MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 99 【】

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The knife of Yan Xing is very fast, from the knife to the fall, this time is almost non-existent. The blade reflected the golden light of the front of the mountain gate, and it was like a straight gold thread.

Lin Yuangui’s sword was very slow, and the blade and the scabbard collided intensively, and the echo was like a shower. When his sword finally came out of the sheath, the knife's knife was just right in front of him.

"铮-"

The gold line and the long sword hit each other, and they smacked out the brilliance of the dead leaves, and the dead leaves of the dead leaves in front of them were clearly seen. Lin Yuan looked straight into the glaring light, followed the sword's posture, and the wrist was slightly picked.

Compared with the heavy water-cutting knife, Haoyuejian is even thinner. His sword is not a move.

But Yan Xing flew back. A retreat is more than ten feet.

"铮铮铮铮-"

At the same time, the wrist flew more than 20 knives, and the golden light was lit up successively, such as the dragon.

His robes have touched the stone steps of the mountain gate, and there is no way to retreat. Another ten knives, the Qingming that hit the gas phase of the sword was dense and sharp.

A total of thirty-six knives, finally resolved the other side of the first sword.

Lin Yuangui still stood in the same place, and the robe angle did not move.

The body of Yan Xing’s body was split by the sword and smashed. And his chest was disgusting, the throat was so sweet and unbearable, and he simply took a sip of blood on the ground.

All the previous ideas about this battle were invalidated at the moment when Lin Yuan returned the sword.

He didn't know how strong the other was, just as he didn't know how strong the master was.

Just as just now, the other side just wants to pull out the sword and pull out the sword. It is easy and convenient to pick up a long-awaited knife.

You don't even need to cross the sword on the mountain to smash the moon, clear the light, and just take a ‘青云出岫’, you can also play him like a dog.

Faced with this situation, most people will be desperate. What's more, Lin Yuan has returned to the second sword, and the jackdaw is flying in the distance, and the dead branches are destroyed. More than ten miles under the foot of the mountain, shrouded in the sword of the Sen Ran sharp, like a network of overwhelming.

Yan Xun spit out the blood, and the back of his hand wiped a corner of his mouth. Don't quit, take out the knife again.

This knife has no golden light, and it is not so fast, because he has no longer relied on the power of the mountain guard.

From the squally winds, the snow and grass are smashed into powder and rise high, but they are avoiding themselves at the edge of the blade. Yan Xing formed an absolute vacuum in front of him, and he took out the passage in the network of Lin Yuangui.

The water knife and the second month of the sword!

The general sword of the weaving net quickly gathered back, Lin Yuan returned to the wrist and pressed the sword, and the force of Wan Hao ran along the intersection of the knife and the sword.

He let the other party first shot, it is a ritual. It is respectful to go all out now.

At the foot of Yan Xing, the land trembled and sank three inches. The gravel collapsed and the spider web cracked deep. The sword is pressed down by the blade, just like the entire cross-cutting mountain is pressed against the wrist, and the carpal bone is overwhelmed and gives a crisp crack.

"boom--"

Yan Xing's entire line of broken kites generally flies backwards, the ground is pulled out of the pit, and the smoke is filled.

His ribs also broke two, and the coughed blood mixed with debris from the organs, covered with dust and blood. With the knife to support the ground, there is no kneeling on the ground. The remnant sword gas raged in his veins, and the pain of sharp bones was heard.

Can not help but wake up to realize that how can the knife cut off the water, the opposite person is not water, but the mountain.

It is hard to climb steel.

Then he used his left hand to tear off the broken sleeves and flexibly tied to the right wrist. Tighten the handle to the wrist. After completing this action, he was cold and sweaty and his face was pale and bloodless.

The real element in the body began to burn wildly, and his eyes burned like a fire, and the sword in the veins was temporarily suppressed, and the Yan line once again slashed!

The battlefield of Junyi and Yushi was in the sky above his head, and the magnificent mountain gate was behind him.

How can I retire.

*******

The surging cloud sea, the rest of the world is holding hands, the look is very indifferent.

"After tonight, there is no inheritance in the world."

Just think of this, let him be very happy.

He will kill the monarch, and the other few will die in the hands of the demon, or die in front of the gates of the mountains, no different. In his view, Duan Chongxuan has a special status. Now he inherits the North Lutong system and naturally cannot be a sword disciple.

Wei Jingfeng has a lot of glory, but the meteor is fleeting. After death, even a legacy can't stay. After thousands of years, who would remember that there was a sword saint? It’s so happy.

Wei Jingfeng’s madness is always awkward, and it’s really retribution.

Yu Shixiang, for this day, it is worthwhile to enter the magic.

As night falls, the shadow of the sword of the Gossip gossip continues to expand until it obscures the half of the sky, like the ancient behemoth that was chosen in the dark. In contrast, the golden light of the Hushan array was eclipsed.

Chunshan smiled and felt the other party's killing intentions, shaking in the hands of Jun Hao.

