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A barley sword?

There was an inexplicable surprise in the eyes of the three men on the mountain.

Of course, they could see that the green cymbal sword was not a magic weapon, but a long sword of ordinary style.

But the three did not dare to care, the Taoist was too strong, but stood calmly, but stood like a mighty mountain, facing the cliffs, and there was a danger of being broken.

"dead!"

Jia An gave a cold snoring, the sword fingers were pinched, and the flying sword spread around the peacock as if the peacock opened the screen. The bright light illuminated the night sky:

"I will teach you to dominate the world. I will dominate the world. I will teach the Lord the gods. The gods are immeasurable. Your enlightenment is not easy. Are you really going to be invincible with me?"

Jianxiu's intuition is the most keen. He has been practicing sword for decades, and his heart is full of wisdom.

But after seeing this Taoist man in white clothing, his sword heart seemed to be dusty, turning ineffective, and his heart was in danger. Otherwise, with his original temperament, he would have been cut out with a sword.

Where can there be so much nonsense.

"I thought you would say, no one in heaven or earth can save me."

An Qisheng flicked his fingers, the scabbard was shattered silently, and the three-foot sword body appeared like a wave of water:

"At this point, still thinking about turning around, should you say that you are ridiculous, or sad?"

Hum ~

The voice has not yet landed.

On the top of the mountain, Jia An can no longer bear it, stamping his feet, screaming, and his sword between his hair, the flying sword swells like a dragon:

"Then you will die and live !!!!"

Wow!

In a short time, the sword light was like rain, like a waterfall, rolling down like Tianhe, and once illuminated the entire lonely mountain.

The flying sword is so hot that the sword is like a waterfall.

One sword is issued, more than ten million swords, and the countless sword lights are not scattered, but are intertwined with each other, forming a sword light dragon after the flying sword.

With the flying sword slamming down!

The power of Feijian is by no means comparable. Wherever it goes, whether it is grass or mud, it disappears instantly, but it is cut into particles smaller than dust by this extremely sharp gas.

An Qisheng lifted his eyes and saw that the sword-light long dragon was vivid and vivid, but the sword-light was interspersed with interlacing, denser than the best fish scale armor in the world, like a true dragon scale.

This sword, he recognized, was the first form of Tianyi Jiu asked, Tianlong Yin.

He knew more than once. In his dreams, he had seen Jia An's display of this sword to compete with others more than once. He had even seen his cultivation experience from scratch.

An Qisheng gently stroked the sword with his fingers, and a layer of divine light followed him, and deep in his soul, the royal power sword in the rebirth land glowed with a faint light, followed by the current and submerged into the sword.

The king power sword is invisible and can play a hundred soldiers. However, it still needs a carrier in the dream. The material of this green sword is medium, but it can also carry its power temporarily.

When the mighty air flow filled the clouds, the stegosaurus fell down.

An Qisheng flicked his sword into the air!

Bang!

Seems like a thunderstorm!

On the top of the mountain, the two Taoists shook involuntarily, only to feel that the heavens and the earth were instantly filled with a breath of great forest chill.

You don't need to look down, you've seen a dazzling sword of light that can't be described.

For a moment, this sword light seemed to have penetrated the clouds and night, like a bridge between heaven and earth!

"This sword ..."

Jian An's eyes shrank, Jia An's pupils shrank.

This Jian Guang is restrained, but inside it seems to contain a world, not just Jian Guang.

In between, he seemed to see water, wind, mountains, rivers, birds, beasts, fish, and even the sun, moon, and stars in this sword!

It seems that the sword contains the world.

In an instant, his heart was cold, and the mana in his body surged out from the fingers of the sword, agitating the ubiquitous essence of heaven and earth in the heavens and the earth, and the most violent sword atmosphere erupted.

Uh ~

Thousands of times of gold-iron collision sounded through the lonely mountain.

The mountains and rivers are swaying, the vegetation is gray, the sky, the ground, the mountains, and the mountains all seem to have become the ocean of swords.

Seeing this scene, the two Taoists behind Jia An were about to suffocate, shocked beyond words.

Whether it's Jia An, the sword dragon, or the white Taoist man flicking a sword, it is enough to kill them ten times and a hundred times of terrifying power, how can they shake in their hearts.

boom!

It seemed that at the moment, the sound of millions of gold-iron collisions was ended by a louder loud noise.

The air waves and winds rolled back, and the smoke and dust rolled up on the lonely mountain. If anyone saw this scene in the distance, they would find that the lonely mountain's peak had been flattened.

The mountains are all smaller.

The mountains and trees were swept away, and there were no leaves left to be strangled by the fierce sword.

An Qisheng flicked the dust that did not exist on the sleeve robe, and the long sword in front of him flew away in gray:

"Birth and death, you are not worthy."

Facing such humiliation, Jia An had no response.

The palm of his palm trembled forward, and he couldn't hold his fingers together, but where could he close it. His face was pale and ghostly, and the bright colors in his eyes were completely dim:

"I'm not willing ..."

