The trembling body took a small step forward with trembling, and the figure in the center of the storm staggered.
The storm of sword vortices trembled like accumulated rain, like building blocks piled high, which were suddenly impacted. A tremor may cause them to collapse at any time. Jing Hao, who was standing nearby, could see it most clearly. Countless sword lights were like this.
It flows down layer by layer like an avalanche, carrying a scalp-numbing sword roar.
What on earth does this guy... want to do?
Jing Hao's heart felt like a storm was rising.
Boom boom boom.
The sword vortex storm was swaying, as if drunk, slowly moving in one direction.
Jing Hao was dumbfounded, this thing can move...
Is this, this, this... really the sword vortex soul-quenching method?
He was stunned. He knew the sword vortex soul-quenching method very well. As a swordsman, he had a good understanding of various swordsmanship schools. How could he not know that the sword-vortex soul-quenching method was known as the most cruel soul-quenching method? He not only
He knew it and had studied it for a period of time. He was determined to create his own martial arts. He was full of interest in any ultimate technique in swordsmanship.
I have never heard of the sword vortex soul tempering method. It can be moved... This thing has always been used to temper martial souls... It is not used to run around after drinking wine...
After about a few minutes, Jing Hao recovered from the shock. Well, as long as anything related to Tang Tian has not changed beyond recognition, has not become strange and abnormal, then it will be truly strange.
!
The value of this guy's existence is probably to make this world abnormal.
But... don't let anything happen!
A trace of solemnity flashed in Jing Hao's eyes, he held the sword in his hand, his figure was like the wind, and he followed the moving sword vortex storm.
The three saints on the hillside were dumbfounded.
"Is it coming towards us?" Dou Yong said blankly.
"It seems so." He Yuming's expression was dull.
Bai Sisi looked at the billowing storm of sword vortices with dumbfounded eyes, and after a while she uttered: "What kind of monster is this guy?"
This sentence touched the hearts of the other two people.
The size of the sword vortex storm was astonishing, and it roared and roared with extremely terrifying momentum. Even if the three of them had already stepped into the holy level, they still felt their hearts palpitating in front of such a terrifying power.
This is the real power of heaven and earth...
"What should we do?" Dou Yong asked simply: "This monster must be coming for us!"
"Run!" He Yuming said simply.
"Run!" Bai Sisi said simply.
Dou Yong looked at the two of them: "It's a bit embarrassing for us to be like this. After all, the three of us are also saints!"
"How about you try it first?" He Yuming's eyes were full of encouragement.
Bai Sisi's beautiful eyes also looked at Dou Yong.
"Run!" Dou Yong simply turned around and ran away.
The three of them ran wildly, at a very fast speed. However, the speed of the sword vortex storm behind them also accelerated as if they were drunk. The rumbling sound behind them not only did not go away, but instead got closer and closer.
The pressure on the three of them increased sharply.
"Sisi, use the piano!" He Yuming shouted.
Bai Sisi suddenly woke up and quickly took out her white jade piano, without caring about the image, holding it in her arms with one hand and sliding the five fingers of her right hand over the strings.
Zhengzhengzheng!
The sound of the piano seems to have soothing power, and the whole world seems to calm down. This is [Ansi Song]! This is Bai Sisi's famous song. It is a song she composed by integrating Sanskrit singing and calming the soul. It is the most calming song.
.
Even the violent ninth-level star soul beast fell asleep peacefully after just one song.
Damn it... Sword Vortex Storm is catching up faster!
Bai Sisi gritted her teeth, and the sound of the piano changed. The "An Siqu" that had just calmed the mind instantly became beautiful and seductive, making people's blood boil. The "Tiannuqiao" created with reference to the "Celestial Demon's Chant" was the most confusing.
The human heart is full of illusions.
Even if it is a golden warrior, under this song, his blood will be boiling and his mind will be distracted, or his body will explode and die!
Damn it... the sword vortex storm is accelerating again!
The three of them could already feel the storm vortex composed of countless sword lights behind them, frantically cutting the air, creating ripples. That power was the holy order, and they also felt a chill on their backs.
"Run away!" He Yuming shouted angrily.
The three of them suddenly separated and flew in three directions.
The three of them clearly felt that the sword vortex storm behind them paused. Haha, let’s see what you do now! The three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Then the sword vortex storm only paused for a second, and then they chased after He Yuming in the middle without hesitation.
go!
He Yuming's face suddenly turned pale and his scalp was numb. At that moment, he could no longer care about his chic and elegant image. He mobilized all his strength, spread his legs and ran with all his strength.
Seeing He Yuming lead away the sword whirlpool storm and disappear on the horizon, Dou Yong and Bai Sisi, who had flown far away and returned the same way, looked happy on their faces.
"Will Lao He die?" Bai Sisi was a little worried.
"I will burn incense for him!" Dou Yong vowed.
Bai Sisi looked like she was about to speak but stopped.
"You want to save him?" Dou Yong asked upon seeing this.
