super king glory

Three sword qi formed the dead space, covering Wang Xiaojian's head.

Qiu Feng's face was ferocious, he wanted to smash Wang Xiaojian's body into thousands of pieces with this strike.

Let him fall into hell forever and not be reborn!

Wang Xiaojian's black hair fluttered, his white robe fluttered, and he looked up at the oncoming sword shadow.

This is an extremely terrifying attack.

In his eyes, even the Martial Emperor, who was at the same level as Qiu Feng, would be severely injured by this move.

However, at this moment, Wang Xiaojian's handsome face was fearless, and a sharp light shot out of his eyes.

When the three sword lights fell, he spit out thunder and made a proud sound.

"The same trick doesn't work for me!"

Wang Xiaojian raised the Emperor Profound Sword in his hand, and a bright light radiated from the golden sword.It's not the purple awn of Zixia swordsmanship, but the cyan awn.

It is Li Bai's skill - will drink.

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the end and never returning!"

A loud voice resounded in the night sky.

Wang Xiaojian wrote the poem about drinking wine at the beginning of the year, leaving an afterimage with golden wings in place, and shot straight at Qiu Feng's avatar.

swoosh~

This is the skill of drinking wine, but it is not an ordinary sword.

It contains the sword intent comprehended by Wang Xiaojian, the artistic conception of gold.

In the night sky, the artistic conception in the Emperor Xuanjian condensed into a streak of stars.

It has the property of being invincible, like a meteor, across the night sky, turning into a light that pierces the sky.

puff~

boom!

Wang Xiaojian's body holding the sword pierced through the chest of one of Qiu Feng's energy avatars.

That is the powerful avatar created by the Martial Emperor with powerful techniques, which can easily kill any Martial King.

However, its sword light hadn't hit Wang Xiaojian yet, its chest was pierced by Wang Xiaojian with his sword.

Accompanied by the destructive power from the artistic conception of gold, it spread throughout the body, and with a "boom", it exploded.

Chapter 834 Sword Intent Yang Wei

rumbling~

In the sky, the sword qi clone, which was more powerful than the Nine Star Martial King, exploded, and a roaring sound erupted.

The golden energy exploded, making the sky bright, and then turned into a wave of air and swept across.

Qiu Feng snorted, and his body was blown away by the blast.

Because of the death of the avatar, Qiu Feng turned back, and a smear of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

However, he was even more shocked.

His eyes widened, watching in disbelief at the bright energy that exploded.

That was him, the Sword Qi avatar created with Qianling avatar Lei.

It is so powerful that ordinary attacks can't hurt it at all.

However, he was stabbed by Wang Xiaojian's sword.

How can this be? !

Qiu Feng couldn't believe it, his eyes widened, and he stared at the energy exploding in the sky in shock.

However, Wang Xiaojian didn't stop.

He raised the golden Emperor Xuanjian, and with a murderous look on his face, he recited a line of verse again.

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow!"

This is an extremely beautiful poem, with the beauty of rhythm.

However, the verse is full of cold murderous intent, which made Qiu Feng's hair stand on end the moment he heard it.

Wang Xiaojian held the golden Emperor Xuanjian in his hand, his eyes were like cold lightning.

He unfolded his golden wings of zhenqi and used the second stage of the skill of drinking wine, and the person burst out again like an offline arrow.

swoosh~

In the sky, Wang Xiaojian cut across the bright light, one person and one sword.

He is like an eternal beam of light that runs through the night sky.

Under Qiu Feng's incredulous gaze, Wang Xiaojian once again pierced through Qiu Feng's remaining sword avatar with his sword.

The sword and the figure pierced through the chest of the sword avatar.

puff!

boom!

Rumble!

Wang Xiaojian's body holding the sword shot towards the night sky.

Behind him, the sword energy avatar belonging to Qiu Feng exploded again.

There was a roar in the sky.

In the dark night, a more eye-catching light bloomed, and then turned into a wave of air and swept across.

puff~

Another sword qi clone died.

Qiu Feng opened his eyes, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.