Miao Jiu can't use a knife, just chop, chop, chop with a knife... These moves are simple and rough, but Miao Jiu plays very smoothly. He suppresses Zong Yue with his strength, and the effect is very good, and he destroys the whole life.

Miao Jiu's energy was too deep, and every attack was like an ancient mountain falling. Zong Yue was suppressed and retreated continuously. The sword he wanted to cut was interrupted.

The scimitar in Miao Jiu's hand was like a snake, with a very strange shape, and the whole body was bright golden. It was much more breathy than the moon-reflecting banner I took out before.

In order to delay time, it was very difficult for me to fight. Miao Jiu also fought hard, but his flying face was truly joyful.

Cracking~Miao Jiu was attached to two flying swords, and the thunder wings were wrapped around it. The thunder that was as thin as a cicada wing and was condensed to the extreme was now turned into the sharpest blade, which seemed to be able to cut through the void, with dazzling lightning. The thunder sound like countless sharp birds was very harsh, making people tinnitus and almost deaf.

In the barrier, the golden swords intersected and roared continuously. In a short period of time, the blade and the blade collided dozens of times, and an invisible wave of air burst out to all directions. Thunder spread out in all directions, scattering on the ground, blocking it by the barrier.

In Miao Jiu's hand, the flying knife made of the feathers of the golden-winged roc was as hard as iron, which was no less than its inferiority. He applied a layer of golden light on it, and the originally dim knife looked golden and brilliant.

"I'm not used to using a knife." Miao Jiu whispered in a low voice. Compared with a sword, a knife was too unfamiliar to him. Although most of the moves used now are in sword techniques, if you use a knife, it will be difficult to use it no matter how hard it is.

On his back, his hair trembled and he exploded. A sword sounded, but it was covered by thunder.

"Don't mess around, Xiaoya, there are opportunities in the future. This time our goal is not to defeat our opponents. We cannot let others run away in vain. We must satisfy everyone." Miao Jiu insisted on holding the idea of ​​holding hands and signing them all, and never having to use his own magic. It would be even more impossible to use the sword.

Let the toothpick sword stabilize, Miao Jiu's eyes flash, and the divine light will overflow. His body gives birth to the power of a true dragon, which can thrust mountains and rivers, stir up the wind and clouds, and advance bravely.

At the blade, a dazzling light burst out, and the thunder rushed out of the blade and turned into a knife light. Zong Yue frowned slightly, retreated, and followed a knife to cut out. The inferior roots cut through the air, and at the end, a brilliant sword light was generated. Like a cross-cutting giant mountain, the more difficult and dangerous theories, it was very shocking and panicked.

Seeing the sword light coming, hiding the sky and covering the sun, Miao Jiu's hands rolling purple fire. The temperature was terrifying and twisting the space. The temperature in the barrier was raised by several pieces. He threw the flying knife out with his claws, and the Hunyuan with thunder and fire started like a storm. The flying knife guided it and its power was horrifying.

The storm of fire and thunder was shaken by the sword light like a mountain. Miao Jiu opened his mouth and the dragon breath spurted out, touching the five beams of light that rushed out.

"Fingering?" Miao Jiu urged his thunder eyes and through the scene where the burning sword light intersected with the thunder fire, five light pillars emerged from Zong Yue's five fingers, as if they had the power of a broken star.

But that's fine, Zong Yue slashed out again. The sword light was sharp and had an extraordinary sense of might. The world was renewed, and all the power disappeared. Miao Jiu summoned four other shocking blades, gathered together with six handles, turned into a knife wheel, floating behind him, swallowing and spitting light, like a light wheel.

This sword wheel is like a door. With the chirping of several rocs, six golden-winged rocs rushed out of the door. They are all like gold-casting, with a strong atmosphere and a particularly real one, just like the real golden-winged roc flying through time and coming here.

A chirping, a golden light spit out from his beak, shattering the light of the attacking sword. Six golden-winged rocs carried the vast golden light, as if there were countless feather blades, they went directly towards Zong Yuefei, wanting to subdue him.

