Huang Qing believes that it is not difficult to break a thunderstorm with Xu Fengnian's strength, but he definitely does not believe that Xu Fengnian can be punished on behalf of others, this is like the court, the Empress Beimang wants to die alone under the anger, let you be Tuoba Bodhisattva's martial arts and military achievements, and you can't stop the emperor's decision, this has nothing to do with the level of cultivation, the heavenly cycle has its own rules, but the vision can't help Huang Qing doesn't believe it, this is really out of the imagination limit of Beimang's sword qi.
After the bronze ancestor sacrificed the solemn hundreds of zhang Heavenly King Law, the law was majestic, overlooking all living beings, the head was level with the black clouds, and the body walked near Huang Qing, and the knife on the chest penetrated the body, but there was no blood flowing, this deeply hidden immortal calmly explained: "This son expected that Xu Longxiang would definitely have a breakthrough day, and he had already foreshadowed it, but I don't know what kind of secret technique to transfer Xu Longxiang's qi to himself, this kind of technique is retrograde, and it will only provoke more heavenly punishments." ” Huang Qing Lingxi moved, and sighed: "Most of the time it is the red armor that has seen the light of day, otherwise, with the physique of Xu Longxiang born with King Kong, if you add an extra rune armor to increase combat power, it is no different from painting a snake, originally I thought it was the Taoist ancestral court Longhu Mountain's disgusting supernatural powers, used to suppress Xu Longxiang's realm improvement, and now it seems that Xu Fengnian's scheming is still underestimated, Huang Qing accidentally heard that Wudang Mountain Lu Zu has a cup to pour the sea, not surprisingly, the rune armor is a cup, in order to carry Xu Longxiang's qi. ” The bronze master who had skyrocketed thought for a moment and nodded, "Don't leave ten." ” This master didn't calculate that the young man was a left-handed knife as soon as he made a move, and directly knocked himself into this battlefield, this knife was not muddy, and it was mixed with a Xuantong similar to a certain nameless Taoist who suppressed the demon Liu Songtao a hundred years ago, even if it was a bronze ancestor, he could only retreat again and again, powerless to resist, if it wasn't for Xu Fengnianzhi not to kill people and chose to take the initiative to draw the knife, then he might not even be able to invite the Heavenly King to come out, and he fell.
In the sight of the bronze ancestor, that Xu Longxiang finally entered the realm of celestial phenomena in anger, and the evil aura lingered all over his body, and at the moment Huang Qing was probably not an opponent at all, and his own law might not be able to subdue.
The bronze master said indifferently: "Huang Qing, you step aside."
The catastrophe is coming, and there is no need to be dragged and burned here. ” Huang Qing said bitterly: "Master, Huang Qing's retreat is ashamed of the sword in his opponent, and he has no hope of reaching the peak of the sword path for the rest of his life." ” How did he not know whether the mad demon Xu Longxiang could carry the Heavenly Tribulation at this time, but it was more than enough to free his hands so that Huang Qing could not eat and walked around.
Huang Qing looked down at the famous sword and set the storm, exhaled a breath of turbidity, a resolute smile appeared on his face, looked up at the front, clenched the long sword and took a step forward, "Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, maybe today is the opportunity for Huang Qing to step into the realm of sword immortals." ” The Bronze Master Ancestor said softly: "My intuition tells me that things will be twists and turns today.
If you don't retreat, keep an eye on the two brothers for me, I will add some boiling water to the furnace above my head, and completely cut off Xu Longxiang's life. ” As Huang Qing slowly raised his hand from the bronze ancestor beside him, the Heavenly King Dharma Xiang who stood up to the sky also raised his arms, and his palms suddenly closed together, exploding round after round of golden ripples, and the aftermath was lingering.
It seems that something has been born in the palm of the hand.
Huang Qing erected his sword in front of him and began to gather momentum.
There was another scene in the distance, Xu Fengnian pressed the arm on the top of Xu Longxiang's head, the red silk flickered, like thousands of slender red snakes spitting out letters in unison, frantically absorbing the seven or eight black Jiao arrogance of Xu Longxiang.
Those red silk used to be the bottom of the box of the human cat Han Mink Temple to refer to the mystic killing of celestial phenomena.
Now it is used by Xu Fengnian to "steal" his younger brother's celestial realm.
The thunder of the sky is like a boulder rolling away in the clouds like black silk, and the sound is even stronger.
The thunder roared, the purple lightning intertwined, and there seemed to be countless Heavenly Court immortals in the sky shouting angrily.
The puppet was furious, and blood splattered five steps.
The wrath of the Son of Heaven ambushes millions of corpses.
