Chapter 765
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On the night of March 7 of the great summer calendar, for the sword cultivation of the whole summer, the way of cultivation has been destroyed and great sorrow!
Practitioners in the vast land of Shenzhou cultivate the Tao and the soul of Tao. They understand the circulation of all things between heaven and earth. However, once the Tao that he has been searching for all his life suddenly dies down, then for the corresponding practitioners, it is the disaster of breaking the road ahead and destroying the top.
Therefore, in a sense, Murong he's actions will make him become the eternal culprit of all people's scorn.
From the cloud to the earth, it often takes only a breath!
Once upon a time, there were many kinds of sword spirits in Daxia, including the sword burial lake which nourishes the sword soul, and the countless sword spirit that can be cycled. After the accumulation of numerous monks, these sword spirits were born to be an experienced teacher, and at the same time, they also had the top-level sword cultivation model and goal of the great master Nei Feng mang.
All this kind of cultivation makes sword cultivation stand out in the world of practice and become a school of its own. However, all of it broke like a bubble overnight.
At the same time, the whole lake water was completely evaporated by the impact of the scorching sun.
The entire Kendo, not only the inheritance has been cut off, but even the place where people settle down for their lives has also been destroyed!
The sea of taboo magical powers gradually dissipated after the last impact of the burning sun above the burial sword Lake. However, the aftershocks still exist, especially the fragmented space and the evaporation of water vapor, which has covered the whole mountain top of wanjian.
At this time, the sword burial lake can no longer be called a lake, but a pit, a sword pit!
At the edge of wanjian mountain, a girl Jiansheng, protected by the red array of Daogong, is in a worse condition. After Zhao Yu cut the whole sword without mercy, she coughed blood forward. At the same time, the sword in the deep of the Spirit sent out a series of extremely sad cries, which was dim for a moment.
At this time, the girl's white robe was covered with mud, and a strong feeling of dizziness came again and again. However, she still tried her best to support the ground with her hands to prevent her body from falling down.
Then Jiansheng looked up, her eyes fixed on the front of the water mist. Suddenly, her eyes were blurred, and her eyelids seemed to be too heavy to open.
"No, no, no, no dizziness!"
The low murmur sounds from Jiansheng's mouth, and then she bites her lips with her teeth. She uses the pain to maintain a little sanity and keeps herself from falling into a coma. She wants to see with her own eyes whether muronghe is still alive under the attack of such a magical sea.
She will witness the end of this holy battle with her own eyes, no matter what the outcome!
It is not only Jiansheng who wants to witness the end of this peak battle, but also the great repair workers on the flying crane and black dragon in the sky. The civil and military officials, Empress of the great Xia emperor and those countless friars who came here specially from all over the great Xia Dynasty wanted to witness the end of this battle.
After the attack, these friars gathered at the foot of wanjian mountain one after another, but in front of them stood the upper Fourth Army in black, red and silver armour, and the Guangzhou garrison, fully armed, dressed in armor, rushed to thunder.
Therefore, a large number of monks stopped and continued to move forward, directly stayed in the same place, looked up at the top of wanjian mountain, and their eyes were full of strong desire. In addition, they also explored.
What will be the outcome of this battle of the supreme and who will win?
At the top of wanjian mountain, the water mist and chaotic rules cover everything. However, Zhao Yu, who stands aloof above the void, knows that this is not over, because he can still feel a sharp edge, belonging to the edge of the sword.
Under the impact of the destruction of the sea of supernatural powers, countless sword spirits were broken and dissipated, but there was still one still, which was firmly held by a bloody hand and pointed to the front unswervingly.
In the next moment, Zhao Yu's eyebrows, which were flying in the dark gold imperial robe, jumped suddenly. The three flames of the road in the center of his eyebrows jumped at the same time. Then he raised his hand and pointed to the front without hesitation.
Ancient taboo, supernatural power, void.
The chaotic void in front of the young emperor was like a twisted tablecloth, which twisted rapidly in one direction. At the same time, it burst out an extremely huge suction force, absorbing all the surging water mist around. However, in the next moment, a vague sword tip was stabbed out of the void.
Compared with Murong he's when he pulled it out, this sword is more fuzzy and dim. But somehow, it has a better edge, even with a strong feeling of sadness, despair and struggle.
This is the death strike of the whole Shenzhou HaoTu Kendo!
This one sword, tianwaifeixian is not over, and this is Murong he's last sword.
Muronghe, who tore up the water mist and used this sword again, broke his clothes and sprayed blood all over his body. Even his eyes were full of bright red.
However, his hand holding the sword was still very stable, and his steps towards Zhao Yu were also very stable. Countless blood splashed onto the sword in front of him, which gradually dyed the latter red, and finally became a vague Blood Sword.How fast is this sword flying immortal without the weight suppression of Kendo dragon?
