Everlasting Sword God

Ten evils.

Kill it.

Shen Zhenyi has this principle.

He has ambitious goals and is indifferent to reality, but it does not mean that there is no bottom line.

With power, you cannot be lost in the killing and destruction, otherwise, there is no reason to exist.

"I die?"

Laughing wildly.

"I won't die when the grave grows on your head. Now that you're talking wildly, you're ready to bear the sad result!"

He flew back in lightning fast, spraying green smoke from every pore of his body, immediately covering his body completely.

"Xuan Zen Mist!"

The savvy immediately yelled, "Such a trick is used as soon as possible, Shen Sangong is in trouble!"

The martial arts studied by the Poison Sect Pantheon, called the Poison Lotus Xuan Zen, is the vicious effort of poisoning itself first, then others.

First, temper your body with the most poisonous thing in the world, until every inch of your body's skin and hair is more poisonous than the most poisonous thing.

At first, Wan Shen occasionally obtained a Yin Luo Bailian from the Underworld, accumulating tens of millions of corpse poison, which is an innocent thing that no one in their family, including the ancestor, has ever obtained.

That's why he was able to become a master of one's youth, making the martial arts world scared.

This mysterious venom mist is a one-time discharge of toxins accumulated in the body.

Even the most powerful master, in general, can only retreat and not dare to respond positively.

Today, with this kind of kung fu on the platform, it's almost Lai Pi. If Shen Zhenyi jumps off the golden platform without admitting defeat, he is afraid that it will be more formidable.

Seeing that the yellow-green disgusting poisonous mist continued to spread, it would soon rush to the front of Shen Zhenyi. Chu Huoluo and Long Junzhu were both anxious, holding hands and yelling, but did not know what to do.

"Oh!"

Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly.

The smell of this poisonous mist is not very good.

This dissatisfied Shen Sangong, who was very good-natured, and he was too lazy to see the move. He flicked his sleeve slightly, and saw a stream of light flying out of his sleeve, turning into a dove of light, hovering in the air , Plunged into the mist of poison!

laugh!

I heard a soft, crisp sound coming from the dim poisonous mist, followed by a terrible scream, a cloud of blood rising from the sky, and a large skull rolled down from the golden platform and fell dozens of feet down. ground.

"It's the poisoned zombie!"

Someone sharpened their eyes and saw the scores in mid-air. The crowd suddenly panicked, and Fei also retreated a few feet backwards, giving up a large vacant lot and letting the skull land securely.

Even relatives and friends dare not pick up heads.

This man is poisonous all over, blood is poisonous, skin flesh is poisonous, and hair and teeth are poisonous.

The head fell to the ground and rolled on the spot, still with Leopard's eyes open, and it seemed that he didn't understand how he died.

Struggling to roll three or four laps in the dust, this exhausted his energy, and then passed away, and at an instant, he turned into a pool of pus.

"Alas--"

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The crowd cried for relief and fear, and finally set aside their snacks, but after all, they dared not approach. Seeing that the place where the skull had fallen on the ground withered, and the burnt black marks on the ground were all in fear.

On the golden stage, the poisonous mist was blown away by the wind.

Shen Zhenyi was sparse, like a yushu standing against the wind.

The dead body that had lost his head, lying on the stage, was shrinking continuously, as if the quicksand was blown away by the wind, and soon disappeared without a trace.

He was poisoned and balanced by tyrannical skills. When people died, the poisons ran away, and they couldn't restrain themselves.

All gods have poisoned countless people throughout their lives, and in the end they are poisoned by their own poison, which is considered retribution.

Until this time, the crowd burst into exclaimation.

"Did I just dazzle?"

"Shen Sangong, is that one sword cut off the poisonous zombie?"

"I don't even see how he puts his sword away? Where is his sword?"

"How can there be such a fast swordsmanship? Does he have a sword in his sleeve? Is this a sword in the sword's sleeve?"

Questions were raised.

Shen Zhenyi shuddered, and what he cast was indeed the sword in the sword's sleeve.

In this sword technique, his eldest brother Shen Baihe learned from Shen Yizhou, the master of the Twelve Swords Tower, and then wanted to use the momentum of the Twelve Swords Tower to turn around and show Shen Zhenyi once.

Take a look, Shen Zhenyi will be.

The reason why he used this sword to chop people was nothing more than a smooth hand, and he didn't want to get dirty with the poisonous mist, and didn't want to stain the sword, so he simply used the sword in his sleeve to give God a joy.

"It's cheaper for him."

This kind of wicked and evil people should actually let them suffer thousands of times, kill them with one sword, just not to give him the opportunity to do evil again.

Shen Zhenyi didn't care about using this sword trick, but the user had no intention, but the viewer intentionally.

Many people have begun to speculate about the relationship between the Twelve Sword Tower and the Abandoned Sword Villa. Many people know that Shen Mengtian, the founder of the Abandoned Sword Villa, is the eldest son of the heavy mountain of the current Twelve Swords Tower master. .

Now that Shen Zhenyi used the sword technique of the Twelve Sword Towers, does it mean that the two sides have reached an alliance?

The emperor's face grew darker.

"Twelve Sword Towers"

He looks ugly. The eight sects in the world are entrenched local forces that are difficult to remove. For the stability of the eight repair world, the Da Yue Dynasty cannot wipe out all these sects, and can only give them certain power and autonomy. Shan Yu was very upset.

This sudden rise of Shen Zhenyi made him suspicious.

Now it seems that there are twelve sword towers supporting it. The Twelve Sword Towers are far in the north, and the forces that scrambled one part, but the abandoned sword villa appears in the south. The two places are thousands of miles apart.

The emperor couldn't figure it out for a moment, but always felt that something was on his chest.

"Heavy mountain hands are so long. The eldest son is dead and can't annihilate this old ambition. A wind and thunder city is not enough to drag his hind legs? Really old but not dead is a thief, how abominable!"

When Shen Zhongshan was young, he was also a terrified talent. Dan Yujing did not have a good impression on him. Later, he was depressed for 300 years, and there was no sign of great development in the Twelve Sword Towers.

Now that there is a Shen Zhenyi, the emperor certainly feels that there is something wrong with it.

Princess Yan found that the emperor clenched his fists, his face was cloudy, but he could not guess what he was thinking.

A companion is like a companion.