MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Eighty-three thirty-five

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Zuo Mo’s pupil suddenly shrank.

Throughout the war, there was a very short silence, and everyone was shocked by the change in front of me.

Boom!

Countless groups of fires, rising from the camp, and endless, the vast camp is shrouded in a sea of ​​fire. Many soldiers were caught off guard, and the explosion was raging, and the entire battlefield was in a mess.

Zuo Mo took a breath, and he finally knew who the old man was.

Tianhuan elders!

Except for the old man who is so old and fast, and has an incomparable rumor in the pattern, who can detonate the entire camp's entire ban in an instant?

The elder elders scared the left Modu. The level of Xi Xuan's symbol is not high, and the level of prohibition in the camp is not high. However, it is necessary to detonate all the bans. How terrible it is!

Sure enough, it is the first person in today's gods!

This hand, then Zuo Mo also sighs Fu Ru, he certainly can't do it.

The Department of Warfare is not good at prohibition, but the prohibition under the cloth is not high, and it is beaten up, but there are not too many casualties. If it is Mo Yunhai, the ban on the position will burst...

Left Mo is a sly, shudder!

The fire sea formed by the ban on the explosion also completely disrupted the war zone of the Yuan Dynasty, and there was a sea of ​​fire in the camp.

I don’t know who is blowing his throat and roaring in the fire: "Protect the adults!"

Soon, all corners of the position, roaring one after another.

"Protect adults!"

"Protect adults!"

......

In the flames of the sky, those tenacious figures radiated with a slight radiance, and the gods on them resisted the flames. They did not hesitate, did not retreat, and rushed toward the camp center.

Running, running in the flames, their faces were smoky, their hair began to burn, and their scarred faces were not afraid. Quickly form a formation along the way, even at this time, their superb tactical literacy is fully demonstrated.

The soldiers who were exploding in the air, climbed up as they landed, and rushed into the flame without hesitation.

Everyone can't help but shake the scene in front of them.

At this time, the situation was suddenly changed.

boom!

Among the fires, a **** red column with a dazzling straightness like a sword rises into the sky. The light column is overgrown and straight into the sky, and even if it is a skylight, it cannot hide its light.

Sword meaning!

A strong sword!

Sang Dong stopped, and he looked up at his face like a beast-like face. At this time, he could not help but reveal a bit of horror.

The blood-red beam of light is like a peerless giant sword. It seems to pierce the sky, and the arrogant swordsmanship makes the heavens and the earth eclipse!

Around the light column, countless dazzling swordsmanship is raging, it is the flame, but also cut by the sharp and sharp swordsman.

that person……

Sang Dong did not think that in this world, there are still people who will give him such a terrible sense of oppression. This level of oppression, he only experienced in the elders.

Inside the light column, the figure of a sword is slowly floating.

Wei Sheng!

For most people, they are famous for this name, but they have never seen a real person. Mo Yunhai Wei Sheng, one of the strongest in the world, the strongest sword repair outside Kunlun! His name is a legend.

Such a strong person can have such a style!

However, at this time, everyone in Tianhuan had no time to feel, they almost changed, everyone seemed to have an illusion, Wei Sheng was watching him!

Those who are weaker in strength think that they are locked by the air machine.

Only Sang Dong and others know that this is just the illusion of the other's oppressive feelings. However, their faces are equally ugly, which shows that Wei Sheng's strength has reached a point of horror!

In the blood-colored column, Wei Sheng slowly raised the **** sword in his hand.

Almost instantaneously, the **** red light column of the sharp and sleek, constantly gathering the blood swords in the hands of Wei Sheng, gave people an illusion that the entire light column collapsed and contracted.

When the last point of light is inhaled into the blood sword, the blood sword is like a red-hot, showing a fascinating glow.

It’s so bright that people can’t look straight.

Originally, the air rushed through the slashing swordsmanship, as if the blood sword in Wei Sheng’s hands was sharply taken. However, it did not make everyone feel a sense of looseness, but the unusual feeling of emptyness gave a strong hunch to everyone. The next blow must be like a storm!

Wei Sheng in the air, open his eyes, like **** eyes, reflecting the world.

The wrist trembled and a sword swayed out.

A dazzling blood red sword, suddenly appeared in the eyes of everyone.

All the light between heaven and earth seems to have been taken away by this sword.

The burning flame of the camp, under this sword, was silent at the same time. The people in the flames of the war were crowded at this time, and some of them did not respond.

Wei Sheng’s goal of this sword is directed at the elders.

The elders looked up and looked as usual. They stretched out a finger and made a virtual point in the air.

