Silent Sword Qi, condensing the sharpness of heaven and earth, piercing the air with one sword, with overwhelming force, instantly breaking through two arrows, and collided with the last Moon-Chasing Arrow.
Sword Qi is sharp and eye-catching, and the arrow light is getting stronger and stronger. The most extreme collision, the air current is surging, and it is constantly rolling around Sword Pool. The ups and downs of the sword remain indifferent.
With a bang, Sword Qi, the arrows shattered at the same time, causing boundless turbulence and scattering in all directions.
"Extraordinary swordsman, why don't you draw your sword?"
Luo Xingchen moves, turning into thousands of afterimages, the bow is invisible, and thousands of arrows shine, one after another, appearing from the sky and falling towards Mu Bai in the middle.
"Sword style, One Sword, Myriad Calamities"
Heaven-Proving Sword Style roared and roared, rising endlessly, the sword light spinning around, blocking the arrow light from the sky. At this moment, an arrow with a completely different aura broke through the sword light and grazed the swordsman's left arm.
With a stabbing sound, the white clothes tore open, and traces of blood spilled out. The Invincible Sword of Huangcheng saw red for the first time.
"Sword style, One Sword, No Distance"
The swordsman was calm and his expression was calm. Sword of No Distance appeared, the fastest sword in the world. Wherever his intention went, the sword went as well. It broke through the limitations of space and drew a white shadow between the sky and the earth. In the blink of an eye, it cut through thousands of afterimages.
In the shattered afterimage, Luo Xingchen stepped back ten feet and looked at the swordsman in white in front of him. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved. Such a fast sword, such an opponent is worthy of his full strength.
The arrow box opened, a green arrow flew out, Xinghen opened his bow, the wind howled, and in less than a blink of an eye, the arrow riding the wind had arrived in front of Mu Bai.
Mu Bai connected the arrow with his fingers, Sword Intent gathered together, and the moment the arrow was broken, the arrow appeared in the arrow, and the golden arrow light broke through the limit and passed through the body.
"Uh"
Mu Bai took half a step back, bright red dripping from his shoulders, staining his white clothes.
"If you don't draw your sword again, you will die with no regrets."
Three arrows shot into the sky, and a stream of light appeared instantly. Luo Xingchen turned his palms and opened his bow. The arrows of the three talents intertwined into a dazzling light. The real pressure of the third disaster level shook the world.
Surpassing the original offensive of Eternal Night Cult Master, it was proved that the mythical sword of Huangcheng was capable. Mu Bai waved his hand, and Sword Pool surged. Drops of water flew out, condensed, turned into three sword blades, and directly faced the three arrows.
Suddenly, water splashes scattered, and the arrow was unstoppable, approaching again.
"One Sword, Formless"
Mu Bai Connected the swords with their fingers together, thousands of sword streams gathered together, and the sharp edges of the three arrows scattered in response, turning invisible.
However, at this moment, a red arrow appeared. Crimson Piercing Divine Arrow, who had injured several Zhao Family giants in the past, reappeared on the Divine Continent land today. The long tail of the arrow cut through the void, like a demon star appearing in the world, threatening to kill him.
The young and powerful Xifo defeated Divine Land Sword to reach the top of the myth. In an incredible battle situation, he reached the pinnacle of the battle amidst the terrifying red arrow light.
Mu Bai, who had been injured one after another, still looked as calm as before. Facing the most powerful arrow, he had no thoughts, no desires, no demands. The world of swords spread out, and the heaven and earth were solemn. Mountains, rocks, ruins, ponds, and everything turned into swords and came out to meet the arrow.
With a bang, the ultimate collision, Crimson Piercing Divine Arrow shot out of the air and went straight into the swordsman's chest.
"Uh"
Mu Bai stepped back, mouth overflowing with red, Crimson Piercing Divine Arrow flew out and returned to the arrow box.
After one arrow, the invincible sword of Huangcheng was defeated!
"Divine Continent strong man, nothing more than that"
Luo Xingchen waved his hand and closed his bow, turned around and left, his purple and white clothes fluttering in the wind. After two steps, he disappeared.
