Ten God Emperor

In the first game, I met Yun Hun. This man named Jiang Ming was really bad luck.

However, speaking of this person's coming is not small, Baiyan City is about ten times larger than the Cangwu City in terms of scale, and the name of the Hurricane Sword is the entire Xihe Yunzhou.

As a descendant of the Hurricane Sword, Jiang Ming’s strength is naturally extremely tyrannical. At the age of 19, he reached the level of the Samsung Martial. This kind of strength can be regarded as an excellent existence, but it can be regarded as an excellent existence. His luck was a little worse, and he encountered a cloud break that was more abnormal than it.

Taking advantage of a huge silver epee, Jiang Ming walked heavily towards Yanwutai, perhaps because the epee on his back was too heavy. Every time he took a step, the ground shook a little, as if an earthquake occurred.

"That is the hurricane sword?"

Many people in the audience fell on the silver epee and made a whisper.

The first two games of Jiang Ming did not come up with a hurricane sword, perhaps want to fight hard, even if the odds are extremely embarrassing, she still wants to fight for themselves.

On the other hand, Yun Xie, his face is full of lazy colors, and it is true that this level of comparison does not pose any threat to him.

"Akiyama brother, please advise."

Perhaps it is the reason for the disparity in strength. Jiang Ming’s face is full of respectful colors.

Yun Xie also arched him in the arch: "Please advise."

Jiang Ming slanted the silver epee in front of him, only to see where the Jianfeng landed, and the stones on the ground were broken like tofu, which saw the sharpness of the sword.

"I thought that the Hurricane Sword is a sword that is extremely light. I didn't expect it to be so heavy. If ordinary people raise it, I am afraid there are difficulties. What kind of hurricane is it?"

In the voices of doubts in the audience, Jiang Ming raised his sword with his hands, his eyes slightly condensed, and the whole body's vitality was poured into the sword. The silver energy rose from his whole body and gathered on the blade. The long sword suddenly stretched a few feet away, and it looked like a long sword with a few feet long. It looked extremely embarrassing.

Yunqi quietly looked at the long sword in front of him and smiled slightly: "Is it a trick to win?"

"Akiyama brother, I know that you are very strong. I am not an opponent at all, but as a descendant of the Hurricane Sword, I am absolutely impossible to surrender, so I hope that you can come up with real strength and let me see me and you. The difference between them!"

Jiang Ming’s solemn voice fell, and the handsome face was slightly reddish, and the screaming shouted: “Tear the wind and break the Yuanxiao!”

Torn the wind and break the Yuan dynasty is one of the killing skills of the hurricane sword. The sword is applied to the extreme, and its power is enough to rival the superior skills of the sacred order. This level of offensive, the presence of the next one may be less than five fingers. number.

The huge sword gas cut through the air, and the earth's body was heavy and heavy. The sword front did not fall, and the surrounding air swayed. The fierce air force seemed to block all the retreats of Yunqi.

"I don't think it's a rumor of the hurricane sword. It's a bit of a skill." Yun Xi smiled and sighed, and the palm of his hand was gently gripped. A fiery red energy suddenly rushed between the five fingers, and then straight to the handle, and The big sword, whose size was completely disproportionate, caught the past.

"He actually wants to catch the Hurricane Sword by hand!"

Everyone in the stage of the martial arts saw this scene, and some of them were stunned. Even the Seven Stars martial arts, who wanted to pick up the superior skills of the singularity, couldn’t help but say that they were dreaming.

No girl disciples can't bear to see the scene of blood splashing, they all blocked their eyes with their hands.

"Hey!" A clear sound of the golden stone, the scene of the blood splash did not happen, a white palm of the hand gripped the huge sword front, the flame of the palm of the hand is like a steel cast, even if heavy swords continue to hit There is still no slight vibration.

"This, how is it possible!" Jiang Ming looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes were a little red, and he thought that he was invincible in his peers, this time it was completely shattered self-respect.

Even if he infused the spirit into the sword, he still couldn't move the sword down, and the blue veins rushed from his forehead, and the gasps gradually began to rise.

Yun Xing's palm rested on the blade, like a feather-like light. He quietly lifted the sword and whispered in his mouth: "It's over."

When the palm of the hand slammed tightly, a flame of vitality rushed out in the direction of the blade. In the twinkling of an eye, the huge blade became a deep red color, as if the charcoal was constantly baked in the fire, gradually The distortion is deformed.

Jiang Ming saw a stunned look in his eyes. He only felt the hurricane sword in his hand. There was a constant flow of heat, and the tingling sensation of burning fire continued to come. Pain, his face began to become distorted.

"Let go, otherwise your arm will be abolished."

Yunxi reminded in a good faith that the power gap between the two is too disparate. No matter how much Jiangming struggles, this kind of heavenly gap can not be compensated for.

Jiang Ming shook his head violently and snorted: "Before leaving Baiyan City, I made a vow to the master, even if I died and did not abandon the sword."

Yun Qi looked at his arms and was quickly ignited by the flames. He shook his head and shook his head. "It’s a sapwood head. You don't let go, let me go."

After he finished, he gently released the palm of his hand and let the sword slash down. He cut a huge gully in front of him and made the whole stage of Wutai a two-stage.

Yun Xing flew up, and the palm of his hand slammed against the void. An invisible gas slammed into Jiang Ming’s body, and the sudden burst of power caused Jiang Ming to fly a few dozen feet away. The body fell on a piece of grass outside the martial arts field. When it fell to the ground, the other party had already passed out.

Yunxi took a look at the field and put his hands back behind him. He decided to go down to Wutai.

The atmosphere at the scene has once again restored the silence of death. This kind of unmanned strength is crushed, and there is no courage to make a good call.

"Virtual class, autumn mountain wins!"

The invigilator snorted and swallowed, and announced the final result of the game. The car could not imagine the young man in front of him. How many achievements would be made after many years, Wu Wang, Wu Zun or Wu Sheng, I am afraid In the near future, the history of the entire Qingling Academy will be rewritten for him.

When the cloud walked slowly to the seat and sat quietly, the originally quiet square suddenly burst into a warm cheer.

This complete strength of crushing, really let everyone be impressed, whether in Huayun or in the West River Yunzhou, whether in the Cangwu City or Qingling College, strength is always the advertised .