World of Cultivation

Updated: 2012-10-20

The blue-sworded sword and the sun **** axe hit the bridge without any cleverness.

boom!

The power of horror, the burst of light, the dazzling light, like the blazing sun, makes the world shine.

When the light is exhausted, Zuo Mo’s arrogant figure is proudly emerging. He carries the light axe in his hand, and his oppressive eyes are as real as he is, sweeping through the whole body.

His left hand was Xiao Rujian, and Xiao Rujian had no breath, and his life was extinct.

The light in the eyes of Zuo Mo gradually gathered, the light axe in his hand dissipated, and the fierce breath that he had spread disappeared. He once again restored the ordinary people before him. He gently spit out a breath and secretly shook his head. [Sun God Axe] For him now, there is still a little bit of reluctance, far less than the [Sun God thorn].

The sun pattern on the sun thorns has been able to be as fine as carving, but [Sun God Axe] he can only condense a light axe prototype, not to mention the sun pattern, that is, the entity is a little worse.

The ancient times of the magic is so simple, the more complete the magic is completed, the more delicate its entity, the stronger its power.

His road was still early, shaking his head, his eyes swept to several other people.

Intentional and unintentional, plus He Zi An Hai is just an ordinary Kunlun disciple, and there is no resistance to Shang Weisheng and Zong Ru. The killer of Anhai 锏 锏 阴 灭 灭 灭 灭 早 早 早 早 早 早 早 早 早 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗 宗And He Zi’s pocket swords had just been sacrificed, and he was easily broken by Wei Sheng’s, and his sword fell.

Before he started, Zuo Mo decided to leave one.

The things in the three people were naturally searched, but at this time, Zuo Mo did not have time to check, his attention was all on this ancient octopus.

"Master, you try."

Wei Sheng nodded. The fight just now was not good for him. In front of this octopus monster, it made him feel oppressive, which also aroused his war.

The blood of the sword is in hand, and he flies to the front of the octopus, but stands out.

Gently raising the blood sword, Wei Sheng's look is serious, his breath is one of the changes, the body space seems to have an inexplicable fluctuation.

The blood sword in his hand smeared with blood spots, and Wei Sheng’s momentum continued to climb. He squinted his eyes, but he was like a sword with a scabbard.

The rich swordsmanship, gathered in his body, the sky above his head, quickly darkened, the black sea under his feet, as if he was also aware of the danger, constantly rushing around, and a small depression puddle formed below Wei Sheng.

Wei Sheng, standing like a sword, opened his eyes.

hiss!

The indescribable snoring, as if the tearing open air, the swaying sword around Wei Sheng gathered at him at an astonishing speed, he is like the wind of the storm.

Hey!

The sharp swordsmanship, like countless little swords, flutters around Wei Sheng's body, bringing out a whistling whistling sound. Numerous whistling sounds pile up, just like a frenzy.

Wei Sheng’s blood sword was gently placed.

Hey!

Baixi belongs to the sea, and the dense swords, like huge fish, they flocked wildly to Wei Sheng’s blood sword.

The blood sword is excited and trembled, and the blood stains are suddenly brightened, full of the power of the strange demon.

Wei Sheng did not seem to be aware of the excitement of the blood sword in his hand. His expression was firm, and there was no trace of impurities in the blood-like scorpion. He inherited the power of the blood sword, but he was not assimilated by the blood sword.

A steel-like will allows him to manipulate this powerful and horrible force.

Wei Sheng’s vision was covered with a strange red color, and the blood sword in his hand was like a unwilling beast in his vision, constantly struggling.

sword!

Feeling the extension of the world, Wei Sheng's expression is sincere and dedicated, even if the strength of the blood sword struggles in the hands is big, he will not feel it. The fascinating and violent power of the demon charm constantly hits him along the hilt, and its bloodthirsty and madness make it extremely powerful. Wei Sheng knows that if he releases his hand at this time, the blood sword will inevitably release an amazing sword.

It is full of the blood of countless powerful people, it devours countless fierce souls, it has been gestating for tens of thousands of years, it is powerful enough!

The violent power of the violent violent impact on Wei Sheng’s mind, the blood and divine power of Wei Sheng’s body originated from the blood sword, and it was also stirred up.

It is a terrible monster, and once it is dissatisfied, it will turn back.

Wei Sheng did not let go, his expression was still pious and focused, and under the impact of a wave of strong waves, he kept the sword heart!

Numerous pictures flashed in front of his eyes. He saw the eyes of the head and the uncle's encouragement. He saw the empty mountains in the past. He saw that he was suffering as a sword servant. He saw and drunk with Zuo Moyue...

Numerous pictures turn around like lights, they are getting more and more bleak, he seems to walk in a dark void.

Lonely, I don’t know the direction, I don’t see the light.

Is that the future of yourself?

A strong emptiness and loneliness rushed into his heart, his heart became utterly at a loss, but when his gaze fell on the sword in the back of his hand, all the emptiness and loneliness disappeared instantly, and his body was full of strength.

The shadow of the darkness and loneliness, with the sword to open the darkness and nothingness, with the sword to break out of the road under the feet, the darkness and the emptiness of the waters retreat, there is a familiar and warm figure around him.

