Sovereign to Immortality

Hey, hey, hey!

Yan Dazhi's flying sword is just a top-grade weapon. The pair of gloves, which are not as good as the endless money, can still struggle fiercely after being squeezed by the money, accompanied by the flying sword and the golden silk glove. The violent friction caused a "beep" sound, and a smoky smog rose.

The endless face of the money changed slightly, and suddenly the flying sword held in the hand was pulled out. The flying sword made an arc directly outside the three feet, and then returned to the control of Yan Dazhi.

However, at this time, everyone saw that the part of the sword that Feijian had been pinched by the golden silk gloves was a lot rougher, and the sword was obviously damaged.

The money is endless and easily gains the upper hand, and the other side’s flying sword is damaged. Suddenly, it is ridiculed: “The Tan dynasty’s name is the first major sect of the county. Even some people are still advocating that the first door of Yuzhou is afraid after the Tianzong. It’s also going to fall on the Tanzhe faction, but looking at Yan Daoyou’s cultivation is the strength, but it’s making Qian’s feelings too expensive and too prestigious!”

This time, the two sides seem to have the advantage of endless money, and the disappointment of the monks on the Yuzhou side. At the same time, Yan Dazhi, who is barely regarded as the earliest of the three generations of monks, took a bit of contempt.

However, Yang Junshan knows that the true strength of Yan Dazhi is not only the surface that is revealed, but his real card is Fujian double repair!

Sure enough, just in the moment when Yang Junshan’s thoughts just fell, Yan Dazhi snorted, a group of true life condensed on the top of the head, and Russia turned into a blue-gold symbol, and countless blue-gold rays scattered from the symbol, each All of them were turned into a sword mang, and they melted into the flying sword that had been slightly damaged in the air.

The source is really sturdy and outward, although it is far less than the ability of the real people of Qingshu to manifest everything, but it can only be done by completely transforming the spiritual power of the body into suffocating, that is to say, the repair of Yan Dazhi at this time. It has reached the peak of the dilemma.

With the blessing of the life symbol, Yan Dazhi’s originally damaged flying sword suddenly gave a scorn, and a sly sword light burst out from the blade and slammed into the endless chest of money.

When the money is endless, when Yan Dazhi puts his life on the face, his face has changed. At this time, he can see the sword and shoot it. Where is the dare to pick up the gold wire gloves in his hand, hurriedly flicking his hands in a row, a little bit of Jinmang The blast came out and collided with the flying sword light.

Hey, hey, hehe...

If there is a real sound of gold and iron crosses coming from the air, Yan Dazhi's gold hand is always unable to stop the swordsman.

In a critical moment, the money is endless, and the gold that has been extended to the forearms of both hands continues to extend backwards until half of the hind legs of the hands are turned into golden arms, and then the hands are held by the hands, and two hands of the hands are formed in the air. The swordsmanship that was shot by the air was caught, and among the sounds of "吱吱嘎嘎", countless stars and light rays fell from it.

Then the money endlessly blocked the sword, but in the future, he could breathe a sigh of relief. He had already heard the people around him screaming, and the money was endless and the sound was not good, but the killing was firmly locked in the back of his head. .

This killing is so close to the point that the endless money is standing there and dare not move. The giants and swordsmen in front of them are all scattered, but they can’t see Yan Dazhi’s hand and look at him. There is a hint of ridicule in the eyes.

Looking back slightly, but seeing the flying sword that was hit by his golden hand at the moment is hovering in the back of his head. Once he dares to change, the flying sword can instantly be in him. The head is pierced with a pair of piercings.

"Qian Daoyou, Cheng Cheng!" Yan Dazhi smiled slightly.

The money was endlessly cold, and there was a flash of color on his face. He walked away to the pergola where he was.

When the money was endless and had not returned to the pergola, one person couldn’t help but stand up. Yang Junshan looked at his face and suddenly condensed, but he saw that the person who got up was not someone else. It was the former Liang Qifeng who had formed a beam. Before, there was a sword disciple of the Fengxue Jianzong who had played against outside the magnetic mountain.

The moment when the man got up, he also stared at Yang Junshan. He did not converge on the naked killing in his eyes, but Yang Junshan would put this person in his heart. When the two were together in the great realm, this If a person does not escape quickly, he will almost fall into the hands of Yang Junshan. This time both of them are advanced to the real world. This person does not provoke him. Once he is forced to shoot, Yang Junshan also has the confidence to defeat this person again.

Knowing that Song Wei and the tears of the festival between the two had seen Yang Junshan for the first time, they saw that Yang Junshan looked dull and could not see anything from his expression.

At that time, the disciple of Fengxue Jianzong was already standing in the school yard, and he shook his hand toward the real person of Qingshu. He said: "The younger generation of Xuexue, the disciple of the sword, Su Chengzong, the name of the long-lived Song Weizhen, is expensive. The first generation of disciples to send people to the real world, today, special advice to Song Zhenren."