"What a magic weapon this is, so powerful that it is just as good as that magic weapon."

What the outside world is saying, Miao Jiu can't hear, and Zong Yue can't hear it. In Zong Yue's eyes, the big roc that attacked was as if nothing was there.

He only stared at Meow Jiu.

To him, Meow Jiu was like a confinement.

Miao Jiu's body is too powerful, and his qi and blood are infinite, like the sea Ruoyuan. He can suppress the underworld. Moreover, his power is too great. His hands holding the knife are trembling, and his tiger's mouth is about to crack, causing a vague pain. If he continues to fight like this, he will never have the chance and will never be able to cut off the imprisonment.

He stood on the ground, with the tip of the knife facing the surface of the ground, dragging it on his body, dust lifted up, green light flowing all over his body, and his sleeves fluttered, like a mountain king. Although his appearance was handsome, it was very simple, with wisps of green ripples flashing in his eyes. Looking at Miao Jiu, it would be the imprison he wanted to break, not Miao Jiu, but the tall and majestic figure standing in front of him.

He wanted to wave the knife in his hand to cut through the confinement!

When he faced Meow Jiu before, he did not slash out. He should have said that there was no such opportunity. At that time, Meow Jiu was like a real dragon like a unicorn, with endless pressure and too strong. He fainted after a short meeting.

When he woke up, Master Han came to tell him personally that he was not calm and solemn enough, and that his sword was still missing many.

And these were said by Miao Jiu. I don’t know what Miao Jiu said, but the original meaning is definitely not that. The key is that Zong Yue has a lot of thoughts about this.

"I am not calm enough, not calm enough... I miss my sword, but it has a name after all." Zong Yue said slowly, with deep regret in his words, as if he didn't want the sword to be famous, or rather, regret that the sword was not his sword.

Then, it seemed that mountains and rivers were about to be destroyed, and a great power, if the mountains attacked, the huge waves and invisible sword aura were heading towards Miao Jiu. Even if there was a barrier blocking, the monks outside still felt the rising sword intent, which made people feel the body and soul, as if they were being cut.

The other geniuses are very serious. Not to mention the cute pervert of Miao Jiu, this Qingyi is indeed the purest sword cultivator, and his momentum is too powerful and heavy. They don’t know what the result is, but it is difficult to win.

"But why do I always feel that Wang Daju is playing with Zong Yue, and I have never shown any real skills. The previous fight with Huanghu was also..." This rational monk was very rational, but this rationality was submerged again.

"I know what kind of sword this is, this is a defeated sword!" In the distance, Pang Bai suddenly realized that before, he had never known why Zong Yue's three-style sword technique was. He could not enter in Xiaohun Mountain, but now, he clearly felt the sword.

The monk next to him asked curiously what is a defeated sword.

"It was said to be a defeated knife, but once this knife was released, there was no defeat! It was an invincible treasure... The powerful genius in the Dayan Pure Land was Zong Yue who won." Pang Bai whispered with a serious expression, with bright light in his eyes, and updated the information on his net worth.

What kind of knife can be matched with the word "invincible"? What kind of method can be matched with the word "invincible"?

"So, this time, Zong Yue is going to win?"

"I don't think so."

"Three defeated swords! One sword, break the mountains and seas!" Zong Yue whispered. At this moment, his energy was highly concentrated, and the vast spiritual energy was pouring into the sword in his hand. He took a step forward. If thousands of layers of thunder exploded, the air waves surged, the earth cracked under his feet, and the knife intention was at its peak, as if it was affecting a world.

"Is this really a sword from the mortal realm? It's so terrible!" Many people have an irresistible despair, feeling that if they face the sword directly, they will disappear and be beaten into powder by the wave of sword intent that has been triggered.

"The knife is stronger again."

Kill! Zong Yue dragged his sword to slash, and the light of the sword filled the world. In the sky, Old Gu and Old Xuan strengthened the barrier, and added barriers, which were very strong.

The mountains and seas were broken, and the mountains of the equine sky were raised, with a violent and dazzling light that drowned the phantoms of the six great rocs, and slashed straight towards Miao Jiu.