It's like a blink!
A bright red line appeared in the void, which was completely difficult to catch by human eyes. It was straight to Zhao Yu's eyebrows. Then the young emperor's whole idea exploded and directly into the void in front of him, releasing an ancient taboo magical power.
Wall of ice!
As the void moves and the cold air rolls, a huge iceberg is forcibly moved in front of the body from the unknown space, standing just in front of a sword flying immortal. Then the blood line that cuts the whole void bursts into the iceberg.
Crackling and cracking sound constantly sounded, but the speed of Murong and stabbing sword was also greatly reduced, and the whole body was directly exposed in front of people.
"Muronghe has been defeated!"
Lu Yao let out a high drink, and then Chu Zhengyang beside him was still dignified. He answered directly:
"not necessarily, there is a change below!"
Before Chu Zhengyang's voice fell, a strong and steady voice was heard directly from the top of wanjian mountain and resounded through the whole sky:
"I, Murong and Zizhi know that they have cut off the inheritance of the sword art in my hands. They are sinful and dare not ask for forgiveness. They make a vow that they will be a sword maker for generations to suffer from suffering for hundreds of millions of years, and to recast and recover the soul of every sword that has been damaged."
At the end of this vow, the blood sword in the iceberg is shining freely, and the unimaginable sword edge is also scattered on Murong and his body. Both of them directly tear the ice mountain and disappear in an instant.
Completely disappeared!
One tenth of a second later, the void in front of Zhao Yu directly cracked, and a man stepped out of it and stabbed out a sword.
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On the night of March 7 of the great summer calendar, for the sword cultivation of the whole summer, the way of cultivation has been destroyed and great sorrow!
Practitioners in the vast land of Shenzhou cultivate the Tao and the soul of Tao. They understand the circulation of all things between heaven and earth. However, once the Tao that he has been searching for all his life suddenly dies down, then for the corresponding practitioners, it is the disaster of breaking the road ahead and destroying the top.
Therefore, in a sense, Murong he's actions will make him become the eternal culprit of all people's scorn.
From the cloud to the earth, it often takes only a breath!
Once upon a time, there were many kinds of sword spirits in Daxia, including the sword burial lake which nourishes the sword soul, and the countless sword spirit that can be cycled. After the accumulation of numerous monks, these sword spirits were born to be an experienced teacher, and at the same time, they also had the top-level sword cultivation model and goal of the great master Nei Feng mang.
All this kind of cultivation makes sword cultivation stand out in the world of practice and become a school of its own. However, all of it broke like a bubble overnight.
At the same time, the whole lake water was completely evaporated by the impact of the scorching sun.
The entire Kendo, not only the inheritance has been cut off, but even the place where people settle down for their lives has also been destroyed!
The sea of taboo magical powers gradually dissipated after the last impact of the burning sun above the burial sword Lake. However, the aftershocks still exist, especially the fragmented space and the evaporation of water vapor, which has covered the whole mountain top of wanjian.
At this time, the sword burial lake can no longer be called a lake, but a pit, a sword pit!
At the edge of wanjian mountain, a girl Jiansheng, protected by the red array of Daogong, is in a worse condition. After Zhao Yu cut the whole sword without mercy, she coughed blood forward. At the same time, the sword in the deep of the Spirit sent out a series of extremely sad cries, which was dim for a moment.
At this time, the girl's white robe was covered with mud, and a strong feeling of dizziness came again and again. However, she still tried her best to support the ground with her hands to prevent her body from falling down.
Then Jiansheng looked up, her eyes fixed on the front of the water mist. Suddenly, her eyes were blurred, and her eyelids seemed to be too heavy to open.
"No, no, no, no dizziness!"
The low murmur sounds from Jiansheng's mouth, and then she bites her lips with her teeth. She uses the pain to maintain a little sanity and keeps herself from falling into a coma. She wants to see with her own eyes whether muronghe is still alive under the attack of such a magical sea.
She will witness the end of this holy battle with her own eyes, no matter what the outcome!
It is not only Jiansheng who wants to witness the end of this peak battle, but also the great repair workers on the flying crane and black dragon in the sky. The civil and military officials, Empress of the great Xia emperor and those countless friars who came here specially from all over the great Xia Dynasty wanted to witness the end of this battle.
After the attack, these friars gathered at the foot of wanjian mountain one after another, but in front of them stood the upper Fourth Army in black, red and silver armour, and the Guangzhou garrison, fully armed, dressed in armor, rushed to thunder.
Therefore, a large number of monks stopped and continued to move forward, directly stayed in the same place, looked up at the top of wanjian mountain, and their eyes were full of strong desire. In addition, they also explored.
