The Divine Martial Stars

On this fairy platform, others can't interfere at all.

[Xian Xin Jianzu] There are a hundred ways to kill Wang Shiyu.

There are more than 10,000 ways to deprive the inheritance of the sword **** Ji from the body of Wang Shiyu.

No one can stop it.

This is not God, what is it?

[Xian Xin Jianzu] I only feel that my heart is happy, my thoughts are accessible.

I am the son of fate.

I am the protagonist of this Xiangu battle.

He laughed.

opposite.

Wang Shiyu is silent.

The injury on her has been completely restored.

Nourish!

The barrier barrier in the center of Fujian and Taiwan slowly disappeared.

The third round of the sixth round, instantly opened.

But for both sides, there is no meaning for the first time.

Wang Shiyu slowly looked up and said: "I said, one day, you are in my hands, I want you to die, the sword is broken, the kendo collapses, you, remember?"

[Xian Xin Jianzu] Laughing, full of contempt, said: "I don't know what the so-called little girl, what are you talking about? Oh, you are now just a small ant in your hand, life and death. By yourself, how do you want to die in this seat, how do you die, and dare to speak out?"

Wang Shiyu licked his mouth.

Did not speak again.

She looked to the center of Fujian.

There, the remnant sword of the sword **** Ji also ran with blood and was inserted on the ground.

The stone body is thick and wide, and the blade is covered with mottled cracks. It is like the tens of years of whistling through it. The red blood oozes along the crack and then gradually solidifies, letting the original white The texture has turned into a dark black red.

Wang Shiyu recruited and waved.

Hey.

The residual stone sword vibrates slightly.

It is like a dead creature that suddenly glows with a little bit of life.

"come on."

Wang Shiyu gently said.

call out!

The residual stone sword flew up and flew obliquely to the hands of Wang Shiyu.

Wang Shiyu looked at the broken sword and sighed slightly. He said: "Although there are only a few dozen days of mentoring, when you are alive, I have not called you a few Masters, but your care for me, But not inferior to anyone... Master, I use this sword to avenge you."

With her whispers, the residual stone sword shook slightly.

It is as if a wronged child is telling a loved one.

Wang Shiyu's gas field is distributed.

Xianyuan was injected into the residual stone sword.

A touch of blood red light, released from the broken lines of the residual stone sword.

The glamorous red.

Weird red.

Red of revenge.

Wang Shiyu raised his hand and took out his sword.

The red-red swordsman, illusion, and turned into a giant sword of 100 meters in the air, locked the [Xian Xin Jianzu], ruthless.

"Oh, it depends on you... what?"

[Xian Xin Jianzu] At the beginning, Wang Shiyu was not put in the heart at all. Who knows that this sword is falling down, but it contains the power to destroy the earth and destroy the land. Like the fall of the Milky Way, the horrible air machine makes him sweaty. Vertical, all over the body.

How is it so strong?

[Xian Xin Jian Zu] face color madness, a sword in the hands of the sword, rushed, starting a sword and mans.

It is the trend of parry.

boom!

Giant blood sword, standing on the sword of the sky.

The energy bursts, and the ripples of the stormy waves sweep out.

Hey.

Hengtian Jianmang is broken.

The blood-colored swordsman directly slammed the single knee of the "Xian Xin Jian Zu" on the ground, barely supporting it with the sword in his hand.

For a long time, the **** swordsman is scattered.

Wang Shiyu looked at the residual stone sword in his hand and expressed satisfaction with the power of this sword.

"Junior,

Do you have such strength? ”

[Xian Xin Jianzu] stood up in a wolf, and an old face flushed like a pig liver.

Cold did not eat a cold loss.

In the eyes of countless immortal powers, I was actually stunned by a younger generation, a sword and a knee.

This is simply a shame than a direct face.

He never dreamed that this is in his own eyes, like an ant-like ancestor, this young man who does not care about his heart, this young man who feels that he can squeeze between death and death is so tyrannical.

Wang Shiyu does not speak.

The wrist turned.

The residual stone sword vibrates, and a touch of blood red swords condenses.

Wang Shiyu smashed his hand.

call out!

The blood-red swordsman turned out of the tires and turned into a blood-colored sword-mantle disc, which swung out, and every time it was rotated, it bursted with countless dense swords.

In an instant, the entire Xiangu platform seemed to be submerged by the blood-red lightsaber.

"Contraindications - Xianxin broken swordsmanship."

[Xian Xin Jianzu] Screamed.

The waist is sinking, the sword is held in both hands, and the sky is falling.

The sly silver sword shadow disappeared behind him, and it was full of kilometers. With the movement of [Xian Xin Jian Zu], it was also empty.

As Jianguang came, the void split into two halves like a white cloth.

The air separates the sides like a spray.

Even the entire Xiangu ring, as if to be smashed into two pieces.

Hey!

The blood-colored lightsaber collided with the sterling silver sword and made a metal-like impact.

"Give me a break."

[Xian Xin Jian Zu] Drinks.

He wants this sword, can not help but smash Wang Siyu's kendo, but also wants to marry Wang Shiyu's people.

Endless blood color lightsaber, colliding with sterling silver sword shadow.

[Xian Xin Jianzu] I only feel that the sword in my hand is getting more and more heavy, and the resistance of the sword body is getting bigger and bigger, and it is more and more difficult to squat.