This sword breaks the mountains and seas, and has the power to kill mountains and seas.

"Two swords, it's destroyed in the air!"

The sky is dim, it seems

The fate was stolen by the knife, with the terrifying power of the sky and the earth, filling the entire barrier, and the reinforced barrier was shaking violently, turbulent and uneasy.

The place where the knife cut out was hazy, blurring its vision, and it was brilliant, as if a great sun had fallen there, making it difficult to detect the past.

"Three swords, broken sky silence..."

This is a sword of nirvana. The vitality of the world seems to be being deprived. The power of nirvana is boiling. It is about to evaporate Meow Jiu into steam. If the way of heaven is about to pour out, it will urge the great power of heaven and earth to suppress Meow Jiu, making people feel powerless.

This is a stunning and strange painting. At this moment, Zong Yue is like the gods and demons walking in the world of destruction, controlling death and destruction, burning with the dark blue fire.

Three consecutive swords, and the sword is amazing. Three defeated swords can kill you. The invisible murderous intent rolls, because this defeated sword is a real killing technique.

If it is stronger, the cliff of this sword can cut through the void. Miao Jiu's full strength burst out, and it is still a little far from breaking open the void, because it is one of the most prominent features of stepping on the Shinto.

The defeated sword three-slash was so shocking that it made the field quiet, silent, and the needles could be heard, and the souls of the dead were dispersed. It was so shocking.

The light dissipated and the mist settled. Meow Jiu floated quietly in the air, surrounded by six flying swords and flying knives, flying. At this moment, it became dim, but Meow Jiu's dust was not touched, and it was still elegant and elegant. The most spiritual meow.

Not only that, Miao Jiu was bathed in divine light, but also had the shadow of the unicorn and the real dragon, if the god was resurrected.

"Defeated sword, defeated! Wang Daju, too strong." After a long time, someone finally spoke with difficulty. After Mingxiao's defeat, it was defeated in a short time, which made people unacceptable.

"Where is the peak of Wang Daju?"

"If he collided with the Holy Son of Dayan with all his might, what would happen like that?"

"emmm..." Miao Jiu noticed that the atmosphere was wrong. Suddenly, smoke exploded from his body. A red fruit was stuffed into his mouth in a flash. Then, in public, he spit out a mouthful of vermilion, his hair was charred, his body was shaking and his spirits were depressed, which made the women in Zixia Cave Heaven feel heartbroken.

Really - the big actor scene! Anyone who sees it thinks it is the result of a rewind of blood and serious injury.

"Your knife is indeed powerful." Miao Jiu wiped the vermilion from the corner of his mouth and said with difficulty. His divine thoughts were intermittent. Then, Miao Jiu knocked over more than twenty third-degree healing pills in countless envious and jealous eyes, and smacked his lips while eating, looking very poor.

"I'm defeated." Zong Yue's tone was without regrets. He finally cut off his sword in front of Miao Jiu. After that, he could ascend to the king and go to a higher world.

"Cultivate my sword and walk my path. There will be no return date here. I will die but no return, or be alive. Then I will go further." He put away the knife, walked out of the barrier, passed by the Hanguang Sect's position, bowed and bowed, but did not stop. He was like a swordsman, leaving a long way, leaving behind a green light and a lonely guest's back.

Master Han looked at his back, which was very complicated, but it was more about blessings and pride. Go and fly to a higher world and let your sword rule the world!

Then, Han Guangzong left.

Everyone sighed, but in their eyes, in the direction of Zong Yue's departure, a sword was rising slowly, running across the sky. For some reason, the sunlight at this time was particularly hot, and the green mountains at this time were particularly lofty and calm.

And in the distance, the sharp-eyed monk saw the vermilion red of the sunset, falling on the ground, bit by bit.

"Next, come again." Miao Jiu smashed his mouth, and it was fine again, his eyes swept around and said again.

In two consecutive games, Miao Jiu brought the cultivators a feeling that he was not invincible. Even though he stepped forward to challenge, the winner would be famous and ascend to the sky in one step, and there would be no such store when you walk through this village!
Chapter completed!