What will be the outcome of this battle of the supreme and who will win?
At the top of wanjian mountain, the water mist and chaotic rules cover everything. However, Zhao Yu, who stands aloof above the void, knows that this is not over, because he can still feel a sharp edge, belonging to the edge of the sword.
Under the impact of the destruction of the sea of supernatural powers, countless sword spirits were broken and dissipated, but there was still one still, which was firmly held by a bloody hand and pointed to the front unswervingly.
In the next moment, Zhao Yu's eyebrows, which were flying in the dark gold imperial robe, jumped suddenly. The three flames of the road in the center of his eyebrows jumped at the same time. Then he raised his hand and pointed to the front without hesitation.
Ancient taboo, supernatural power, void.
The chaotic void in front of the young emperor was like a twisted tablecloth, which twisted rapidly in one direction. At the same time, it burst out an extremely huge suction force, absorbing all the surging water mist around. However, in the next moment, a vague sword tip was stabbed out of the void.
Compared with Murong he's when he pulled it out, this sword is more fuzzy and dim. But somehow, it has a better edge, even with a strong feeling of sadness, despair and struggle.
This is the death strike of the whole Shenzhou HaoTu Kendo!
This one sword, tianwaifeixian is not over, and this is Murong he's last sword.
Muronghe, who tore up the water mist and used this sword again, broke his clothes and sprayed blood all over his body. Even his eyes were full of bright red.
However, his hand holding the sword was still very stable, and his steps towards Zhao Yu were also very stable. Countless blood splashed onto the sword in front of him, which gradually dyed the latter red, and finally became a vague Blood Sword.How fast is this sword flying immortal without the weight suppression of Kendo dragon?
It's like a blink!
A bright red line appeared in the void, which was completely difficult to catch by human eyes. It was straight to Zhao Yu's eyebrows. Then the young emperor's whole idea exploded and directly into the void in front of him, releasing an ancient taboo magical power.
Wall of ice!
As the void moves and the cold air rolls, a huge iceberg is forcibly moved in front of the body from the unknown space, standing just in front of a sword flying immortal. Then the blood line that cuts the whole void bursts into the iceberg.
Crackling and cracking sound constantly sounded, but the speed of Murong and stabbing sword was also greatly reduced, and the whole body was directly exposed in front of people.
"Muronghe has been defeated!"
Lu Yao let out a high drink, and then Chu Zhengyang beside him was still dignified. He answered directly:
"not necessarily, there is a change below!"
Before Chu Zhengyang's voice fell, a strong and steady voice was heard directly from the top of wanjian mountain and resounded through the whole sky:
"I, Murong and Zizhi know that they have cut off the inheritance of the sword art in my hands. They are sinful and dare not ask for forgiveness. They make a vow that they will be a sword maker for generations to suffer from suffering for hundreds of millions of years, and to recast and recover the soul of every sword that has been damaged."
At the end of this vow, the blood sword in the iceberg is shining freely, and the unimaginable sword edge is also scattered on Murong and his body. Both of them directly tear the ice mountain and disappear in an instant.
Completely disappeared!
One tenth of a second later, the void in front of Zhao Yu directly cracked, and a man stepped out of it and stabbed out a sword.
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On the night of March 7 of the great summer calendar, for the sword cultivation of the whole summer, the way of cultivation has been destroyed and great sorrow! Practitioners in the vast land of Shenzhou cultivate the Tao and the soul of Tao. They understand the circulation of all things between heaven and earth. However, once the Tao that he has been searching for all his life suddenly dies down, then for the corresponding practitioners, it is the disaster of breaking the road ahead and destroying the top. Therefore, in a sense, Murong he's actions will make him become the eternal culprit of all people's scorn. From the cloud to the earth, it often takes only a breath! Once upon a time, there were many kinds of sword spirits in Daxia, including the sword burial lake which nourishes the sword soul, and the countless sword spirit that can be cycled. After the accumulation of numerous monks, these sword spirits were born to be an experienced teacher, and at the same time, they also had the top-level sword cultivation model and goal of the great master Nei Feng mang. All this kind of cultivation makes sword cultivation stand out in the world of practice and become a school of its own. However, all of it broke like a bubble overnight. At the same time, the whole lake water was completely evaporated by the impact of the scorching sun. The entire Kendo, not only the inheritance has been cut off, but even the place where people settle down for their lives has also been destroyed! The sea of taboo magical powers gradually dissipated after the last impact of the burning sun above the burial sword Lake. However, the aftershocks still exist, especially the fragmented space and the evaporation of water vapor, which has covered the whole mountain top of wanjian. At this time, the sword burial lake can no longer be called a lake, but a pit, a sword pit! At the edge of wanjian mountain, a