At this moment, the immortals above the nine heavens are angry, what should they do?
Xu Fengnian withdrew his hand, gently pushed Xu Longxiang, who couldn't move, and pushed his younger brother Huang Man'er out several miles away.
Xu Fengnian looked at the sky, and the purple thunder wandered through the clouds, like a tailed dragon crossing the sea.
Xu Fengnian held the Beiliang knife in his hand, looked up at the sky, smiled for no reason, and said to himself: "Xu Xiao, you said that scene, it doesn't look like a dragon robe python suit" Huang Qing was in awe of one person for the first time, and it was rumored that Wang Xianzhi once had the mind of an enemy in the world, and his grandmaster temperament was far from the other nine.
And at this moment, Xu Fengnian, facing the catastrophe alone, also has the spirit of looming as an enemy.
Huang Qing closed his eyes, and since he held the sword and practiced the sword, his memory picture was like a horse's view.
This sword qi was close to the "rules" after the sword returned in vain, and his mood was damaged, which was almost equivalent to falling short for the mountain nine people, but after witnessing Xu Fengnian standing by the sword, the stone of his mountain could attack the jade, and he took the opportunity to touch the threshold of the 6 earth immortals, and the crumbling realm was actually a blessing in disguise and steadily climbed.
Huang Qing opened his eyes with a solemn expression, "Just wait for me Huang Qing to watch the thunder fall into a new sword, and later I will use the newly realized sword immortal sword to honor you King Beiliang." ” Lightning thundered, and the sky seemed to explode a hole.
The second purple thunder crashed down It didn't fall straight down and smash on Xu Fengnian's head, but landed dozens of battles in front of the young King of Beiliang, and then turned and shot at the scene.
Its momentum is like the charge of 10,000 iron horsemen.
Xu Fengnian squatted slightly on his knees, put the fingers of his right hand together, and pointed the tip of the knife in his left hand directly at the purple heavenly thunder.
Xu Fengnian said in a deep voice: "Broken River." ” The purple thunder hit him head-on like a monstrous flood, and Xu Fengnian broke it off with a knife.
The purple tide opened into two, rushing past Xu Fengnian on the left and right sides, and quickly dissipated between heaven and earth.
There seemed to be an immortal in the sky who angrily reprimanded the sky: "An ordinary man dares to rebel against the way of heaven" Then a third, thicker rolling thunder struck the world.
Xu Fengnian inserted the cool knife into the ground beside him, and made a move.
Step out with one foot and raise your hands to draw a semicircle.
Start shaking Kunlun A palm held up the purple thunder.
The sky, the clouds and the purple thunder stepped down together, and the ground stepped down even more, and Xu Fengnian stood at the bottom of the pit that was more than ten feet deep.
In Huang Qing's eyes, he saw that the purple thunder was brilliantly shattered, spreading out on the earth like a water tank bursting and flowing.
When Xu Fengnian lifted the Beiliang knife again, he walked out of the giant pit.
After the fourth magnificent and peerless purple thunder broke through the sea of clouds at the bottom, it suddenly sputtered into tens of millions of purple thunders that were no thicker than an arm, stabbing at Xu Fengnian in a disorderly manner.
Skynet is magnificent.
Enemies are made on all sides, and thunder is moving in all directions.
Compared with Huang Qing's round sword in the second half of the sword of "forming a circle with rules", it is not only better.
Many purple thunders quickly drilled into the ground, and then exploded quickly, and the siege of Xu Fengnian was approaching, which was really earth-shattering.
Xu Fengnian muttered silently.
Six thousand miles.
At the critical moment when Xu Fengnian was facing the enemy's fourth heavenly thunder, the Baizhang Dharma Body behind the Bronze Master Ancestor with his hands together suddenly pulled away.
A spiritual scroll emerges in the palms of both hands.
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There is a Buddha into the meditation sutra, and the stubborn stone nods.
There are real people sitting and talking, and the goddess scatters flowers.
There are scholars holding books in their hands, and they are facing Jieshi in the east.
There are sword immortals who control the air and play the sword and sing.
There is a god who will ride a horse and hold a spear, and the golden armor is shining.
Although Huang Qing knew that the bronze ancestor was an immortal, he didn't know that this ancestor was actually the immortal who used to guard the gate for the Heavenly Dao The people in that picture scroll are clearly those who preached and ascended hundreds of years ago At this moment, the black tiger, which had been anxiously turning in circles far away from the battlefield, suddenly squatted down softly.
There was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a clear appearance standing beside the black tiger with his hands in his hands, looking at the Heavenly King of the Bronze Master from afar, as if he was smiling.
In the world for eight hundred years, no one is more immortal than him. “”: