One - a whole five hundred feet of space, whether they were as strong as the Xuanwu realm or as weak as an ant, were completely frozen!
It's not that time and space are frozen, but a huge pressure is put on everyone.
Zong Shou himself was not familiar with this ordinary royal secret martial art. Using swords instead of fists made it even more unfamiliar.
The sword power turned out to be completely violent. Not only the Xuanwu Sect and Huanyang Spirit Master who were trying to escape, but also their own people were oppressed by the power of Chen Xiong's sword.
Of the people present, only Hu Qianqiu and a handful of twenty martial arts masters who had reached the realm of seven meridians were still able to move. However, they all felt that their hands and feet were restrained, as if they were trapped in a quagmire, and their movements were blocked.
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As for Wuye Zhenren and Li Hu Jichang, who were in mid-air, their figures seemed to be stagnant in mid-air.
Although Zong Shou's sword was beyond his control, it still exerted a small amount of oppressive force on the two of them.
Even though they tried their best, they could not regain their previous lightning-fast escape speed.
And the vision in front of me is full of illusions, as if I am really suppressed by mountains and seas, and the pressure is doubled.
Master Wuye's eyes turned red for a moment, how could he die here? He is the direct descendant of the third generation of the Dao Ming Sect. In the future, those who are qualified to aspire to the eighth level of spiritual master will have a bright future! How can he die in this dry place?
The mountain city died in the hands of a brat.
He must return to the sect and ask for orders from the sect. If this sect guard cannot recruit followers, then he must find a way to kill him quickly!
In his life, he has never seen such an amazing and talented descendant! If he is allowed to grow up, it will definitely be a disaster for the future Dao Ming Sect. In just ten years, this sect will be even more powerful
Zong Weiran is the most powerful enemy the sect has ever seen!
The willow leaf flying sword behind him immediately exploded in all directions, weaving and weaving heavy sword shadows. It was like a tornado, cutting through the space around him.
The sword beams shot out in all directions and the strong wind danced, causing his figure to finally begin to speed up. Then, a look of joy appeared on Wu Ye's face, as he felt that he was about to escape and ascend to heaven.
Only Yizong Shou groaned again.
"A thousand years of supremacy will be achieved in a hundred battles!"
A dragon-like sword light suddenly shot up. It seemed that the entire thousand miles of mountains and rivers were integrated into Zong Shou's sword.
The mighty sword light was still angry for hundreds of feet. It was slashing towards the sky.
The face of Master Wuye was immediately distorted. He roared wildly and hastily mobilized all his soul power. The forty-eight swords merged into one in just an instant and rushed down. Colliding with the sword light,
But all I heard was a bang!
The forty-eight willow-leaf swords shattered in an instant and flew away one after another. Among them, the Fankou sword, which bore the brunt, disintegrated piece by piece and turned into metal fragments.
The sword energy still did not lose its edge, and it hit him straight. Then there was another muffled sound of 'canopy,' and the red mist exploded.
Wuye Zhenren's entire body, which had no resistance at all, was completely shattered by the sword energy.
The edge is not sharp, but it is as powerful as a mountain. Therefore, it is shattered, not chopped!
Blood rained down, bit by bit, on the altar.
Even Zong Shou had a few drops on his face. But he grinned and finally solved one of them, which was much easier.
He was already sweating profusely and was quite strenuous. Without hesitation, he still moved his gaze towards Li Hu Ji Chang. He walked on the empty ground, although his speed could not match those of the real heavenly martial sects.
But the speed of his flight was actually not as fast as Wu Ye who could fly with a weapon. Even after using the "Shanhe Ding" technique, he was still able to escape more than three hundred feet away, nearly a mile away.
As soon as his eyes flashed, the Jiulin Sword in Zong Shou's hand trembled again, creating waves of phantoms.
There are four remaining styles of those boxing techniques. This is the third punch! It is also the third sword.
"How about holding a cup and getting drunk!"
Once again, the shadow of the sword appeared, and the sword thrust out. It was as if there were thousands of imaginary swords, and the sword screen was thousands heavy.
Zong Shou's figure also seemed to be drunk, staggering on the altar and about to fall.
Li Huji often gritted his teeth, suddenly took out a talisman from his sleeve, and threw it behind him. In an instant, he formed a shield, gathering the energy of heaven and earth. It was silver-white in color and extremely solid. It opened dozens of feet wide to protect him. Li Hu Jichang's whole body.
On the altar below, Zong Ling immediately frowned, showing surprise.
"It's actually the Geng Ling Cloud Shield Talisman!"
He thought that it was no wonder that Ji Chang was spouting arrogant words before, saying that he could stop Hu Qianqiu and others for another two hundred breaths. It turned out that it was an eighth-level talisman written by a body shaping realm spiritual master!
Zong Shou didn't even look at it, his mind was only immersed in the sword style. The thousands of sword lights he thrust out were not just phantoms.
The person who created this set of boxing techniques is truly a peerless talent. He used this drunken figure to mobilize the energy and true energy to mobilize the power of heaven and earth and the power of the empire. The speed of the sword was several times faster than before!