girl Jiansheng, protected by the red array of Daogong, is in a worse condition. After Zhao Yu cut the whole sword without mercy, she coughed blood forward. At the same time, the sword in the deep of the Spirit sent out a series of extremely sad cries, which was dim for a moment. At this time, the girl's white robe was covered with mud, and a strong feeling of dizziness came again and again. However, she still tried her best to support the ground with her hands to prevent her body from falling down. Then Jiansheng looked up, her eyes fixed on the front of the water mist. Suddenly, her eyes were blurred, and her eyelids seemed to be too heavy to open. "No, no, no, no dizziness!" The low murmur sounds from Jiansheng's mouth, and then she bites her lips with her teeth. She uses the pain to maintain a little sanity and keeps herself from falling into a coma. She wants to see with her own eyes whether muronghe is still alive under the attack of such a magical sea. She will witness the end of this holy battle with her own eyes, no matter what the outcome! It is not only Jiansheng who wants to witness the end of this peak battle, but also the great repair workers on the flying crane and black dragon in the sky. The civil and military officials, Empress of the great Xia emperor and those countless friars who came here specially from all over the great Xia Dynasty wanted to witness the end of this battle. After the attack, these friars gathered at the foot of wanjian mountain one after another, but in front of them stood the upper Fourth Army in black, red and silver armour, and the Guangzhou garrison, fully armed, dressed in armor, rushed to thunder. Therefore, a large number of monks stopped and continued to move forward, directly stayed in the same place, looked up at the top of wanjian mountain, and their eyes were full of strong desire. In addition, they also explored. What will be the outcome of this battle of the supreme and who will win? At the top of wanjian mountain, the water mist and chaotic rules cover everything. However, Zhao Yu, who stands aloof above the void, knows that this is not over, because he can still feel a sharp edge, belonging to the edge of the sword. Under the impact of the destruction of the sea of supernatural powers, countless sword spirits were broken and dissipated, but there was still one still, which was firmly held by a bloody hand and pointed to the front unswervingly. In the next moment, Zhao Yu's eyebrows, which were flying in the dark gold imperial robe, jumped suddenly. The three flames of the road in the center of his eyebrows jumped at the same time. Then he raised his hand and pointed to the front without hesitation. Ancient taboo, supernatural power, void. The chaotic void in front of the young emperor was like a twisted tablecloth, which twisted rapidly in one direction. At the same time, it burst out an extremely huge suction force, absorbing all the surging water mist around. However, in the next moment, a vague sword tip was stabbed out of the void. Compared with Murong he's when he pulled it out, this sword is more fuzzy and dim. But somehow, it has a better edge, even with a strong feeling of sadness, despair and struggle. This is the death strike of the whole Shenzhou HaoTu Kendo! This one sword, tianwaifeixian is not over, and this is Murong he's last sword. Muronghe, who tore up the water mist and used this sword again, broke his clothes and sprayed blood all over his body. Even his eyes were full of bright red. However, his hand holding the sword was still very stable, and his steps towards Zhao Yu were also very stable. Countless blood splashed onto the sword in front of him, which gradually dyed the latter red, and finally became a vague Blood Sword.How fast is this sword flying immortal without the weight suppression of Kendo dragon? It's like a blink! A bright red line appeared in the void, which was completely difficult to catch by human eyes. It was straight to Zhao Yu's eyebrows. Then the young emperor's whole idea exploded and directly into the void in front of him, releasing an ancient taboo magical power. Wall of ice! As the void moves and the cold air rolls, a huge iceberg is forcibly moved in front of the body from the unknown space, standing just in front of a sword flying immortal. Then the blood line that cuts the whole void bursts into the iceberg. Crackling and cracking sound constantly sounded, but the speed of Murong and stabbing sword was also greatly reduced, and the whole body was directly exposed in front of people. "Muronghe has been defeated!" Lu Yao let out a high drink, and then Chu Zhengyang beside him was still dignified. He answered directly: "not necessarily, there is a change below!" Before Chu Zhengyang's voice fell, a strong and steady voice was heard directly from the top of wanjian mountain and resounded through the whole sky: "I, Murong and Zizhi know that they have cut off the inheritance of the sword art in my hands. They are sinful and dare not ask for forgiveness. They make a vow that they will be a sword maker for generations to suffer from suffering for hundreds of millions of years, and to recast and recover the soul of every sword that has been damaged." At the end of this vow, the blood sword in the iceberg is shining freely, and the unimaginable sword edge is also scattered on Murong and his body. Both of them directly tear the ice mountain and disappear in an instant. Completely disappeared! One tenth of a second later, the void in front of Zhao Yu directly cracked, and a man stepped out of it and stabbed out a sword. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