Bai Sisi shook her head: "No, I was thinking of giving him incense somewhere."
The two of them were speechless.
The wind blew, and both of them felt a chill.
Dou Yong looked at the desolate wilderness and suddenly said: "I have a bad premonition."
Bai Sisi remained silent.
"Your Majesty's decision this time may be wrong." Dou Yong said to himself: "I have never seen such a weird guy. I wonder if Tang Tian would have become like a lion if he had not died this time.
Guys like Wang Leon."
"It's possible." Bai Sisi said, "If Tang Tian didn't die under such a strong sword vortex storm, his martial soul would have been tempered to an extremely terrifying level. It's only a matter of time before he reaches the holy level.
It will happen very quickly. And once he reaches the holy level, his martial soul, which is far more powerful than others, will make him even more terrifying."
Dou Yong glanced at Bai Sisi and was a little surprised. Bai Sisi had a cold personality. This was the first time Dou Yong heard her say so many words in one breath.
But Bai Sisi's words made him silent for a moment.
After a moment, he raised his head and looked directly at Bai Sisi: "What should we do?"
The two were silent again.
If Tang Tian hadn't died, Cetus would have definitely lost. Although they are saints, it doesn't mean they don't need to consider the future. The king's style of winning and forgiving each other's previous actions only exists in books.
What more heroes like to do is settle accounts after the fall. Back then, there were three saints who caused considerable casualties to Leon's troops. After the defeat, the three saints wanted to escape, but they were surrounded and killed by Leon's troops directly.
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There are very few saints who live alone, and most saints have families behind them. Even if there is no family, there are disciples who inherit the mantle.
The wind seems to be getting cooler and cooler.
Three Souls City.
The battle in the corner alarmed everyone, and everyone was shocked by Wen Jiang's strength. Twenty high-level warriors surrounded and killed Wen Jiang, and Wen Jiang still seemed to be able to do it with ease.
Those seemingly ordinary martial arts skills were surprisingly powerful in Wen Jiang's hands.
Twenty people were unable to do anything against Wen Jiang. Many machine warriors who were training were ready to support him, but soon everyone received orders from above not to take action!
This order made them feel strange, but they still watched it calmly.
Tang Chou was in an excellent position and could see every detail of the battlefield. His eyes lit up with a strange light, he was concentrating on it, and the pen in his hand was writing at an astonishing speed.
The Holy Orders were constantly being deconstructed and analyzed in his eyes. Every confrontation and every detail on the battlefield was dismembered into pieces of data in his mind.
Those fancy and shocking attacks were like clothes being stripped off layer by layer, turning them into their most primitive state in his eyes.
The white paper in front of him was filled with various patterns, and every corner was filled with words.
With his strange eyes, he wrote crazily, and the sheets of paper full of graphics and text were constantly completed by Tang Chou's pen.
The magic flute appeared silently behind Tang Chou without disturbing him.
Tang Chou suddenly stopped, dropped the pen in his hand, and asked without looking back, "Why are you here?"
"Is it over?" asked the Magic Flute.
"Well, it's over." Tang Chou stretched, and his strange eyes returned to coldness: "The data obtained this time is very sufficient, I want to study it carefully."
"Do you have a grudge against the Holy Order?" Magic Flute chuckled, his smile was always so refreshing.
"I am a soul general who is destined to become a famous general, and the holy rank is what I want to restrain." Tang Chou then reminded: "You have to be more careful. If we make the Guangming Martial Arts Association so embarrassed, they will definitely find ways to deal with us. Such a good person
They shouldn’t miss this opportunity.”
As soon as Tang Chou finished speaking, fierce fighting sounds were heard from another direction of the base.
"Ah Chou is really good at predicting things." Magic Flute exclaimed with admiration.
"Although I don't want to trouble you, we need time this time." Tang Chou said coldly: "You'd better do a good job and shock Xiao Xiao."
The magic flute gently advised: "Your murderous intention is too strong."
"One general has made thousands of bones. If I want to become a famous general, how can I not kill people?" Tang Chou said without raising his head. He was collecting a table full of manuscripts: "I not only want to kill people, but also kill many people.
"
The Magic Flute smiled helplessly and drifted away.
Tang Chou was promoted this time, and his character was more paranoid and resolute, more powerful than before. And Tang Chou was right, everyone had different paths.
He jumped up to the highest tower of the base and had a panoramic view of the entire base. He rubbed the shiny copper flute in his hand, his gentle eyes deep and tranquil.
Unexpectedly, so many years after his death, he would have the opportunity to become even more powerful.
Fate is really unpredictable.
The wind blew on his face, blowing his long hair and clothes.
The young master is like a painting, standing against the wind, his white clothes are like flying.
Those vague memories came to mind, and the emotions and sighs gurgled out from under the accumulated years.
Or it's like that time, or it's like that time, singing to your heart's content, a fleeting song.
Suddenly today, suddenly today, independent in the wind, play the Sevenfold Killing again.
With a hiss, the young master lowered his face, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes. The bronze flute was placed across his lips.