"Master"
Sword Two walked out and looked at the figure in front of Sword Pool with worry in his eyes.
The master would actually lose. This was something he never expected. The battle just now was too abnormal. The master's strength should be far more than this.
Mu Bai was silent, looking at the sword in Sword Pool, with mixed feelings. Is this what it feels like to lose a sword?
"Why doesn't Master draw his sword?" Sword Two didn't understand and asked.
"It's not that you can't get out, it's that you can't get out."
Mu Bai sighed softly and waved his hand to take the sword. However, the sword did not move, rising and falling Sword Pool as if he was unaware of it.
Sword Two's eyes shrank, the sword didn't know its master, how could it be like this?
Mu Bai looked at the academy to the west, with a rare flash of confusion in his calm eyes. For the first time, Sword Heart was no longer clear.
Tiancang Academy, the Master tiredly packed away the ancient books on the bookshelves, one by one, sweeping away the dust attached to them.
The way of the sword is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Mu Bai's sword has reached its peak. No one can guide it. No one knows how to go the rest of the way.
Every moth has to go through the process of forming a cocoon before turning into a butterfly. He and Daoist Patriarch have also gone through this difficult period. Now it depends on whether Mu Bai can come out and regain the clarity of Sword Heart.
At the same time, in the west of Great Xia, Ning Chen and others who came to break the formation also encountered a lot of trouble. All three battles were in bitter fighting.
Marquis Kaixuan, Golden Staff National Master join forces to fight against Zong Qianqiu, the sea of thunder rolls, the evil god stands majestically, the most extreme confrontation of martial arts and magic, constantly collides with dazzling sparks at this moment.
On the other side, Eternal Night Cult Master faced off against Martial Crown Head as a former enemy. He even broke the formation and killed everyone with a frightening manner.
In the last place, Meng Xuanji fought one against two, blocking all the crises before Zhi Ming. Gilded Feathered Halberd danced, blocking Huazhuang, and the combined power of Can Feng.
Outside of the battle, Du'e Temple Abbot closed his eyes to heal his injuries, seizing the time to regain his fighting strength. The outcome of this battle was unpredictable, and he had to suppress his injuries as soon as possible.
The five people were restrained and it was difficult to escape. In the wheelchair, Ning Chen kept coughing lightly, resisting the urge to faint and forcing himself to stay as awake as possible.
There was still a little to go, and he couldn't give up all his previous efforts at this moment.
The wheelchair creaked, far away from the battle, and the strength of each part of the formation was calculated based on the distance and the changes between the bodies.
Stopping every ten steps and counting every hundred steps, Zhi Ming's mind rotates at an unprecedented speed, calculating the distribution of faith power in the formation bit by bit.
The wheel marks of the wheelchair are crisscrossed in the large formation, passing over the traces like a chessboard. If you look closely, you can see that they are not square in shape. The wheel marks extending in one direction are not parallel. After being extended, they all vaguely converge into one place.
Above the sky, Zong Qianqiu glanced down below, his expression changed slightly, he turned his palm Condensing Essence, shook the two people away, the figure flashed past, and quickly rushed towards the figure in the wheelchair.
"Bian Jiang, don't be obsessed with fighting, kill Marquis of Knowing Fate first."
The urgent urging showed the uneasiness in Zong Qianqiu's heart. How could there be such a smart person in the world? He didn't know how Marquis of Knowing Fate could see it. However, the place where those wheelchair marks last extended was the weakest position of Extreme Heaven Grand Array's formation.
Hearing this, Bian Jiang swung away Mist Cloud Divine Halberd with his sword, escaped from the battle, and also swept towards Marquis of Knowing Fate in the distance.
In the wheelchair, Ning Chen, who was estimated to be at the critical moment, was so focused that he did not realize that the crisis was coming. When he regained consciousness, the two of them were already in front of him.
"Marquis of Knowing Fate, come to accept your fate"
The vast palm force struck down with the intention of killing. At this moment, Zong Qianqiu's fear of the young man in the wheelchair reached an unprecedented level. The palm came with endless murderous intent, threatening to cut off his fate.
