MTL - Black Tech Internet Cafe System-v4 Chapter 601 .1 swords come, the sky is flying fairy!

It’s not that there are no other skills such as “Fengyun”. The moment that Juggernaut realized the sword twenty-three on the three-point school field, it’s mainly a kind of spirit. The warriors are unwilling to give in to the world and the fate. Spiritual heritage.

The light of this spiritual will almost obscures everything else.

On the other hand, the sword twenty-three at this time is not invincible and unbreakable. The defects in it are only exposed in Fengyun 3 and begin to gradually improve.

But now, there is no tyrannical power, but it is more clear to see that these swordsmen who are limited by their own strength are also pursuing the ultimate in kendo.

The hierarchy of power has the distinction between the top and the bottom, but some pursuits are the same, and it is not restricted by the power of not enough wisdom.

It is a road that is close to the road. The perfect sword technique is also the kendo. There are no dazzling and complex powers to cover the light.

They followed the film's slow progress, and their footsteps stepped into this ancient and prosperous country, graceful of the imperial city of the Forbidden City.

Passing through the Taihe Gate, the hall is covered with golden glazed tiles, which looks like a golden world in the moon.

"Look, is it the beginning of the decisive battle!" Dong Qingli stood under the imperial city with excitement and stood in the crowd watching the battle.

"Sister, is this the imperial city?" Mu Qing took the white hand, looked around, Jiang Xiaoyue next to him, also with a big white deer, curiously looking left and right, the crowd was noisy, and the moon was high.

"Come on! Come!" Nalan Hongwu and Zongwu and other members of the armed forces are now standing under the main hall and looking up at the corner of the temple.

"Is that the West Gate blowing snow?"

Under the moonlight, I saw the white figure, and the figure fluttered like a wind.

Only when you really see such a person will you really feel what it means to be "a kind of person who is close to the realm of God."

As he said: "My sword is not for viewing."

"When you get a sword into their throats and watch the blood blossom under your sword, if you can see the splendour of that moment, you will know that beauty is nothing compared to anything." ""

His swordsmanship is the sword of murder.

Such a sword method may not be able to be mixed with a series of impurities such as feelings.

The front and back of the temple are almost full of people, including the audience from the three stores of Yuanxiaocheng, Jiuhuacheng and Banbiancheng.

I just stretched my neck and looked up.

On the ridge of the golden glass, the two people are all white, snow, and spotless.

"It looks so good..." Jiang Xiaoyue’s eyes widened, and in a blink of an eye, the crowds watching the crowds were all looking at them.

"These warriors are so embarrassed..." Qian Yuan subconsciously took out a network of swearing.

At this time, I saw the upper part of the main hall. The West Gate blows the snow but still has no expression. He raises the sword in his hand: "This sword is a weapon of the world. The sword is three feet seven inches, and the net weight is seven pounds and thirteen."

Ye Gucheng Road: "Good sword!"

Ye Gucheng also raised his sword and said: "This sword is an overseas cold sword elite, blowing hair and breaking hair, the sword front is three feet three, and the net weight is six pounds and four."

Although the swords of the two men have been raised, they have not yet been squirted. The movement of the sword is also an indispensable part of the sword. Any place that can be compared seems to want to be divided.

To distinguish between the two sides, whether it is real or sincerity.

"The trough!" Mo Xian and other Nanhua Zong's monk sisters are also watching this time, subconsciously screaming and screaming, and have been mixing on the Internet for a long time, and now they all learn to be rough.

"It can still be like this... So handsome!" Song Qingfeng simply can't wait to stand on top of himself. How can he be so handsome in decisive battle? !

"If you want to see it later, try it..." Lin Shaoshun next to him will consider the first hand and will finish it. Do you want to try it yourself.

Tang Yu: "I will try it after I have finished reading..."

With a confusing event, the final battle between the two, the constantly obstructed truth has gradually surfaced, from the assassination of rebellion, and a full and meticulous character gradually full.

