The flying sword shadow is always qualitative and ascetic, and the reason is buried by hatred. The royal sword is too fierce and the gas is strong, which arouses the smoke and dust all the way.
"Courage is commendable, but it’s a pity that I have the courage to kill Wei. Even I have to avoid retreating. Just a humble real Xianju dares to reach out to Yang Dage."
Comment on Sun Wu’s mind of watching the war with a crooked bag.
"Not good! I’m afraid I can’t help my opponent in the diabolical way. "
Long-browed bodhi old zu saw his brother’s situation at a glance, and hurriedly offered a sacrifice to the fairy-chopping swordsmen given by the old gentleman.
"Demon way to see the sword!" Shouting a long eyebrow, bodhi old zu sword tactic, leading the immortal sword to cut down at the top door of Yang Jian with the whistling wind.
With a sneer at Yang Jian, he leaned out with his left hand to grasp the shadow flying sword, and his right hand clenched his fist and blew out the sword in the middle.
Jin Juming’s great sword should be thrown far away, Yang Jian’s footsteps should be lightly moved towards the oncoming asceticism, and the Buddhist monk should be leisurely moving forward. At first, the sword in the palm of his hand bounced into the palm of his hand and waved like flowing water with a hint of fireworks.
Cold gas forced the body to come to asceticism. The Buddhist monk’s mind was photographed. wait for a while stared at the horizontal neck and came to the fleeting sword. The faint green glow slowly advanced and tried to dodge but the door was closed
Whether it’s mana or mental cultivation, the gap between them is too far, too far, and it’s dangerous to be austere. Buddhist monk tried his best to collect his mind and abandon all other thoughts, but it still didn’t help to see that his body seemed to be bound by physical power.
In the spiritual height, the fleeting sword occupied the whole field of vision of the ascetic Buddhist monk, and a slight change was made. It’s a pity that the sword potential was in my heart, but I couldn’t cope with it at all, and I watched death approaching step by step.
In addition to Sun Wu and the Taoist priest in the clouds, others can appreciate Yang Jian’s exquisite sword.
Long-browed bodhi old zu was shocked by Yang Jian’s physical strength, but his swordsmanship was not much better than that of a three-year-old child
With a light blue glow, the fleeting sword fluttered across the bucket’s big head and swelled with blood.
"Sword chop head fast zai zai ….." Yang Jian low whisper left touch the sword blood bead disdain "so fencing also dare to say" sword "? I don’t know the so-called "
Jin Li spat lightly and broke the shadow flying sword and threw it away to the ground. Yang Jian looked at the bodhi old zu with stupefied eyebrows.
Shocked! Shame and anger!
The younger brother was killed and the sect was humiliated. If we don’t find the scene, the Shushan Sword Sect will stand on the ground of the celestial world and face thousands of people.
The long-browed bodhi old zu’s eyes are red and he hates that Yang Jian can’t be defeated. "The demon road is rampant. Today, bodhi old zu, you will never die!"
Knowing perfectly well that you can’t cut the fairy sword with one handle alone, Yang Jian’s long-browed bodhi old zu can’t sacrifice a palm-sized mirror. The back of the mirror is exquisite and quaint, and the front of the sun, moon and stars is hidden with bright brilliance.
"Hao Tianjing!" Zhang Normal exclaimed that he could not help but envy the bodhi old zu with long eyebrows.
Long-browed bodhi old zu nai wry smile he can sweep people to lead the Shushan Sword Sect to outshine others, and most of them are lucky. Most of them rely on this treasure, and it will be difficult to keep it after today.
Heaven Mirror of Science was given by Taoist Hongjun to the Jade Emperor to suppress the heavenly treasure. When Xingtian was in chaos, he was chopped down by an axe, and his ancestors were turned around. Is it reasonable for the Jade Emperor not to take it back when he heard the news?
It’s urgent to take care of many long-browed bodhi old zu’s eyes, split their hands, shake the mirror of heaven and shine brightly.
A beam of light hit Yang Jian.
"Rice beads are also broken for me!"
Yang Jian drink a shock to the eardrum buzzing mana low wobbly like a drunken hand a sword stab straight in the middle of the beam shaking wrist a vibration tip vibrating firm but gentle vertical and horizontal moments outline a orchid with a drop of crystal dew.
The orchid dissolves the celestial mirror, and then the beam is shaken and dissipated in the middle.