At the moment of crisis, a beautiful figure stood in front of her, and a palm struck the back of the woman's heart. Her eyes were filled with crimson, dyeing her sight red.
A little bit of warm blood fell from Zhiming's face. The most heart-wrenching scene left the man in the wheelchair completely stunned.
After a brief delay, Marquis Kaixuan and Golden Staff National Master finally caught up, World-Shaking Military Blade cut the line between life and death, and knocked back Zong Qianqiu.
Bian Jiang also came, Azure Blood Heavenly Weep killed them all with fierce force, and forced Zhi Ming to kill again.
Golden Staff National Master waved his staff to block a move, and with a bang, he took ten steps back, vomiting red at the mouth.
At the same time, Mist Cloud Divine Halberd passed by, and Eternal Night Cult Master rushed to block Bian Jiang's path, dividing the battle again.
The sudden change was so fast that before anyone could recover, the woman fell powerlessly, like a fallen leaf, making no sound.
"Dream Girl"
Ning Chen lost his mind, and his already numb heart no longer even knew the pain. He stared blankly at the woman who fell in his arms, blood dripping from her face.
Why, why, the questions are asking, the sounds are piercing the heart, the debt is getting bigger and bigger, and the knowing heart is torn apart bit by bit.
The residual wind, Huazhuang sword and halberd attack, the figure in the wheelchair sat up, violent murderous aura rippled out from the whole body, and the miserable blood mist dyed the surrounding area red.
The phoenix source burned, the blood surged wildly, and the hot fire wolves surged one after another. King Yama's Divine Sword took possession of it, and the murderous intent shook the world.
"You all deserve to die"
Knowing his fate and losing his mind, his eyes were overflowing with red. The figure disappeared in an instant, and a dazzling light of blood flashed between the sky and the earth. It blocked the remaining wind of the sword. Before the sword fell, the spirit did not return, the head flew up, and blood spurted out all over the sky.
The knowledge that burns the origin blooms with the brightest light of life, which is shocking and heartbreaking.
Bian Jiang looked shocked when he saw this, and waved his sword to block the way. However, the figure that flashed past in an instant made it impossible to stop him.
Sweeping towards Zong Qianqiu, the red-clothed man was full of murderous intent. He was fast, faster, so fast that no one could stop him.
"Hall Master"
Huazhuang was frightened and rushed back to help, but was also unable to catch up.
King Yama's Divine Sword The blood was shining brightly, and the heavy Phoenix Essence gathered together. The sword that had arrived in an instant broke through the obstruction of the sea of thunder and fire, and cut out the killing light of death.
Zong Qianqiu was so shocked that he turned his palms to shake his sword. During the confrontation between the palms and swords, the power of the swords changed instantly, and the killing light passed through his shoulders, bringing out large blood flowers. After a moment, it turned back again, the cold front penetrated the body, and blood flowers filled the sky again.
Fast, still fast, Zong Qianqiu blocks one sword, hits several swords, can't block the murderous intention, one sword is faster than the other, and each sword is harder than the other.
Huazhuang, Bian Jiang rushed to their aid quickly, and Marquis Kaixuan, Golden Staff National Master, and Eternal Night Cult Master joined forces to stop the two of them. They were shocked but also worried.
Especially Golden Staff National Master, the look of worry in his eyes is even thicker. When Phoenix Perch Mountain was on, the Phoenix finally burned Fengyuan, it was exactly the same as Ning Chen's current situation.
"Marquis of Knowing Fate, you can never protect the people you cherish, how ironic."
Zong Qianqiu's mouth continued to overflow with blood, sarcasm flashed across his handsome face, and crazy laughter echoed in the formation, harsh and heart-piercing.
King of Hell, King of Hell, the purple sword edge has been dyed blood red with blood, Sword One sword, blood is scattered everywhere, however, the irreparable regret will eventually leave wounds on Zhi Ming's heart.
In the bloody light, a sword pierced the heart, and the spurting blood stained the sky and Zhiming's eyes red.
The blood is hot, but it can't warm Zhiming's cold heart.
Could it be that if you know your destiny, you should be lonely.
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