They stand still in the clouds.

This level of fighting is far beyond the concept of the trick. Just as Rong Rong was far away on the Hengduan Mountain, it would become a sea of ​​blood. Yu Shi’s gossip sword is also everywhere in the sea of ​​clouds. If there is no barrier between the monarch and the guardian mountain, this overwhelming silence is enough to make the six peaks of the Yashan Mountain collapse.

Jun Hao faced the side and felt this terrible power.

Chunshan smiled in his hand, fighting each other on the top of the horizon, fighting with thousands of swords.

Yu Shixiang, but it is a peak of Mahayana. How can it be so powerful that it can reverse the sky? The difference between the five years of monasticism between them is more than the gap between the heavens and the gullies.

Unless the other party can break through the Azov overnight, this kind of battle is meaningless, just the difference between the length of support.

When he thought of it, he could not help but sigh, "Even if you have never been robbed, there is no difference between the old man and the saint."

He got a secret method to improve his strength in a short period of time, as one of the exchange conditions with Rong Rong. Yu Shi is confident that if the stunned wind is still in the world, he can also slap the other side under the sword.

Junxi seriously corrected him. "It is not a saint, it is a pseudo-holy."

There is no ridicule and rebuttal, the tone is calm, as if only to state the facts.

This is the first sentence he said tonight, saying that he is like a sword, and that the heart of the ruthless Yasheng Peak is also angry.

Yu Shi said coldly, "Looking for death."

The huge Baoji gossip sword virtual shadow is fast and solid, breaking the wind and wearing the clouds, stabbing to Jun.

******

Except for the Taoist wars millions of years ago, no war can surpass this night, whether it is the scope of war or the repair of the participants. On five continents, the practitioners of the Tenth* are fighting, or on their way to the battlefield. In the fierce bloodshed, the night is extraordinarily long.

Yin Yin is in front of the Changyuan Temple, and the twelve magical powers have started to fight from day to day, and they have been hitting the night. The Changyuan Temple did not know what structure, what strange materials were used, and the sharp swords and powerful attacks could only leave shallow scratches.

However, there are no snow and dry grass in the square, and only the cracks that are not deep at the bottom are scattered, and the battle is fierce.

The more Yin Yin was only slightly injured, but the face was bloodless, his expression was exhausted, and the sword was not as accurate as before. In fact, he was able to stay up to the present under such siege, only to reveal the weakness of the subsequent weakness, in the eyes of those who are powerful, it is already incredible fighting power.

After all, they have dominated the East Coast for a long time, and the experience of realm and combat should have been far better than this young man. Nowadays, each of the twelve people has suffered injuries, and they wait until the other side is tired. It is rumored that the swordsmen are the best at the enemy, and they are weak and strong. It really makes sense.

The sword of Yin Yue is like a cold water, and it is very powerful. It’s just that the real yuan is not good. It’s half an inch to the right, and Jianqi passes the opponent. Back to the sword, the empty door behind him opened wide.

A rare flaw, a chance to kill each other, fleeting, not much thinking.

The direction of the twelve people changed rapidly, and the five strongest people who worked as the strongest went all out, and they made a decisive decision without any scruples. As long as the rest of the people can restrain the Yin, the battle will end.

"boom--"

In the darkness of the night, the earth trembles, and the tides of the sea tide are wrapped in earth and stone.

However, the expected scene did not appear, but the sound of the sharp edge piercing the flesh is particularly clear and harsh.

The five people attacked the moment of defeat, the heart was not good, and the heart was cool, and the severe pain spread. I didn't even have time to look back, and I kept my unbelievable look down on the ground.

Yin Yue showed his body shape behind the five people, and the remaining swords were arrogant and arrogant. The whole person was in the dust that was rolled up. The Thunder hit a hand, he no longer loves the battle, and the interval between the beggars has been highlighted, rushing to the direction of the snow-capped peaks.

The change is too fast, and the living people can't believe it. In such a fierce battle, the opponent's air machine is locked in a deadlock, how to get out of it, and so fast and so fast, complete the anti-killing?

Yin Yin has appeared in the eyes of more than a few miles, and his body shape is only a glimpse. When it appears again, it has reached the foot of Xuefeng!

His fastest way to step on the mountain, no one has revealed a half point in the battle. Just to wait until the moment, a sword kills five people, and then gets out of trouble. This is much faster than his individual breaks, just need more patience and endurance.

He is surrounded by the violent output of the real yuan, like burning the spirit, almost at the speed of breaking through the space, successively rushing through the twelve sentry posts, rushing directly above the snow peaks!

The magical powers who are chasing behind him are even more shocked than they are. They must rush to the snowfields. Even if the Golden Palace is not in the house, the snow-capped peaks are not good. There are not only the disciples of the Golden Palace, but also the Devils of the Snow Mountain. What is the difference between self-investment and net?

Is this person running out of the wrong way, or is it completely crazy? !