Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

Hao San screamed, his right shoulder was sagged down to half a foot deep, and the shoulder blade was shattered. Together with the broken armor, it was mixed in the flesh and blood. It looked good. He took advantage of the situation and rolled his body, turning into a blue light and plunging into the creek next to the flower hall.

The water in the creek, which was only three feet deep, suddenly rose. He listened to the sound of the 'rumble' water. The water of the white flower rushed up to a dozen feet, and turned into a dragon and a long body, Hao Sanyang, and more than a hundred feet. The long body rushed to the sky and rushed to Chutian.

Just rushed out a few hundred feet away, Hao San’s body suddenly condensed, and looked at Chutian with a look of horror.

"Rom... Luo Jianlin! Are you crazy?" Hao Sanqi screamed at Chutian.

Chutian’s eyes were cold and looked at Hao San’s hand. He said that he had just finished his refining, and he also turned into a white light with more than a hundred feet long with a warm long sword. A terrifying horror of horror screamed at Hao San's chest.

The breath was terrible to the extreme, and the first one to bear the brunt of Hao San felt that the front was black, as if the sky was falling, the earth was trapped, and everything in the heavens and the earth was slowly crushed by a huge sharp stone mill, from the flesh to the soul, from the tangible To the invisible being, everything is being crushed into ashes, turned into blue smoke, and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Hao San looked at Chutian with a dull look, and his heart was completely ruled by the sword of the "Anti-Swords".

There are only countless swords in front of his eyes. His body is filled with a savage sword. There is a eternal sword in his soul that flashes through his mouth. Suddenly, a lot of blood spurts out of his mouth.

Jianguang has not yet approached his body, and simple swordsmanship has already devastated Hao San’s soul.

The sword-like light of the sword fell down, and a long scorpion in the oblique spurt came over, and the heavy point was on the sword light.

The slamming sound of ‘嗡’, the sword light played by Chu Tian was violently shocked, and was smashed by a huge force for dozens of feet.

When Jianguang fell heavily on the ground, he heard a loud noise from the '嗤啦'. The dozen or so lower pavilions were opened by a sword. Some men and women who were not well-dressed panicked and screamed, and they wandered out of the bed. Cried and shouted to escape.

"The land of dirt and dirt!" Chu Tian snorted.

In the windless canyon for several years, Chutian naturally heard of the ‘beauty’ of Wanhua Mountain Villa. For this special beauty and handsome man, we used a marriage to weave a flower shop with a huge relationship network. Chutian didn't have much bad feelings, but she never regarded them as good people.

Today, I saw the various scenes in this manor. Chu Tian always felt that this flower house is no different from the kiln-like.

As soon as he did not do two, Chu Tian handed a wave, and the flying swords squatting on the ground vacated and swept in all directions. A sensation of the swordsmanship was criss-crossed. The flowers and trees were broken and the pavilions were crushed. The gardens of the rockery were smashed, and many of the scorpions who were looking for fun vomited blood, and no one could block the power of Chutian.

In the Chutian gods, the sword shadow that was imprisoned by the golden light violently swayed, and the horrible swordsmanship continued to fly out from the sword shadow, and swayed along the body of Chutian.

Chutian did not use his own power, but directly spurred the supreme sword in this sword.

The mana in the golden light is rapidly consumed, constantly replenishing the power of the sword. Chutian popped up, that is, the swordsman of Baizhang’s long tears smashed everywhere, hitting the men and women in the Huajia Manor, but none of them could escape Chutian’s blow.

A strip of people vomiting blood and splashing, and some people who were seriously injured and flirted at the same time roared: "Luo Jianlin! Do not think that you are a disciple of a sword, you can do anything wrong! Are you crazy?"

Just a glimpse of Chutian Jianguang, saved the life of Hao Sanyi’s dragon, Zhen Zun, and looked at the sword around him. The savage Chutian, who was timid and timid, shouted: That's right, this is the sword gate... the supreme sword! Luo Jianlin, this kid, went into flames?"

While squatting, No.1 Zhenzhen respected Hao San’s neck and dragged him to escape from the manor.

"It’s good to go into the fire, so things can be related to us. Oh, Hao San, we have to give a good confession. These days when Luo Jianlin disappeared, he sneaked into the place to break through, and accidentally went into flames. Come back to kill and set fire, in this case, no matter whether Luo Jianlin is dead or alive, it has nothing to do with us."

The dragon is really respectful and stunned by Hao San.

Hao San was easy to break free of the horror suggestion that Chu Tian had just had in his sword. He vomited a sigh of blood and opened his eyes and said: "This person, it is difficult...not Luo Jianlin?"

"Yes, or no, who knows?" No.1 Zhenzheng dragged Hao Sanwo to escape and fled Wanhua Manor with the fastest speed: "However, what is the relationship with us? This is too deep, can not be mixed It’s a combination, it’s really not mixed.”

In the back of the Wanhua Manor, in the deep valley, from the finely crafted houses, hundreds of Jianmen disciples wearing strong clothes have skyrocketed.

They saw Chu Tian far away. In the daytime, they were aggressive and called the red-blooded female disciple who was ruthless in Chutian. "Sword Lin brother! You, are you coming back? You, peace is good!"

A group of disciples and disciples laughed and greeted Chutian.

As long as ‘Luo Jianlin’ is alive, it’s good!

As for saying, the "Luo Jianlin" master is a heartless or mad, is it a fire, or even if he has slaughtered these people in Wanhua Manor, what does it matter?

They do things in the sword and never have to care about the opinions of outsiders.

The disciples of Jianmen did anything, and naturally there were swordsmen to bear all the consequences. They always had whatever they wanted, and there was no jealousy.

They rushed up to Chutian without any precautions, and they rushed to the side of Chutian with joy.

Chu Tian smiled lightly. He glanced at these Jianmen disciples and shook his head gently: "You, you should not hurt your disciples! If you do something wrong, you must be punished. If you owe me, you must return it." This seat is a very fair person!"

The Jianguang suddenly became bright, and a bright sword light was like a twilight of the electric light, sweeping hundreds of swordsmen.

The unguarded Jianmen disciple stunned and looked at the sword that suddenly broke out in Chutian’s hand.

Such a magnificent sword light, such a terrible sword meaning, beyond the numerous levels of their own realm of kendo, let them have no resistance, no reaction, the body is cut off, the soul is directly The bang was dying.

When blood fell from the sky, and when the disciples of the sword fell heavily on the ground, Chutian had already incarnate a cold light, and everyone on the ground panicked, no one saw how the sky left and which direction he went.