Super God Gene

"How is it possible? Isn't he only practicing the sword for a year?" The old man looked at the Tianzong lord who sat in the upper position.

The Emperor Tianzong looked at the little purple glow on the light curtain in front of God. It took a long time to sigh: "East is indeed a Taoist genius from the ages."

The old man looks weird, but he doesn't know what to say.

Although the one-yuan sword is not purely a sword, it is a top-level genetic technique in the inaction palace, which was created by Wuwei Dao.

Everything in the heavens and the earth is from the beginning, two in life, two in three, three in all things, one in the beginning and infinite.

It can be said that the inheritance of the whole Wudao Palace is from one yuan. Any kind of genetic species can be practiced as one dollar. The practice of swords is a one-yuan sword meaning.

Any disciple who is indifferent to the Taoist palace can learn the meaning of one dollar, but the real ability to practice the artistic conception is also rare within the palace of inaction.

Even the Emperor of Heavenly Sects, after 30 years of hard work, realized the meaning of one yuan and entered the door of the avenue.

Zhuo Donglai only practiced the sword for a year, and even he developed a sword of mind. These talents are really shocking and unbelievable.

Hansen saw that Zhuo Dong came to the fingertips of Zixia, but his eyes were suddenly bright.

The Empire's Great Universe is rarely a master of cultivating its own artistic conception. Zhuo Dong's swordsmanship is only a sword. It is far above Yanbeifei, and Hansen is somewhat itchy.

Hansen also pointed to the sword, which was opposite to the fingertip of Zhuodong.

The sword has not moved, but the sword has broken through the nine days.

In a flash, all the spectators felt that only two unskilled swords were rushing, although they did not see the swords and swords, but they only felt the coldness, as if the horrible sword pierced the body, could not help but fall back. A few steps.

After thinking about it, I remembered that the sword was only within the starry battlefield and it was impossible to hurt them.

"Awesome sword meaning!" Yan Beifei changed color.

Even he has changed for him, let alone other people. The general empire is expensive, and he has already been stunned.

Hansen and Zhuo Dong came at the same time, and they walked at random. In an instant, they went to one place. They saw the arms of the two men waving, and the swords were criss-crossed. Although they did not destroy the power of the earth, they did not even hurt anything, but they did It gives people the feeling of being violently smashed by thousands of horses. Just watching them fight, it makes people feel excited, and they can't rush to kill themselves, and scatter a blood on the yellow sand.

"Today, I know what is the real kendo." A nobleman who learned the sword sighed.

The humans of the Empire's Great Universe are too much to pursue power, but lack their own understanding of power. Now Hansen and Zhuo Dong come to this unique battle, let them open their eyes.

The two strokes and ones seem to be very common. They do not destroy the power of the mountains and rivers, nor do they have a dazzling brilliance. However, the swords and swords are heart-wrenching, even though they are onlookers, they are also chilling.

"Study the sword fifty spring and autumn, watching this war only know what the sword is." Within the Tomb of the Tomb of the Tomb, a white-bearded old man sighed.

Hansen is also excited about the war. He came to the Empire Universe for such a long time, and today he saw a real master.

After the strength is strong, it is only an external force. Only its own comprehension and will are the foundation of a strong person. The strong person recognized by Hansen is like this Zhuodong. It has its own strong will and belief, not just having a strong power.

Hansen swayed the kendo he had learned before and fought against Zhuo Dong.

Zhuo Donglai really only came up with a trick of purple, and repeatedly used it, but it gave birth to endless changes and magical effects.

One yuan and two instruments, two instruments and four images, four elephants and gossip, can train a sword to this point, Zhuo Donglai has clearly realized the road, is a kendo figure that can be compared with the lonely bamboo.

Just like the lonely bamboo, Zhuo Donglai’s sword is bright and straightforward, giving people a feeling of uprightness. His people and his sword will give hope, not destruction.

Suddenly, Hansen stepped back and broke away from the battle circle.

"Why are you asking to die?" Hansen frowned and looked at Zhuo Dong.

Zhuo Donglai's swordsmanship advances at a level, pushing the battle to a climax, but at the climax, there is no triumph of victory. Hansen can feel that he is heading for death.

Zhuo Donglai smiled very heartily: "I owe the lives of others, and now others want to take it back, so I have to return this life. I can die under the swords of your characters, and it will not be alive."

"Can you owe your life to life?" Hansen asked with a frown.

"Yes, without him, there would be no Zhuodong of today." Zhuo Dong nodded.

"Okay, let go of your strength and fight with me. I just want to kill one of the strongest swordsmen, not a man who died." Hansen said, the blood dragon on his body broke out completely, blood red The dragon gas almost condenses into the essence, just like the blood dragon is generally coiled outside Hansen.

"Good." Zhuo Dong came to stare at Hansen for a moment, and then nodded.

The purple gas blooms like Zhuo Donglai in the beginning of the morning, and the purple Xia Yi is put on the body of Zhuo Donglai, exudes a thousand purple awns, which makes him a **** of purple yang.

The original one was draped in black hair, and at this time it was purple, like the light of the sun, giving people warmth.

That pair of eyes is like a sun, overlooking the earth.

The horrible breath instantly enveloped the entire starry sky, as if the entire starry battlefield had become a pure land under the glow of the sun.

"Zhuo Donglai, after all, I still used Zixia Xianyi." Yanbei fluttered.

Zixia Xianyi moves, no matter whether Zhuo Donglai will die, his god's blood is afraid of being deprived. No **** can tolerate his followers to use other gods to win in the battle of God. Doesn't that mean that he is not as good as anything else? God?

"This powerful force is worthy of your swordsmanship." Hansen nodded slightly.

"Come on, let me die in the most brilliant glory." Zhuo Dong said, the fingers were once again turned into swords, but this time it is no longer a little purple gaze at the fingertips, the whole world seems to have purple light towards His fingertips condensed, and the purple Xia Xianyi was even more glazed, and there seemed to be thousands of rays of light.

Zhuo Dong came to a sword to stab, countless Xiaguang followed, and endlessly roared toward Hansen Pentium. For a time, there was only a purple Jianguang between the stars and the sky, like a flood of natural disasters, drowning the entire starry sky.

The power of a sword can destroy the Buddha, and even the gods of the heavens will change.

Under the blessing of the genetic technique Zixia Xianguang, the genius of the destructive god, Zixia Xianyi, each Xiaguang is equivalent to Zhuodong’s full force, and the horror is unimaginable.

"In the past, there was no way for the ancestors to destroy the country. Today, the weather of Zhuodong is not inferior, but it is a pity that the wrong place has been wrong." Yan Dan sighed.