The same is true of the sterling silver sword.

The trend of squatting is getting slower and slower.

It is the **** lightsaber of the sky, the more it hits.

"噗~"

"Puff puff!"

**The sound of the puncture was cut.

[Xian Xin Jianzu] widened his eyes.

Several blood-colored lightsabers, swaying and smashing his body.

[Xian Xin Broken Sword] The magical power was instantly broken.

The kilometer sterling silver sword shadow is scattered.

"not good……"

[Xian Xin Jianzu] The heart is big.

The blood-colored lightsaber that covered the sky swept over and drowned him.

Boom!

A terrible energy explosion.

The turbulent flow is like a slamming wave, and it flies out around the fairy plaque.

The entire Xiangu collapsed and trembled fiercely.

The surrounding sill guards manifested and frantically shook as if it were difficult to withstand this power.

"What power is this?"

"The strength of the Sword God's successor is actually caused by this situation?"

"What is this sword?"

"It is another giant of the giant class... When did this world change?"

Among the major halls, there was a burst of exclamations that were difficult to contain.

Many of the immortal powers are stunned.

Before, there was a Mumu, blocking the killing of the town’s singular towers. After that, there was a flower to think of it, and the power of the old coffin and the black robes were crushed by oneself. Now, there is another sword god. The descendant, with only one broken sword, pressed the "Xian Xin Jian Zu", who was known as the first sword repaired by Wan Xian Fu, and rubbed on the ground.

Now the younger generations are young, why are they so terrible?

In particular, these younger generations are not the shackles of Wanxiangfu.

They are all from the outside.

Is it outside the fairy world, silent and uninterrupted, a golden world broke out, they did not even know?

Just come to the wild waves, etc.

The four great gods are also stunned.

Although there have been too many shocking things since the start of the battle between Xiangu and Taiwan, the strength of Wang Shiyu’s display has made them unbelievable.

"Is it true that Lao Ji has already seen it, this girl is extraordinary, so she is accepted as a disciple?"

"No, no, the strength of this girl is stronger than that of the old Ji in the weekdays. Did she know that Lao Ji has mastered that kind of power, so she agreed to worship?"

"That's not right. I have seen this girl when she first entered the land of Wanxiangfu. At that time, she definitely had no such strength..."

“Have she broke through this upgrade during this time?”

"Li Mu, when I think about it, when I enter Wanxiangfu, it is very common. In dozens of days, I climbed to the peak."

The four gods face each other.

If it is just a person, it may be accidental.

But for three consecutive years, this is terrible.

There must be somewhere, they are not aware of it.

On the stage.

The endless blood-colored lightsaber is still sweeping away.

The shape of [Xian Xin Jian Zu] was submerged.

Wang Shiyu stood in the same place, holding a stone sword and showing no expression.

Suddenly, a touch of Jianguang appeared from behind her without warning. It contained the power of lore and taboo, and stabbed the back of Wang Shiyu.

This sword is so sudden and so terrible.

So many times when Jianguang appeared, countless spectators, across the water mirror, were also horrified, and the heart almost came out of the eyes of the blind, feeling that he was a dead person.

Wang Shiyu on the platform is an incredible turn.

Facing the Jianguang.

Jianguang pointed to her eyebrows.

The person holding the sword is [Xian Xin Jian Zu].

He looked cold and fierce, full of murder.

Wang Shiyu has a long black hair and is swaying in the sword wind.

Faced with this desperate sword, she slowly closed her eyes.

It seems to be a moment, but it seems to be a million years.

Wang Shiyu opened his eyes.

"Beyond the Temple of the Sword, you have already cast a avatar, and now come again, is it poor?"

"You don't want to get the kendo of the sword god?"

"Then... let you see, the power of the sword of the sword god."

she says.

Among the remnant stone swords, a sudden burst of brilliance was revealed.

That is a million kinds of swords.

Ji Zhi’s sword meaning.

It is also the sword of Wang Shiyu.

[Xian Xin Jianzu] Instant creeps.

With the attack of the blood-staining sword light, the body is attacked and killed. This is the tactic that has been tried for hundreds of years in the face of strong enemies.

This sword of lore, the speed and power, is the best of his kendo.

This sword will obviously kill the opponent within a thousandth of a second.

However, Wang Shiyu was incredulously in this one-thousandth of a minute, finished turning, closing his eyes, thinking, blinking, and then speaking, and finally the whole process of the sword.

Thousands of swords and minds are combined into a colorful light.

That is the power that was previously exhibited by the sword **** Ji.

A higher level of power that transcends Xianli.

The power of God.

This moment, the outcome has been divided.

It seems that there is a wind blowing.

[Xian Xin Jian Zu] The sword of the life of the gods is like a sand fly ash, dissipating one inch and one inch.

The colorful swordsman passed the body of the "Xian Xin Jian Zu".

Like a light passing through the shadow.

Then fly back and fall in the palm of Wang Shiyu.

[.] [Xian Xin Jianzu] standing in the same place, three interest, he only looked horrified and fearful: "You ... you ... my sword heart ... you broke my sword heart? Ah Oh no!"

Despair is like a frenzy, and in a flash, it will cover the [Xian Xin Jian Zu].