He didn't care whether he could break the Gengjin Shield or whether he could kill Ji Chang. He only knew that he only had to do his best! Even if he couldn't break it, he wouldn't feel regretful.
The soul actually entered a state of great joy. This was the joy of seeing Liexin. Although this set of boxing techniques is only a residual form, its concept has been spread and popularized through countless martial arts secrets through various channels. In later generations, Zong Shou never saw similar martial arts.
One sword, two swords! Four swords! Seven swords! Nine swords!
After two breaths, the ninth sword thrust out, and the silver spiritual shield was finally completely shattered. Then another sword pierced through, like a giant rushing across the wilderness, as if it had been practiced in vain, and rushed forward again.
Naji Chang had already tried his best to get rid of Zong Shou's sword. However, when the Geng Ling Cloud Shield shattered and the tenth sword light followed, he was horrified.
Without any hesitation, he let out an angry roar and swung back his halberd, slashing all over his body! When the halberd's sword light hit the sky of a thousand-foot cloud, there was another "clang" and a sharp metallic sound. Countless clouds and even more crazy The strong energy is pushed outward.
Ji Chang also coughed up blood in his mouth, and almost half of his arms were paralyzed, and he could no longer lift up any strength.
And the next moment, the eleventh sword struck again. Ji Changxiu's inner energy was almost exhausted, but at this time, all his life potential was stimulated. He roared again, and his figure moved again, Flashing and erratic, flying into the distance, not understanding the changing trajectory.
It only lasted a moment, but Ji Chang's face was full of despair. He saw that the sword was also erratic, and returned to the previous thousand sword lights, covering it crazily.
For a moment, he was unable to avoid it, and his figure only slowed down for a moment before he felt a huge force suddenly crashing into his body.
"Canopy!"
There was another shaking sound, and flesh and blood were scattered in all directions. Following the gentle breeze, they drifted downwards.
The remaining Xuanwu Grandmasters and Huanyang Spiritual Masters were also wiped out by Hu Qianqiu and others within these ten mortal breaths. The entire Temple of Sacrifice to Heaven was once again restored to deathly silence!
Xue Mo Yan is dead! Mistye is real! Li Huji often die! In the heavens, the top strong men in the world can make the people who are east of the west of Yunlu in the east.
Between Subama, he has been watched!
In the original expectation, the most impossible to survive, but they stood on the stage safely. They all had no injuries at all.
At this moment, even the most imaginative person also gave birth to a sense of unrealism.
And the young man on that stage, the image in the eyes of everyone is completely subverted.
Although the shape is thin and still, the hegemony when the sword came out, but everyone can be trembling.
The face is beautiful and green, and there is no difference with ordinary teenagers. It can be conquered Zong Yuan's means. The Thunder means yesterday, and even the bloody killing, also impressed people and could not forget.
"This is the so -called pig to eat tigers, so cunning! This kind of talent is simply cheating. Xue Mo Yan and Mist leaves, it's a pity,"
Chai Yuan sighed in his heart, looking at the center of the heavenly altar at ten feet. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and only felt that at this moment Zong Shou's body, the light blooming was extremely dazzling.
I also secretly rejoiced that I was in the end, and I didn't want to go with the Snow, and stepped out of this quagmire.
Although there was no standing team, I finally didn't go wrong.
But first, he really hidden deep.
The talents of Shizi can be willing to be contemporated with their eyes, and I can't bear it.
To this day, it is a shocking!
Looking at the man who was seriously injured, Chai Yuan shifted his eyes out.
First of all, because it is necessary to maintain this Tianshan base, Zongyang is supported. Only because it is a dynasty, it is not much related to the former family of the family.
Under the heart is to admit that this world is the generation, the most talented person, the most qualified person, inheriting the position of the demon king.
But at this moment, it really is what the tiger Qianqiu said, it is an inconspicuous slag!
He is the unattainable cloud of heaven! And how dazzling this world, in fact, is just a dusty land.
Zong Shou accepted the sword, but felt that it was the true gas in the body. The spiritual energy in the soul sea was taken short.
Hundreds of swords, should be the most domineering sword. The sword is hundreds of, but the corresponding is the group battle. With his current cultivation, he can't play.
And this drunk sword "is also very powerful, the fastest speed of the sword, the most changeable unpredictable. The huge consumption is far beyond his limit.
After a long time, Zong Shou barely recovered. However, on his face, there was still a perverted red red.
There is something to understand, combined with the formula of the fourth type of boxing method. Suddenly, the person who created this set of boxing methods was understood at the time. At that time, the emotional mentality.
Looking at its mind, it is obviously expanded from the derivation of the non -Dingling emperor's boxing. Could it be that the owner is really Zong Weiqian? This fist is not a disabled, but it has never been completed at all?
After thinking for a moment, Zong Shou couldn't be sure. Then he shook his head and stopped carefully.
But looking back, I smiled at the old sacrifice Zong Ling: "The good sacrifice was interrupted. I wonder if I can forgive me with this world's head!"