A thin, bright beam of light like a spider web blasts from his fingertips. These dense beams, like crazy vines, expand outward at an alarming rate.

God pattern!

Zuo Mo’s pupil couldn’t help but shrink again, and the big elder’s fingertips grew a **** pattern!

day!

What is this means!

Zuo Mo saw someone for the first time and was able to outline a **** in the air. Zuo Mo is so stunned that he is sketching in the air, he is sketching in his heart, it is extremely difficult!

A **** pattern is formed in the air.

At the moment when the gods are formed, the sky is thundering, and the clouds are pressing, like the end.

Wei Sheng’s **** red swordsman’s swaying, screaming on the gods!

The gods are trembled!

Suddenly bright light, like a sword, piercing the thick clouds above the head, countless thunders walking around the clouds seem to find catharsis points, dozens of arms thick lightning, heavy bombing on Wei Sheng's swordsman.

Shining the magical swordsmanship, struggling for a moment, crashing!

The gods are still growing!

Like a vine-like beam, it grows continually. It grows along the body of the elders, constantly beaming, and drilling into the elders. There is no painful look on the faces of the elders.

In a twinkling of an eye, the elders are heavily wrapped in the gods, and the figure is blurred.

The thunder of the sky is even more amazing, with constant lightning and squatting on the gods. However, those slender beams, as if they were able to absorb lightning, did not change at all.

Wei Sheng was so moved. The sword he had just passed through the previous momentum, almost reached his peak, but still took the other side helpless.

So strong!

Wei Sheng’s eyes were fixed on the great elders in the wrap of the gods. He could feel that the other’s eyes were on him.

Wei Sheng’s heart not only did not have a little fear, but felt that the war was burning in the body!

How lucky it is to be able to meet such a tyrannical opponent!

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Zuo Mo was also deeply shocked!

He never thought that someone's rumors of the gods could achieve such a terrible degree. The sword of the master, after the previous gains, can be described as being born, he has already felt amazing, but such a stunning sword, can not shake the other side.

Both sides stand taller!

At this time, he is not allowed to think more.

Deciding on Mo Yunhai’s first battle is today!

Zuo Mo took a deep breath and climbed to the extreme, screaming: "Kill!"

He took the lead in rushing toward the elders, and the ghosts followed closely. Others immediately flew down and looked for their opponents. The battle at that level is not that they can intervene at all. The chief and ring master on the ground is their goal.

The fighting situation immediately fell into a stalemate.

This is after the devastating disaster, so the biggest master of the outbreak is a melee!

In this small battlefield, there are almost masters of Mo Yunhai and Tianhuan. The Department of Warfare is constantly being pushed out of the battlefield, and their strength has not been able to play a role in this level of fighting. The aftermath of each of these masters' collisions is not something they can afford.

Has nothing to do with the will.

In the small camp, the concentration of the masters reached an astonishing level, and the battle was fierce. Like the iron-like gas, the plowed the ground like an iron plow. All the bigger rocks, all broken and then shattered.

There is no end to the crit of the ear, like a raindrop, there is no stopping.

There was only one place in the entire camp, and there was no sound at all.

The camp is in the center!

Over the center of the camp, the three figures are in the shape of a character, and the big elders hiding in the gods are surrounded.

The four people were so arrogant and did not say a word.

Zuo Mo's whole body is full of power, and the gods can't bear the strength of the sun's power. It suddenly turns into a flame and flakes from Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo’s upper body was exposed, and the whole body was like a layer of gold liquid. The dark golden muscles were sharp and angular, full of power and beauty. His eyes are dark and golden, and he looks majestic and indifferent.

The chain of the ghost's forehead is imprinted with a faint glow, and the purple eyes of both eyes are as rich as the essence. Tightly wrapped in a gray crystal-like [undead ghost], covered with a layer of faint purple flame, burning silently. She seems to be hiding in the darkness of the darkness, floating in it, but it is impossible to lock her specific position.

Wei Sheng still stands with the sword just like that. The **** sword in his hand is like a fierce beast. He opens his mouth and breathes strong and powerful.

Huh, 嘶, 呼, 嘶...

The strange breathing sounds with a heart-rending power.

Only Wei Sheng can clearly feel the blood sword in his hand and become excited. Obviously, the enemy in front of it makes it excited.

As if the intense bloodthirsty impulses that emerged from the depths of the heart, they repeatedly impacted Wei Sheng’s heart.

Wei Sheng’s mind is still not a trace of flaws, his palms, holding the excitement and screaming blood sword.

The savage sword in his hand can't shake his mind.

His gaze, staring at the great elders in the gods.

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