The owner of Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng, is like a **** on the top.

This is an arrogant and terrible person, his swordsmanship, flying fairy outside the sky, like the blue sky and white clouds are generally flawless.

His mind is as unfathomable as the sea.

He is the white cloud of the blue sky overseas, and it is also the cloud of the entire imperial city that the "black cloud presses the city city wants to remind".

These audiences have gradually felt that there is a difference in the world.

If it is to change the store to open the store, then they came to see, perhaps this moment of the sword, neither exciting, nor intense.

Because their swordsmen did not touch, they began to change constantly, people's movements were slow, and the changes of Jianfeng were very fast, because they had not made a move, they have changed.

Nalan Hongwu has a deep accomplishment in this way, can understand the horror of this realm - no matter how you avoid it, it will be the essence, the spirit, the god, the speed, the strength, the position and even the world. Waiting for everything, the perfect peak that can be done.

It is a kind of near-perfect control, the heart is at the heart, and the sword moves, even giving the illusion that there is no need to react.

What is even more terrifying is that no matter how their swords, their position, the position of the enemy, and how they change, Nalan Hongwu can be sure that their swords in the next moment are still flawless.

Perhaps in the past, they never thought that there would be such a contest.

Now everyone sees it, only the shaking of the sword front, the movement of people, the sword, still not out.

But Nalan Hongwu really understands that he can even see that it is just a sway, and it may have been a game of countless times.

This is a horrible computing power.

And their almost perfect control ability, in the discovery of even a slight chance, will instantly transform this change that exists only in "virtual" into a real perfect sword!

Because it is not covered by the power of luxury, it is more clearly seen.

If it is to change to a real high-level cultivation, Nalan Hongwu is hard to imagine, there is still something in this world that can escape from such a sword.

In the end, they finally saw the two men out of the sword.

At this time, the moonlight moonlight is lighter, and all the brilliance between heaven and earth has been concentrated on the two swords.

They only got a sword.

At this time, there was a burst of exclamation in the entire store.

They saw that the sword of Ye Gucheng was like a gust of wind outside the clouds.

Simon’s sword on the snow blows, but it seems to be tied to an invisible line—his wife, his home, his feelings, this invisible line.

There has been a gap between the two sides.

Nalan Hongwu, Zongwu and even a group of monks including the solitary cloud.

At this time, they all opened their mouths, as if there was a voice in the throat to shout, but they were caught in the neck.

The audience was silent.

The moon has disappeared, and the starlight has disappeared, disappearing into the twilight that the East has just revealed!

What they saw was that Ye Gucheng fell in a pool of blood – a man like a white cloud, like a god.

When all his conspiracy was destroyed, he had already chosen to die under the sword of Ximen blowing snow. This is the last glory of a swordsman~www.novelbuddy.com~ Perhaps at this moment, there are two more in their hearts. Names.

Like the name of the god.

It will also remember this decisive battle as the heart of the brand.

Such as poetry as a song, the full moon night, the forbidden shackles, a sword to the west, the sky outside the fairy.

For a long time, I slowly woke up from the aftermath.

"Ah-! Great!" After reading it, Song Qingfeng had already smashed it out.

"A sword comes west, the sky is flying fairy..." Nalan Hongwu murmured these two sentences, even if this person has experienced a lot of old people, can not help but see the red, seems to feel quite god.

I saw that the sacred swords of the ink and snow that came out of the pockets were: "This sword is the weapon of the world. The sword is three feet seven inches, and the net weight is seven pounds and thirteen."

It feels very handsome.

The next door, Xue Dao, met, and his face was pumped: MMP, this is the ink snow!

Then Nalan Mingxue also took out the snow drink mad knife, cold and cold: "This is the overseas cold sword elite, blowing hair, hair, three feet three, three hundred pounds net weight!"

I feel very embarrassed!

Others burst into tears: MMP, you are the show of the red fruit!

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