Without the slightest scar, he was dead.

The sword is its destiny, and the sword is broken. There is no reason to say that there is never a victory or defeat between sword repairs, only life and death.

Until he died, he didn't believe he died like that.

How dare he?

How dare he really kill me ...

"what!"

Jia An is dead under a sword.

The high and low Taoists were all mad and made a roar, and at the same time they took a step forward, and then turned around and fled.

Uh ~

The two escaped, but they were stiff, and had been penetrated by two stones to penetrate the Mana Qi field. They were infused from the back of the brain, and the blood brain puffed out of the brow.

By this time, the mana field of the practitioner had no secret for An Qisheng.

In his eyes, the mana field of two young monks who hadn't even succeeded in their lives seemed like paper.

Even under the blessing of his divine will, there was no chance to even be a ghost.

Huh ~

As soon as An Qisheng's body moved, he had risen to the top of the lonely mountain that had been leveled, and before it had become a ruined Taoist temple, Jia An could not stand.

"It's weird ..."

An Qisheng frowned slightly, his palm was scratched, and a green light had been caught in his palm.

Killing, he is professional, and killing soul is not a big problem for him.

The king power sword itself is non-qi and non-god. Under the blessing of his divine will, it is cut with one sword, which not only cuts the body but also kills the soul.

Only at the last moment, Jia An's soul seemed to be a little different.

It was this abnormal change that made him fail to do all his work, cutting only half of the sword, and the other half suddenly disappeared, seemingly to enter the space of different degrees, making him too late to kill.

After all, he couldn't break through the void at this time.

"Rescued?"

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and Jia An's memory appeared in his heart.

It was just in his memory that there was no memory in this regard.

However, he can also figure it out.

There is still a life-saving thing given by Ruyi Monk on that virtue, but this is not on Jia An. He was a little surprised before. Now, there is some means to want to come.

"It was just that I was cut off. The three souls and seven souls lost two souls and four souls, and they were saved, but they are just ghosts with dementia ..."

An Qisheng smiled slightly and crushed the green fire in his palm:

"But I don't know if Yuan Shen is real. Is there any way to complement his soul?"

.......

Daqing Wangdu.

Providence teaches the general altar, somewhere in a small courtyard.

A young boy was cleaning the courtyard carefully, and suddenly heard that there was a change in the room, first a moment, then his face changed greatly:

"Oops, shouldn't it be the mouse that pushed the uncle, the ancestors' light?"

His heart was pounding and he trot into the room.

This room is ordinary and inconspicuous, but inside it is a life lamp that teaches many 'real people'.

As soon as he entered, he saw that the ninth life lamp in the third row of the left genus had gone out, and fell down, and couldn't help it:

"Uncle Jia, Uncle Jia's life lamp is out!"

"Ok?!"

While Dao Tong shouted, a middle-aged Taoist priest meditating not far away suddenly stood up: "Master Jia is dead?"

His expression was furious, and the Providence had not suffered casualties for decades.

How about a disciple?

Jia An's death was reported instantaneously, only a few moments before and after, Xiao Feng had learned about it.

"Jia An, he is in charge of Liangzhou, who is it, virtue, or ..."

Xiao Feng's eyes flashed, his body disappeared in place, reappeared, and he had already come to a ground palace that was 100 feet underground.

"Vice Archbishop!"

Several disciples guarding the palace bowed down.

"Jia An's life light has gone out, where is his spare body? Take me quickly!"

Xiao Feng said lightly.

There are not a lot of true disciple disciples in Tianyi Church, and it is better to give life-saving things as they came to the hospital, because every disciple disciple has the voice of the lamp, and there are no less than ten useful bodies.

These husks were replaced after the death of the disciples, or they were injured by limbs, or they were replaced after aging.

Jia An is dead?

Several disciples in the palace were shocked, and immediately responded, "Yes!"

Immediately, the door of the palace opened.

In the palace, there was a dimly lit small room.

A little girl with a yellow complexion hugged her legs and curled up in the corner, watching the bed as if she had become a human brother, and trembling.

On the bed, a blue-eyed little boy, Carp, couldn't help but stand up, and the groaning board groaned. His mouth even shouted a name:

"Pei Yuanhua ..."

"Brother, brother ..."

The little girl's tears could not stop falling, her heart was sorrowful, afraid, and helpless.

"Ok?!"

The door opened ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The little girl shivered.

Looking at the little boy continually twitching, his face turned blue and twisted like a fish jumping out of a pan, and Xiao Feng's face suddenly became iron blue:

"What about the soul ?!"

Behind the scenes of the two Providence disciples watching this scene, their faces suddenly changed.

This state is clearly a lack of soul, something that can only happen if the consciousness of this body cannot be suppressed.

call!

Xiao Feng raised his hand, grabbed the little boy in his hand, and whispered:

"wake up!"

If the little boy was thundered, he opened his eyes, and white foam flowed from his mouth:

"Mother, I want sugar, hee hee ..."