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The sneak attack of Grade 10 was blocked, and the little Grade 10 immediately screamed and rushed towards Zhen Lingmeng!
The sky was full of murderous aura, and the mist was dazzling. The figure of the tenth grade was like a very thin black shadow, looming in the mist. The small crescent moon suddenly looked like thousands of lightnings, raining down on Zhen from all directions at an astonishing speed.
Ling Meng put on his hood and went away.
The sword's intention penetrates the sky!
Murderous aura floating around!
In the sword light like black lightning, the sword intent spread out, and an invisible force wrapped around Zhen Lingmeng, like thousands of spider threads.
Zhen Lingmeng was startled by the sneak attack. If she hadn't been protected by her master's treasures, the blow just now would have been enough for her. A crack appeared on the edge of the Bagua breast mirror given by her master.
Zhen Lingmeng was shocked and angry. She was cared for by her elders and senior brothers in her sect. Whoever saw her was more tolerant than others. How could she have suffered such a big loss! This magic weapon given by her master has been with her for many years.
She cherishes it very much, but it was damaged today!
She was extremely powerful, so in anger, she did not hesitate to use her killing move.
I saw a cold sword light, suddenly cutting through the fog, like lightning, hitting the sword net woven by the tenth-grade crescent blade!
Ding!
The clear voice resounded throughout the audience.
A fierce and unparalleled power came from the flying sword. Zhen Lingmeng's blood surged in his chest, and he involuntarily took two steps back.
The small body of the tenth grade was directly knocked into the sky.
What a fierce sword intent!
Zhen Lingmeng felt awe in her heart. This was the first time she encountered such a ferocious and decisive sword intent. Moreover, the other party's attainments in sword intent were extremely profound, and he was not inferior to her in any way.
Could it be Wei Sheng?
Zhen Lingmeng's thoughts flashed across her mind. Mo Yunhai only knew one person who had such attainments in swordsmanship, and that was Wei Sheng!
It was rumored that Wei Sheng was holding a bloody sword, and the sword was cruel and murderous, which made her feel that her guess was good.
However, her mood quickly calmed down. Although the opponent did not use all his strength with the sword just now, she also did not use all his strength. Although she was surprised by the fierceness of the opponent's sword, she would not be surprised if it was Wei Sheng.
As Mo Yunhai's number one thug, Wei Sheng is no longer the unknown young man he was back then. Instead, he is a top-ranking man from a side sect who secretly points his sword at the Sword Cultivation Holy Land.
Even the proud men like Kunlun, who have eyes above their heads, put down their arrogance without exception when facing Wei Sheng.
Zhen Lingmeng quickly calmed down and swung the flying sword in her hand. Before she blinked, twelve sword intents laid down twelve sword light barriers in front of her!
Knowing that the enemy opposite might be Wei Sheng, she rationally took a defensive stance.
Wei Sheng’s great reputation is evident!
Twelve cold sword rays crisscrossed each other, and the sword intent permeating them formed a solid whole. Anything that came close would be crushed to pieces by the countless sword rays, even the mist was no exception.
The fog covering a ten-foot radius disappeared.
Guiwutong snorted coldly, feeling unhappy, but he did not take the initiative to take action. Although he had not been in the world for too long, he was a kind and considerate person back then. He knew that now he was just a newcomer, fighting against other brothers.
A good relationship is the right path.
The cold and arrogant character of Rank 10 would be unsightly if he intervened.
Sure enough, an angry roar came from the sky, and the ferocious murderous intention rolled back into the sky like thunder, making people feel heart-stopping and shaken.
Being thrown into the sky was undoubtedly a huge loss of face for the proud Tenth Grader.
He just felt like a blazing flame in his chest. The black trench coat moved automatically without wind, making a hunting sound and drumming endlessly. He raised his hands above his head, and the crescent knife flew to the sky above his raised palm as if being attracted.
A touch of dark red blood suddenly appeared on the crescent knife.
Like the waning moon drinking blood!
The tenth-grade hair stood straight on end, and the proud and cold little face was extremely solemn.
From the moment he was born, his biggest wish was to become the most powerful spiritual beast and live up to the title of tenth grade!
However, after seeing Wei Sheng's power, Zuo Mo's domineering power, A Gui's weirdness, Silly Bird's ferocity, Zong Ru's unpredictability, and Luo Li's virtual reality, this guy has become more and more discerning.
Small body, born with great ambition!
He is the tenth grade!
How can you be mediocre when you are so proud?
The mist below dispersed Zhen Lingmeng's sword intent, and his field of vision broadened. The layers of sword light shone with beautiful brilliance.
Rank 10 cast a disdainful look.
The fighting spirit in his body is like boiling, jittering endlessly, and his natural warlike temperament makes the tenth grade extremely sharp at this time.
bring it on!
Welcome to the decisive battle of the tenth grade!
The eyes of the tenth grade suddenly burned like flames, and the strength in his whole body swelled. His face was still proud, with disdain from the bottom of his heart, and his arms suddenly pressed down!
The dark red crescent moon suddenly shot down.
Behind the crescent moon, the bloody afterimage is like a veil, and countless ferocious shadows are flickering. They are constantly changing, moving around, and they are born and destroyed!
