Chapter 812 Wind Spirit Sword

The wind spirit sword is so dazzling, like the rising sun falling into the earth, people can’t look directly at the sword art of Yang Hao’s hands, the wind spirit sword rises into the sky like a beam of light, as fast as lightning.

“Wow!”

Just when the Feng Ling Sword was about to hit the top of the lock demon tower, suddenly there was a twist, the rising light broke through the air, and the rapidly changing sword formation, accompanied by countless sword formations, moved towards Chen Qing with an unparalleled momentum. The direction rushed forward, and no one knew what kind of moves Chen Qingzhen would face.

All the people present were surprised that so many swordsmanship can be practiced in the world.

The wind spirit sword was swung vividly. If Dugu Xiaomo could see a small wind spirit sword, he would be very happy to be able to exert such great power in the hands of his younger brother Yang Hao.

Chen Qing uttered a cold laugh, flew into the center of the sword pond standing on the hilt, and slowly raised something with his hands around the palms of his hands.

“Seven Seven Seven” “Rumble~”

The ground seemed to be squeezed by something, and gradually cracks appeared. The sword in the sword pond began to tremble violently, only Chen Qingzhen’s voice was roaring.

“stand up!’

Among the countless swords in the sword pond, several swords slowly detached and rose slowly. Yang Hao fixed his eyes,

“Yes.”

“Stop talking. Master said, if there is such a robbery, don’t take him out of the demon lock tower.”

The disciples of Shushan had to obey the big brother and place Chen Qingzhen in the demon pool.

The wind on the mountain gently brushed his cheeks, looking up at the sky.

The sky is blue, the wind is slow, the mountains are green, and the trees are turbulent.

From the gap between the sword pillars of the lock demon tower, go in, walk along the dark passage to the end, and then walk directly to the mountainside of Shushan

“Dugu, brother, let me go out quickly.”

Nan Jing in Yang Hao’s jade bottle shouted, impatient.

“it is good.”

Yang Hao took out the jade bottle, opened the lid, a ray of blue smoke floated out, and Nan Wujing stood in front of him in an instant.

“Huh, huh!”

There is no scene in the south, panting for fresh air.

“I’m dying.

When disciple Shu Shan saw 3.1 that a monster was released from the Yang Hao jade bottle, he immediately stood up and stood guard.

“Dugu, who is this?”

Zheng Yuan asked.

“Don’t be nervous. This is the little demon king of the evil Demon world. It won’t hurt you. The evil Demon world has already occupied their evil Demon world. Both he and we must deal with the evil Demon world.”

Yang Hao quickly explained.

“Nothing to explain! Hey, let me ask you, where is your master? I have something to do with him!”

Nan Wujing asked in a loud voice.



The followers of Zheng Yuan and Shu Shan did not respond

Nan Wujing is in a hurry.

“I ask you what, I will kill you if I don’t say it!”

Blame

“You’re talking about a great master. We really don’t know where it is. As far as I know, there is only one Shangxuan Master in Shushan called the Supreme Emperor. However, this Shangxuan Master passed away many years ago.

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