomparable. No one thought that Su Laomo was so powerful that he could fight against the immortal gate.

"Well, you are really the master of the sect."

Zhang Bancheng was relieved and had a wonderful smile on his face.

"Eh, look at the sword in his hand. Isn't it Lihuo sword of Lihuo sword king?" At this time, people in Xianmen noticed the Lihuo sword in Sunan's hand.

"Hum, it's only with the power of Lihuo sword that we can barely resist the attack of qianhuo sword."

The people in Xianmen secretly shook their heads and attributed all the credit to the Lihuo sword in Sunan's hands.

"I'll tell you, how can these rubbish skills practiced by indigenous people resist the attack of the dry fire sword king? In the end, they still rely on our immortal soldiers."

"You want to die!"

The dry fire sword king is angry.

The most important thing is that the weapon of the sword palace is still in the hands of the aborigines. The weapon of the sword palace can defeat the disciple of the sword palace. If the news gets out, the rest of the immortals will not laugh!

"Sunan, I'll let you know how powerful the sword palace is."

The dry fire sword makes you laugh coldly.

"Yiyin!"

Between his cuffs, a short sword suddenly appeared. The sword changed rapidly in mid air. It became more than one meter long, and then changed from one to two, two to four

For a moment, in front of him was the shadow of the sword.

Xianmen skill, Royal sword skill!

Needless to say, everyone knows that qianhuo Jianjun is really angry. Otherwise, he won't use the guard method of Jiangong. Even in Xianmen, Jiangong's swordsmanship is second to none, and it's also the foundation of Jiangong.

"Hiss

The sword shadow in the air is trembling. It may explode at any time.

"This, this is the cultivation method of the immortal family?"

A lot of people's legs tremble. They never thought that they could practice this way.

"Ha ha ha, ignorant natives, it's your destiny to see the immortal sect before you die."

The dry fire sword king is holding his sword finger. At this time, he is like a peerless sword God. He controls all living beings and makes people worship him.

"Master Su, leave us alone, get out of here and take revenge for us."

Some of the warriors have already begun to despair, and even some people rush out, trying to replace the sword skills of the Xianmen in southern Jiangsu.

"Ha ha, under my swordsmanship, can he escape?"

The dry fire sword gentleman sneers coldly, the other party's action in his opinion is merely to strike a stone with an egg.

"Go

The sword king of dry fire suddenly gave a cold drink. The sound was like thunder. The sword shadow in the air was as fast as lightning. It pierced the void. It was as dense as raindrops. He wanted to pierce the heart of all the swords in southern Jiangsu.

"Master Su!"

At this moment, countless people in the martial arts world were shouting. They all clenched their fists, and their eyes were about to split. Would a strong man like Su Laomo also die in the hands of Xianmen?

Is there really no one in the secular world who can resist the immortal gate?

"Ha ha ha, I can't help myself."

The people of Xianmen are laughing, arrogantly raising their heads, overlooking these humble Aboriginal warriors, with a heartless sneer on their faces.

At this time, Sunan smiles in vain.

"Do you know the skill of Xianmen?"

Sunan light looking at each other, said: "I seem to be able to."

Then, his fingers quickly imprinted on his chest, and the sword Qi gathered in front of him. Although he was not as big as the other gentleman, the cohesion was very high. In front of his fingers, a faint shadow with a long sword appeared. He seemed to be a person living in the sword Qi, very ethereal.

"Damn it

The dry fire sword King's eyes shrank, and his face was angry and frightened.