Ten God Emperor

Yun’s face was slightly stiff, his body was set off, and his fierce swords broke out. He was centered on his body and shot in and out.

A fierce sword ran across the surrounding ground, bringing a deep gully, stirring up the yellow dust.

Jian Lingmei looked at the scene of this sudden change, and the figure involuntarily retreated and muttered to himself: "The breath in the space seems to have changed."

"call out!"

Sword Ling Yu's hand flicked, smashed a smoldering sword, and muttered to himself: "It seems like a very familiar force is waking up."

Looking at the body that Yunqi gradually got up, an ancient vicissitudes of force are slowly recovering. In his slightly empty eyes, a light like the real light swells, and the dry ground around the wall collapses and breaks apart. Another gully of sorrow.

At this time, a grayish white shadow slowly emerged from the body of Yunchao, snow white robes, long white hair, a blue-gray complex, pointing to the ground, the direction of the blade landing, the sword air swirled into a whirlpool, constantly The yellow sand on the ground was stirred, forming a spiral depression.

Sword Ling's pretty face glimpsed, and immediately revealed a smile: "It turned out to be that guy."

The transparent illusion that gradually emerged was the one that was the most talented in the past, and the whole Xihe Yunzhou was shaken by the man, the former head of Qingling College, and Chu Xifeng.

Chu Xifeng single-handedly swords, smashing the heavens and the earth, the thundering thunderclouds like a whirlpool will tear the clouds in all directions, and as the dark clouds gather, they become more and more intense, and the sky is like a long-snake arc. The faintness, the enormous power contained in it, is far from the hope, giving people a feeling of scalp tingling.

"With so many Thunderclouds gathered together, are you crazy?" This space was originally created to trap the sword spirit, so the flashing thunder has a great suppression effect on her, feeling the endlessness on the top of the head. The majestic pressure, the sword spirit even though the strength is tyrannical, there is not much confidence to take the thunder.

"Let me come."

Chu Xifeng looked up and stared at the thunder of the head, and the palm of his hand was gently gripped, and the white spirit continued to gather toward the gray of his hand.

"The Star River Sword is right."

Chu Xifeng looked back at her and looked a little indifferent: "Although I don't know why you will be in agreement with my teacher, I hope you don't want to move any thoughts..."

Sword spirit heard the words, a pretty face, a slight look at the Chuxi winds: "I said Chu Dean, are you threatening me?"

Suddenly, there was a cold and cold in her beauty, full of indifference and provocation. When the Chuxi style was in its heyday, it was only the repair of Wuwang Yufeng. Compared with the peak of the Xinghe sword, there was a gap between heaven and earth. Today, he is just a remnant soul. In the eyes of Sword Spirit, he is even more vulnerable.

The Chuxi wind hand held a long sword and swayed toward the sky. The air around it trembled, and the fierce sword gas turned into the shape of a white bird, slamming, then fluttering and flying, and swaying straight into the sky. The raging black cloud, the bird's sword finally smashed the thunder.

"In order to cast the Xinghe sword in the past, our Qingling Mountain ancestors spent many generations of hard work, and the Qingling Supreme is even killed. In the end, we Qinglingshan did not treat you badly. Even if the Qingling Supreme seals you, after all, I still haven't had the heart to completely destroy you. As long as you have the suffocation of the body disappearing, the spiritual space will be completely dissipated, and your seal will be automatically lifted..."

At the end of the day, there is a hint of helplessness in the eyes of Qingling Supreme. If it is not the ancestor of Qingling Mountain, it is necessary to refine the thoughts of the Xinghe Sword. Perhaps Qingling Mountain will not fall to the present, although in the west. He Yunzhou can also become a second-to-none force, but it is now dying compared to the refinery power that once trembled the Huayun mainland.

"It turns out that..." Sword spirit seems to understand something, and the lips provoke a faint smile: "No wonder that since I got a contract with my master, I feel that this space is a lot less restrained in my body. I thought it was originally thought. It’s my illusion, it seems to be true...”

The sword spirit jade hand lifted lightly, among the thin five fingers, a greenish light gradually shrouded, and wrapped around the fingers, as the fingers gently gripped, the hands raised fiercely behind, toward the top of the dome Shooted the past?

The huge palms of the emerald green light slammed into the thunderclouds in the sky, the deafening roaring sounded continuously, the huge green palms tore the thunderclouds, and the scattered black clouds were smashed into two The film, shattered.

The screaming screams resounded through the sky, and the deep black clouds seemed to be hit hard. The turbulent and tumultuous, and suddenly, the lightning of the towering lightnings shook, and the whole world began to tremble.

Thunder and hustle and bustle, flashing, the dense lightning fell to the sky, but began to violently contract in the air, and then twisted into a huge Thunder, straight to the figure of the two men slammed down.

"The soul of the waste sword gathers into a thunder, and it is divided into three kinds. The black magic thunder in front of it is only the initial level. After it, there are also the evil spirits and the heavenly thunder. The power and momentum of these two kinds of thunder are far more than The Black Devil is much more powerful.

Chu Xifeng smashed the sword and smashed the thunder, then jumped up and reminded: "If we just avoid it, the thundercloud will soon dissipate, but the act of confrontation has obviously angered it. Now, it has evolved. ..."

"How about that, without me to suppress the space, Leiyun can count what else."

"If you can't find the body of the sword, it is equivalent to a human being without flesh. The spiritual power inside is strong again, and it can't exert the strength of one tenth of the past. If Tianyuan Lei really landed, it is not so easy to resist. ”

Chu Xifeng looked up at the thunder in the sky, and the old face appeared a hidden worry. Now I looked at the cloud break in my spiritual world and muttered, "Well, this time, can you leave this ghost place? Seeing your creation, the old man still has a little soul power, and he can only help you in the end."

"What does this guy want to do?"

Looking at the Chuxi wind suddenly stopped his body shape, the sword spirit slightly glimpsed, the next picture, but let it completely stunned.

Chu Xifeng swayed his sword and slammed himself toward himself. With a bit of dull pain, he actually shredded his soul, crushed it into powder, and then poured it into the body of Yun Xie.

"Maniac... this guy... it’s a madman."

Eighty years ago, the scene of Chu Xifeng burning the soul was enough to make people feel shocked. I did not expect that now he made a more crazy move to carry out the legendary "breaking spirit".

The so-called "breaking of the spirits" is the one who is about to fall, but has no concern, risking the reincarnation, passing through his life's inheritance and memory through the soul fragments, and passing it on to the spirituality of future generations. Let it be integrated.

However, those who will carry out the "breaking spirit" usually only have blood relatives. Now, Chu Xifeng has shredded his soul through the "breaking spirit" and passed it on to a person who knows less than one day.