Watching the crowd go crazy, it’s good to see such exquisite swordsmanship. Both glad you came, You Xuanzhen and Qi Lingyun, are quite proud in the past. Compared with Yang Jian’s swordsmanship, there is a difference between them.
The bodhi old zu with long eyebrows was stunned and put away the mirror of heaven and science, and smiled bitterly. In this way, the fighting spirit disappeared, and he muttered, "It’s no wonder that this swordsmanship regards me as a swordsman of Shushan …"
"Long eyebrow children waste saint brother see what fencing! The trick of a three-year-old child in a district is comparable to that of a teacher kissing kendo! "
Yang Jian’s eyes, ears, eyebrows and bodhi old zu are low, but he can’t hide it from his ears. He glanced at the bodhi old zu with contempt and said, "It’s not difficult for me. You can spare your life if you can pick up my sword today."
"It’s finally time to kill the sheep. Just that mirror … a big patch! Three seniors, a sword, are dismissive of the magic weapon, but they still have a chance to beg for it. "
Zhu Jiuyin’s smell speech inspired his eyes to shine with greed and fantasized about the glittering liquid in his mouth when he was harvesting.
"Dirty pig!" Sun knows all about Zhu Jiuyin’s mind and scolds him.
The bodhi old zu with long eyebrows knows life and death, takes a deep breath to get rid of other thoughts, and sacrifices the mirror of heaven in science to the top door and hangs a light curtain to protect the whole body.
"Let’s arrange the funeral. Just a mirror of heaven and science can’t protect your life." Yang Jian’s sword pointed out that his indifferent words were full of confidence.
Xuanzhen and JiLingyun heard that they were in a great hurry, and they sacrificed their swords to grow old and grow old.
At this time, a gray garment road fell straight from the height of 100 feet and exhaled, "Brother Yang, wait a minute. Why don’t you spare Brother Long Mei on the poor road?"
"Are you finally willing to come?" Yang Jian smiled contemptuously and said, "Whether the children with long eyebrows can live depends on you."
The Taoist priest who speaks is getting closer and closer to the bodhi old zu with long eyebrows. When Yang Jian and Taoist priest with long eyebrows are generally far and near, Yang Jian suddenly moves in silence.
Pulling out a long string of virtual shadows, Yang Jian jumped on the bodhi old zu with long eyebrows one line higher than the Taoist priest, and the fleeting sword came to the palm of the crowd, swimming like a snake, instantly breaking the defense of the heavenly mirror of science and beheading the top door of the bodhi old zu with long eyebrows.
The bodhi old zu with long eyebrows was horrified and sharp, and a few rolls for grain fell to the center line of the eyebrows, and there was a blood stain just like the third eye wanted to dodge but didn’t know where to avoid it.
At this moment, the long-browed bodhi old zu finally understood the asceticism. When the Buddhist monk faced the fleeting sword, he felt that it seemed to be straight cut and fell. When the fleeting sword trembled slightly from time to time, the current route was blocked.
"Ridiculous oneself just also dismissive …"
The bodhi old zu with long eyebrows laughed at himself and closed his eyes quietly waiting for the fate of being dismembered.
At the critical moment, the passers-by flapped their arms strangely, and the degree of sudden increase finally reached a palm print when the fleeting sword was three inches away from the forehead. Two airflow jets, one cold and one hot, were entangled in an explosion, and the strength was as great as that of Sun Wu, who swung the golden hoop and pushed the fleeting sword away a little.
Yang Jian a slight ash fleeting sword conveniently cut off discharge long eyebrow bodhi old zu a right arm.
Road flyover gray eyebrows a wrinkly slightly seems to be a little dissatisfied with this result and then smiled at Yang Jian and said, "Being original Zhuangzhou has seen Yang Daoxiong."
The bearer is the second brother of Tailaojunmen, whose name is "South China Reality"
Yang Jian had listened to the big brother’s story in the cloud. At this time, he saw that his white beard was witty and smiling, and he was full of freedom. He couldn’t help but give birth to a little affection and said, "South China is really polite."
"I’ve heard for a long time that Brother Dao’s fame is a great comfort to me today." Zhuang Zhou said a few words of courtesy. "Brother Long Mei has been punished for his misconduct. See if the cause and effect of Brother Dao Shu Shan Sword Sect have gone like this?"