The fierce and ferocious aura, accompanied by the ear-piercing scream, is like the howling of thousands of ghosts, which is very disturbing.
The blood color of the crescent moon becomes more and more intense, and the blood shadow becomes redder.
Hundreds of sacrificial sacrifices and sword killing!
There was no hint of madness on the little face of the 10th grader, he seemed as cold and proud as usual.
He had no idea that even his expression was subconsciously imitating his idol, Mr. Wei Sheng.
This sword art that Wei Sheng personally selected is very suitable for him. He is warlike by nature, and this sword art is very suitable for decisive killing. Moreover, he is a big fan of Master Wei, so what Master Wei said must be right.
. At the beginning, he did find that practicing this sword technique was extremely enjoyable.
However, he soon found a new goal.
In his eyes, Master Wei is the most powerful swordsman in the world.
Every time the tenth grade came close to the God-killing Blood Sword, his whole body could not help but feel blood boiling, and he had murderous thoughts in his heart. However, Master Wei acted as if nothing had happened. Such a ferocious God-killing Blood Sword, in the hands of Master Wei, was so terrifying
Extremely well-behaved.
Master Wei's heart is harder than the hardest steel!
He admired Master Wei immensely.
Correspondingly, the requirements for himself have become higher. Even the God-killing Blood Sword can't shake Master Wei's state of mind. How can a mere hundred sacrifices to kill the sword shake his own state of mind?
He began to learn from Master Wei and tried hard to keep his state of mind from being affected by the sword's will.
As a result, today's scene appeared. The Crescent Sword sword penetrated the sky, and the fierce sword intent was like a ferocious beast coming out of its cage. However, the tenth-grade face was as cold and proud as ever.
However, the power of the sword reached an unprecedented level... He was almost plotted, and Tan Xu felt frightened and angry. He has always had a practice habit that was unknown to everyone. At any time, he would keep a part of his mind to prepare for what might happen at any time.
battle. Because when he went out on a mission for the first time, he almost died due to his carelessness.
Since then, he has always adhered to this practice habit.
Today, this habit saved his life again.
A small hole suddenly appeared in the divine armor on his body, and the protective divine power around him had been completely defeated by that time. If the divine armor hadn't blocked it, there would have been a bloody hole in his body.
Tan Xu, who survived the disaster, immediately ran away. Especially when he saw that the one who attacked him was a spiritual beast, he became furious: "What a bold beast!"
The red flying sword in his hand suddenly flew towards the silly bird like a stream of fire.
Upon hearing the word "animal", a few bird feathers on the stupid bird's forehead suddenly exploded and stood upright. The originally arrogant and stern eyes immediately became bloodshot and became ferocious and violent.
When has a stupid bird been scolded like this?
Facing the flickering light of fire, another peck!
When it pecked, it was different from before. Countless sparks seemed to explode from the tip of its beak, and each spark was as big as sand. However, these sparks did not fly everywhere, but circled around the bird's beak and turned into thread-like fire.
Pattern.
A trace of imperceptible pride flashed in Tan Xu's eyes.
The fire he unleashed seemed ordinary, but it contained hidden murderous intent. It was not fire, but the pure sword intent transformed into it, just like fire.
His trick was extremely deceptive, and many people suffered big losses from it.
When he saw the stupid bird peck at the "fire light" of his sword, Tan Xu couldn't help but reveal a bit of pride in his eyes that his plan had succeeded.
Sure enough, as usual, when the two sides came into contact, his wisp of fire suddenly erupted!
Buzz!
Countless sword intentions exploded and swallowed up the stupid bird.
This seemingly ordinary "fire" actually contains 3,600 extremely fine sword rays. These sword rays are shaped like flames under the organization of the sword's will.
Three thousand six hundred sword lights burst out at the same time, what a spectacular scene!
The blazing light was so dazzling that people could not open their eyes, and the surrounding fog that was dozens of feet was swept away. The dense and tooth-piercing impact came from the blazing light group, making people's scalp numb.
The look of pride on Tan Xu's face was unmistakable, and he hummed with great pride: "A flat-haired beast dares to attack me, it's so impatient! I want you to try, what is plucking hair?"
The phoenix is not as good as the chicken!"
There are countless changes in these 3,600 sword rays. Once you are trapped in them, you will never get out.
A sure-fire move!
【Sword Flame】!
Even when Kunlun was competing with other seniors, every time he used this killing move, the seniors all avoided his edge, and no one ever took this move forcefully.
Under the rays of three thousand six hundred swords, who has the confidence to escape unscathed?
Even other Kunlun disciples are as afraid of the killing moves of tigers and scorpions. If you can deal with a mere flat-haired beast, isn't it easy to catch it?
Tan Xu looked around cautiously. At this time, he must not be attacked by others.
He had no idea that in the mist, the black gold talisman soldier and the sun were looking at him with sympathy and pity.
"He is dead." The black gold talisman soldier shook his head and sighed.
Guang shook his head, his warm and sunny face full of compassion: "It's not easy to die if you offend Sister Bird."
Sister Bird was very angry and the consequences were dire.
The sword light dissipated.
It shows a proud and domineering bird shadow.
The feathers on its body were slightly messy, and its narrowed eyes were not as angry as Goya's, but one could easily feel that its anger had reached its extreme.
Like the brief, suffocating calm before the storm.q!.