Yang Junshan’s look was wrong, and he did not expect to win the tears. The Chen Ji, who stood on the high platform, flashed a worrying color on his face. Everyone looked at Song Wei, but he saw that Song Wei was also slightly stunned. Then, even if he stood up, he said: "Su Daoyou is the first true biography of Liangzhou, and Song is weak in strength. Please also ask Su Daoyou to show his mercy!"

Then Su Chengzong said, "Hey," said: "Reliably, you will be merciful in the next."

The arrogance of this saying, the children of Tian Tianzong who watched the battle in the distance, denounced Song Wei, but it was a good time to bring a bit of anger. After the end, he said coldly: "If this is the case, please ask Su Daoyou!"

That Su Chengzong sneered, not much to say, the finger pointed at a finger, a sword and mans from the cuffs silently flew out, straight to Song Wei chest.

Such a means of direct entry into the palace is obviously an absolute confidence in one's own strength. Similarly, it is also a contempt for Song Wei's own strength.

Song Wei has been repeatedly despised, and it is inevitable that there will be anger in his heart. He sees that the other party is actually such a strong attack, and his heart is equally good. The same is in the hands of the craftsmanship, and he is fully slamming toward the flying sword.

Chen Ji’s real person stepped forward step by step, but suddenly felt a sharp eye on his body. When he followed the eyes of the coming man, he saw a temperament calm and the monk dressed in the same costume. He smiled and nodded.

In the heart of the monk, Chen Jizhen was shocked by the fact that the Jianxue Jianzong was the first door of Liangzhou, and among the three generations of disciples, there have been some people in the throne.

Chen Jizhen is just a disciple of the heart of the disciples, and there is no intention to intervene in the fight. The monk of the Jianxue Jianzong obviously understands this point, and soon he will take his eyes back, and at this time under the attack of Su Chengzong. Song Wei has already lost ground and fell completely into the wind.

Although Song Wei was the first in the real world of Zhang Yuming and Ning Bin, he could actually talk about strength. He was almost the worst among the three.

In the face of Su Chengzong’s repeated provocations, if he can hold his breath and fight with it, he may still make the scene look good. Unfortunately, after the other party’s radicals, the two sides’ hard-bridge hard horses confront each other. For Song Wei, who is not good at strength, it is a short-term attack with him. The situation of fighting is quickly becoming a one-sided situation.

Su Chengzong has taken the upper hand and shot more and more fiercely. Song Wei has already taken care of this and lost his life. The danger is like a ring, and the disciples of the Tianzong of the battle have been exclaimed from time to time, sweating for him.

At this time, when Yang Junshan swept away, Chen Ji, who he saw, calmed down.

Yang Junshan is a bit puzzled. Is it difficult for Song Wei to have a turnaround in this situation?

At this time, Su Chengzong, who had already reached the top of the excitement in the field, shouted: "Go on!"

Numerous swordsmen who walked away in the school yard, with his loud voice, condensed into a huge lightsaber in the air, from top to bottom toward Song Wei.

This Su Chengzong obviously did not stay behind, and his face was still with a cruel excitement. If this attack was implemented, Song Wei would have to be at least hit hard.

However, Su Chengzong was about to succeed. A large umbrella suddenly appeared on the top of Song Wei. Countless swords and lights fell, but advanced breaks and flies. Song Wei’s hand holding Jiugong umbrella blocked Su Chengzong’s thunder. The huge power still penetrated into the body through the middle of the hand, and the sputum spurted a blood.

Su Chengzong Jianguang converges, staring at the umbrella in the hands of Song Wei, with a vague saying: "Chinese goods guard the spirit!"

"Cough," Song Wei paled, said: "Su Daoyou is a high-powered, Song is not an opponent!"

Song Wei had already conceded defeat. Su Chengzong had to return with a cold cry. Two schoolchildren who quickly came to the school to help Song Wei, but were refused by Song Wei and insisted that they go.

This Su Chengzong is not trying to learn from each other, but to kill!

Zhang Yuming looked cold and suddenly stood up, but he heard Zhu Biaozhen, who was beside him, shouted: "What are you doing, want wheel battles, sit down!"

Zhang Yuming's look became more and more cold, and coldly looked at Su Chengzong, who was in the distance, and sat back on the high platform without saying a word.

At this time, from the pergola where the foreign monk was located, he once again walked out of a monk who was the first disciple of the Sangzhou Qianhu sect, Zeng Qichang, who was the first to provoke at the banquet.

Zeng Qichang arched his hand toward the Qingshi real people on the stage and smiled and said: "In the next thousand lakes, Zeng Qichang, I want to come to you, everyone has already recognized it. The sangzhou where Qianhuzong is located is in the south of Yuzhou, and Yuzhou, Yao and Yao. The two counties are adjacent to each other. The biggest Zongmen in the two counties of Yao and Yao are the Sirius Gate and the Kailing School. Therefore, they are invited to the real people of these two schools."

The ice wolf stood up and said, "Why, are you so big, want to challenge yourself and Fangdaoyou?"

Zeng Qichang smiled a little and said: "If the ice wolf friend feels that his strength is not good, he can join hands with Fang Daoyou!"

"Hurricane," the ice wolf angered: "And let this real person will be you for a while, see how much you are two!"