Ten God Emperor

"come on!"

The cloud breaks and drinks low. The original soulless and transparent body surface, the faint sound of the wind, his long, palm-length palm through the air, like a lightning bolt in the air, a trace of spiritual power constantly flowing Gathered in front of him, he formed a spiritual pattern in front of him. With the palm of his hand, the complex spirits began to accumulate and eventually became a huge spiritual array.

"Slowly!"

Yun Xie's fingertips are in the center of the array, and a hint of gray and black breath instantly spreads around. The grayish black energy in the center of the array, along the path of the spiritual array, continues to shuttle back and forth. The disc also rotates and expands rapidly during the rotation.

However, all the people who make the sword pay attention to static braking and post-production. After the swordsman sees the situation on the spot, he finds out the flaws of the opponent and then shoots the enemy.

Jiangang saw Yunchao's shot, his face was slightly sunk, but when he saw the spirits slowly condensed, the smudged look disappeared instantly, revealing a sardonic smile: "I don't want anything." The spirit array, it turned out to be only a slow-moving array of two products, how do you want to rely on a slow array to slow down my flying speed?"

Although the spirit array is rare, but the second product spirit array is also very common, in the eyes of the former spirit king of Jiangang, it does not flow into the stream.

In the face of ridiculous laughter, Yun Xi is still expressionless, will be slow to step on the soles of the feet, then close his eyes, take a deep breath, his arms swiftly waving, like there are countless ghost overlays, fingertips constantly click The air, a line of spiritual lines, was once again sketched out. In the twinkling of an eye, with the whistling wind, the red-red flame spurted along the lines of the spirit, and the heat waves lingered in the round spirit. Above the array.

Yun Qi looked at the flame front in front of him, and his eyes reflected a blazing fire. Since the evolution of the body's vitality to the ice fire, he has hardly used the flaming rush, and the swell is not a strict attack. The spirit array, the role is also quite limited, used to deal with the mountain and thousands of swords, is tantamount to hitting the stone with eggs.

"Three products fire attribute spirit array, a little meaning."

When Jiangang saw the flame rising on the ray of fire, his eyes swept through a strange color, and he had to admit that for a young priest, he could have a quasi-five spirits, and two two and three. The spirit of the array, it shows how terrible it is.

The flame gradually rises and the surrounding temperature rises slowly. Because the surrounding space is in a state of relaxation and closure, the flow of air is not smooth, and the hot air is blowing, and Jiangang can't help frown. He died in the fire, so he was quite jealous of the flame.

"Sword is coming!"

Jiangang's palm was gently moved, and a dark black light suddenly appeared from the air, and then was caught on the palm of his hand. When he looked closely, the black light surged and turned into a deep black blade. It shines through the fierceness.

The qi is a sword, and the imaginary is real. It can apply the sword gas to this level, which shows that Jiangang is extremely deep in the kendo and free to release.

His body flew forward in a fluttering manner, and the sword that was pinched in his hand swayed gently toward the front. The substantial blade cut through the air and shot straight at the place where Yunchao was.

"Sword gas?"

Yun Xie looked at the screaming sword, his eyes slightly condensed, his feet were slow, and then he slammed forward, the gray-black light shrouded, the gale stopped, and the speed of the blade flew. Slowly a lot.

Seeing that his sword gas entered the range of slowness, Jiangang showed a sly smile, his hands were tight, like pulling the silk thread, the sword gas seemed to be inductive, gently twitched, and then fissioned, In an instant, the sword is turned into ten, and ten is turned into a hundred. In unexpected circumstances, the moments come out.

"One hundred and eight swords."

Although the speed of the sword split is very fast, but it is still clearly into the eyes of Yun Xi, but he did not provoke the rush to defend against the first time, but left his left hand behind his back, his fingertips quietly Sketched up.

At this time, Jiangang began to condense quickly, but the speed of his condensation was slower than that of the cloud. After all, the latter’s spiritual array was obtained through inheritance, and it only needs to be used simply. Delineating a few lines of the Spiritual pattern is able to activate it. What Jiangang has is the source of the spirit, it is quite difficult to cohesion, but the power is huge.

"There are two remnants of the district, not enough fear."

Jiangang sneered and smiled, and continued to sketch on his own. At this time, he had absolute confidence. As long as the mountains and rivers were condensed, Yunqi was not his enemy.

Seeing that the sword rain is coming, Yunqi did not do any defense, but agilely ducked up, and a sword gas passed through the side of the body. It looked dangerous and seemed to be a little inattentive. And too.

Lightly stepping on a sword, the cloud breaks in shape and jumps up, several successive spins, and most of the swords are evasive, but in the eyes of Jiangang, he is afraid to defend The weakness of the face, the glory of the face is even more so, the current fingertips gently stroked, the sword of the road through the cloud break, once again twisted back, pricked toward his body.

The angles at which the swords are directed are eccentric, and they are all critical positions such as the throat and forehead. Seeing that the situation is necessary to stop the cloud and die.

"Hey!" The two swords passed from the face, and the movement of the cloud to avoid the flash was quite embarrassing to the outsiders, but at the moment he was indeed shrouded in the airtight net of the sword, and now the river and the sword If he hasn't formed yet, he has already fallen into disarray. The situation seems to be extremely bad.

Jiangang smiles, his eyes are filled with the color of the haze. If the two face each other, then he is not necessarily the opponent of Yunchao. It is against the gambling contract, he will be able to get the sacred phalanx of the scorpion, if the cloud breaks have to pass the spirit of a triumph, then in the end can only be the end of the sword.

So in any case, Jiangang has been steadily winning, just need to quietly exhaust the power of Yunchao.

Looking at the sword formation that gradually formed in his hand, he smiled and said: "It's almost over!"

I saw that the sword array floated up and looked at it carefully. There were mountains and water in the array. It was magnificent, and it was accumulated by a small blade. It was like a slap in the face. In general, the organs are constantly turning.