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- There was a swishing sound in the sound wave, and the shadows of thousands of white swords condensed into a river of swords, spinning rapidly and colliding with the cyan light pillar. ??¡Ù
The two forces cancel each other out, creating a situation of even rivalry.
The square-inch holy staff is an amazing spiritual instrument, and the guqin in Suihan's hand is also a treasure of Confucianism and Taoism.
On the vessel, no one has an advantage. They are mainly competing for the strength of their mental power and their respective use of mental power.
"The bright moon seals the sky."
Suihan's ten fingers were flying rapidly on the strings, and immediately, a feminine force surged out, as if there were thousands of threads, ten thousand strands, intertwined between the sound waves and the sword energy.
At the same time, the sharp cold wind spread from the foot of Longding Mountain, making a whining sound.
The cold wind blew up and lifted up the mud layer on the surface of the earth, turning rocks, trees, flowers and plants into powder.
The so-called "Autumn Wind with Falling Wild Geese" contains endless murderous intent.
"Give it to me."
Prince Jingtian took a step forward, his golden boots made the ground sink slightly, and his spiritual power surged out from the soles of his feet and entered the ground.
The ground began to shake, and hard rocks sprouted upwards, like bamboo shoots after a rain, and soon a stone mountain hundreds of meters high was born out of thin air.
Prince Jingtian waved the square-inch holy staff, setting off a green brilliance that enveloped the stone mountain. The next moment, the huge stone mountain flew out and hit Suihan.
¡°Bah bang.¡±
Sound waves and sword energy continuously shattered the hill as it hit it, with dozens of cracks appearing. Finally, with a bang, it completely exploded.
Prince Jingtian flew out from behind the hill and cast a level 10 attack spell. The square-inch holy staff in his hand turned into a pillar of strength and slashed downwards.
Suihan's expression became solemn, he reached out and grabbed the strings, pulled off the seven strings, and hit Prince Jingtian.
"Shuashua."
The seven strings emitted silver brilliance, like seven thousand-foot-long silk swords, entwining the Optimus Pillar.
The other end of the seven strings is still connected to the guqin.
Suihan turned the guqin, pushed it with both hands, and with a bang, he drove the guqin into the mountain of Longding Mountain, and the body sank into the cliff.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hands, used Haoran's righteousness to condense two huge hands, and continued to play on the strings.
When Suihan and Prince Jingtian were fighting, Zhang Ruochen on the top of the mountain was also ready to take action.
In the current situation, it seems that the human race has a slight upper hand. In fact, it was the actions of Jiezi-level figures that created such a situation.
In fact, on the "Half-Saint Ranking" and "Half-Saint Foreign Ranking", the number of strong men from the various beast races and the undead blood race far exceeds that of the human race. If a race war really breaks out, the human race will definitely suffer countless casualties.
It is necessary to kill one or two more front-line experts to completely suppress those sixth-level beasts and the half-saints of the undead blood race.
Zhang Ruochen took out Shen Yuan's ancient sword and in an instant, entered the realm where man and sword merged into one.
Affected by Zhang Ruochen's sword aura, the rules of swordsmanship became more and more dense in Longding Mountain, and thousands of sword auras appeared automatically.
"Fight."
Prince Motian roared, picked up the black giant sword, and strode forward.
In his body, there are not only eight blood spiritual veins, but also 140 light points emerging, and his body seems to contain a bright starry sky.
The sanctification of one hundred and forty orifices is infinitely close to the sanctification of the physical body.
The black giant sword in the hands of Prince Motian is not ordinary, it is called the Emperor Killing Demon Sword, and it is an ancient sacred weapon of the Motian tribe.
The legendary figure of the Motian tribe, the Blood Demon, used it as a sword before he cultivated to the realm of the Holy King.
The Emperor's Demon-Slaying Sword, in the hands of the Blood Demon, has fought against the Blood Queen and killed countless human saints. It is a demon blade with an extremely violent aura.
Today¡¯s Demonic Prince is no weaker than the Blood Demon in his youth. How powerful can he be if he controls the Emperor¡¯s Demon-Slaying Sword?
Without any fancy moves, the Emperor's Demon Killing Sword and Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword collided together. It was not only a collision between swords, but also a competition of strength between the two.
"Boom."
With one blow, the two of them retreated at the same time.
There is a mysterious force in Longding Mountain that is guarding this mountain range, but it still cannot withstand the collision of forces between Zhang Ruochen and Prince Motian.
In the area between the two of them, the mountain cracked, forming a gap several feet wide. Even the roots of the Holy Flower were cut off by the sword energy.Fighting to death, the news spread back to Kunlun Realm, who knows how angry the Qingtian Blood Emperor will be? "
"Zhang Ruochen is the sword holder of the Taotian Sword and one of the guardians of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan. He has a blood feud with the Qingtian Tribe. This time, he should be seeking revenge."
"Killing two stunning beauties in a row, Zhang Ruochen really doesn't know what it means to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." Shangguan Xianyan, the saint of the Blood God Sect, bit her red lips gently and secretly warned herself that in the future, she must not provoke Zhang Ruochen.
No matter how beautiful you are and how perfect your figure is, once you anger Zhang Ruochen, you will only be dead and there will be no way to survive.
Compared with Xue Wuye, Zhang Ruochen is completely a cold-blooded animal, which makes people feel shuddering.
At this moment, Princess Huangtian also felt a chill in her heart. Princess Yanxin died in front of her. The hot blood splashed on her neck and cheeks, leaving bright red spots like petals.
When Zhang Ruochen killed Prince Qingtian, Princess Huangtian knew that Zhang Ruochen was quite powerful and she could not compete with him.
"However, there is no specific concept. I don't know how strong Zhang Ruochen is?"
Only when she really came to Zhang Ruochen's side did Huang Tian Huang realize the huge gap between herself and Zhang Ruochen.
The mere breath from Zhang Ruochen's body gave her the feeling of standing on a high mountain, making her unable to breathe. The blood all over her body seemed to be solidified, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was like a majestic ancient sacred mountain, with his feet on the abyss and the sun and moon above his head. The pressure was so great that Huang Tian Huang had to retreat continuously in order to resolve the strong oppression exerted on her by Zhang Ruochen.
"Quickly retreat."
Prince Motian turned into a black beam of light, rushed out of the ground with a bang, and landed next to Princess Huangtian.
There was a bloodshot thread hanging from the corner of his mouth.
¡°Obviously, Zhang Ruochen¡¯s previous sword had injured him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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