Wei Sheng was awakened at the beginning of his dream. His mouth was involuntarily showing a warm smile. The power of the blood sword seemed to suddenly become a lot smaller. No matter how it struggled, Wei Shengjian’s heart was like a meteorite.

Just like the figure in the dream just now, Wei Sheng raised the blood sword in his hand and squatted.

The red swordsman disappeared.

The vast swordsmanship suddenly bursts!

boom!

The sky seemed to tremble. The sea in front of Wei Sheng disappeared instantly. A straight blank passage more than ten miles long appeared in front of everyone.

In the passage of about five feet wide, there is no drop of sea water. The black rock on the bottom of the sea is exposed in the air. On both sides of the passage is a water wall of up to five hundred feet high. The water wall is as smooth as a mirror.

The passage extends far away, the octopus reveals the whole picture, its body is in the middle, and a blood line is straight.

Snapped!

The huge body of the octopus fell from the air to the ground of the passageway, and was divided into two complete pieces, the awning, the unconstrained blood mist, and suddenly exploded.

In the hands of Wei Sheng, the blood sword trembled, and the blood mist was immediately attracted, turned into a blood column, and fell into the blood sword.

There is no blood in the octopus.

At this point, the water wall in the far distance of the channel began to collapse, and the bangs banged like a horse.

Everyone including Zuo Mo was shocked by the sword of Wei Sheng!

Master... It’s... really... too perverted!

Suddenly, there is a spirit, octopus!

The eyes of Xiao Mo Ge were immediately occupied by countless spar, and they were in the shape of electricity and appeared beside the body of the octopus. Without saying a word, the body of a piece of octopus is pulled in one hand, the whole body gold pattern emerges, the spirit is agitated, the anger is round, the muscles are arrogant, the exhalation is open, and the violent drink: "Ah, ah, ah! Get up!"

Under the encouragement of the spar, the power that Zuo Mo erupted far exceeded the power of fighting with Xiao Rujian. The left is like the **** of the gods, like ancient behemoths, blue veins, a series of "squats" in the mouth, dragging two pieces of giants, slowly rising. Finally, before the water wall collapsed, drag on the transport ship.

Wei Sheng, who had just burst out, saw this scene. The devout focus on his face disappeared without a trace. He opened his mouth and his muscles were stiff. He stared blankly at Zuo Mo, which was completely beyond the limits of humanity.

The blood sword in his hand did not help himself.

Everyone is stunned.

For a time, the audience was silent, only the gasping of the left wind bellows, he was lying halfway down the two meat mountains without image, exhausted and smirking.

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"Check out their origins?" Lei Yinsi asked.

"Not sure." The responsible disciple sneaked down and looked at the head and looked at it. He added: "From the current clues, they are most likely to come from Mo Yunhai."

"Mo Yunhai!" The head looked a condensate.

"Yes, but their true identity is not easy to judge. They have not touched hands, and we can't confirm that Lauder Light is on their boat. We searched their fleet and found nothing. But then we closed the transmission array, they hard The black sea flying line is very suspect."

The head is indulged.

For a long time, the head of the door opened: "This is the end of the matter."

The responsible disciple stunned, and his face suddenly appeared surprised, but the head seemed to have not seen it. He said to himself: "You can go down."

The disciple was a spirit, reacted, and hurriedly salute: "The disciple retire!"

When the disciple left the hall, an imposing teenager came out from behind the cloth. If the disciple was here, he would be shocked.

Yang Yuanhao!

The first battle of the Nine Zen Gates will raise Yuanhao!

No one knows, Yang Yuanhao actually did not know how to return to the martial art.

"The head is worried about Mo Yunhai?" Yang Yuanhao was also a little surprised, could not help but ask.

The head looked deep and saw Yang Yuanhao, his face floating a little smile: "Yuan Hao is puzzled?"

Yang Yuanhao shook his head: "Mo Yunhai will be our ally for a long time, but they are not people of Mo Yunhai, have not yet checked out..."

"I can smash the black line, huh!" The head sneered: "Not only Mo Yunhai, I am afraid that Wei Sheng will be a few talents."

Yang Yuanhao thought of another problem and frowned. "Mo Yunhai knows our situation very well. How long has the site been? They have all got the news!"

For any warrior, it is very taboo for his own situation to be touched by the other party.

The head shook his head: "Not necessarily. Don't forget the matter of the heart of the door, Mo Yunhai is not a person who shrinks his hands."

Yang Yuanhao nodded: "Heart leaves the door to do something stupid."

Head of the road: "How is the situation on the front line?"

"Kunlun is very quiet recently, a bit abnormal." Yang Yuanhao flashed a sorrow in his eyes.

There was a cool color in the eyes of the head: "Quiet? The recent ups and downs, I am afraid that they are ghosts in the dark. Some guys are always looking at the light, and when they see no worries, they will make up. This time you call you back, just want to ask. your opinion."

Yang Yuanhao is thinking all the way. Recently, several martial art schools have been very fierce, which has affected the unity of the nine Zen Gates. The nine Zen doors that are not united are vulnerable.

He suddenly thought of Mo Yunhai just mentioned, and he said: "Maybe, we can borrow some strength."

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