Tink!

The sword collided with the golden armour, and the sharp breath that made the people's hearts trembled suddenly bloomed.

A thousand cold gold U war armor, suddenly out of thin air more than a white mark, white marks under a small crack, as if as long as a little deeper, Jinwu armor will be completely broken.

She knows how strong the defense of the golden wreaks, but at this moment it was actually destroyed to look like this, I believe that if there is no protection of Jinwu armor, a thousand cold bodies have been broken.

And what shocked her even more was the breath of the sword, which was a strong breath.

Having seen many strong people, she can be sure that she is not using it.

It's the sword!

She could not imagine how to master the meaning of the sword in the realm of Mo, and none of the great wind and thundercotta had mastered the meaning of the sword, and the young disciples who were separated from a spiritual realm had mastered such strength.

Mo left in the battle with her, even retained such a terrible bottom card, which makes the heart of the powerful moon spirit can not help but a moment of gloom.

Not only the moon spirit, almost everyone can see what the breath in Mo is from the body at this time.

“Less than... little lord he...”

Lin Wu's mouth stuttered a little, and the speech was unfavorable, as if the tongue were knotted.

“Look at how the little lord resounds the name of my departure from the world!”

Chen Yun's eyes flashed a hint of sigh, even though he already knew the strongest card, but this second time witnessed it with his eyes, but it made his heart surging.

The people swallowed their spit, and when they met Mo for the first time, they stood beside him, and Chen Yun and Li Motian, who were standing next to him, looked respectfully.

At that time, they also wondered why they were proud of heaven, and why they would be so respectful to a generation.

Now it seems that the two Chen Yuns should have known this long ago, and may even have personally lost under the intention of the sword, so that they would be so respectful.

Meng's appearance was equally shocking, but soon turned to calm.

He knew that the strength of Mo left must be more than that, but he did not expect that the bottom card of Mo left was actually the meaning of the sword.

But he was Mo, even if such a shocking thing was put on him, could make Meng Weifan quickly accept it.

But his heart sighed slightly: "I thought that with the help of my father's power can catch up with you, I did not expect..."

“Impossible!”

Xia Houquan and Xia Hou more and more eyes, in any case can not believe that this force is the meaning of the sword.

Zhou Guangli, Meng's innocence, and Baili wind are all incredulous colors, even if they are not separated from the master's section of virtue, it is also extremely shocked.

There are hundreds of millions of eyes outside the light curtain, all open mouths, how have they ever seen such a young junior mastered such a terrible thing.

The old man of the Heavenly Pavilion looked gently at the middle-aged man, with a deep shock in his voice: "But the sword?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed and nodded slowly: "It is the meaning of the sword, and it has reached the stage of small formation."

The old man of the Heavenly Machine turned his head, and the voice sighed: "The talent is vertical and horizontal, and the air is unrivaled."

In a short word, the old man's shock of leaving has been expressed.

The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed and he didn’t know what he was thinking.

The old man saw the appearance, and moved in his heart: “What, do you want to accept?”

The middle-aged man looked deeply at the figure and whispered: "The sword is one, can not be taught, but one or two can be pointed out."

The old man smiled, and it seemed that his old man really had this idea.

Gosh!

Thousands of cold figures quickly retreated, and each foot stepped on the ground to crack.

After hundreds of steps, the figure of a thousand cold finally stopped.

Above the golden armor is a white mark and a glimmer of cracks, especially the armor covering the right palm, almost all of which can be seen through the armor of the battle, enough to see how much the armor has been hurt.

The right hand trembled slightly, and there was a glimmer of blood on it, and that powerful force was severely damaged by his right hand through the armor of the battle.

He suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Mo: “The sword?”

Although he had already guessed the answer, he still couldn't help but want to ask the exit, and he wanted to get a personal answer.

At the same time, a thousand cold-initiated the power of life, want to recover the injury of the right hand, but the power of life is extremely difficult to advance, because it rarely penetrates the sword of armor, and the continuous power of life will be extinguished, so thousands of cold have to stimulate more death to counter the meaning of the sword.

Mo left holding the sword of the spirit, smiled faintly: "This world can be comparable to the power of life and death, not only the power of life and death."

This is not an answer to the answer, let a thousand cold a little silent.

After a long time, he said again, "I take back what I just said."

He was facing the sword for the first time, and he did not know how great the sword meant to improve a monk, but he only knew that his heart was trembling.

The sharp breath of his body, let his heart tremble, which is a self-reaction in the face of a powerful enemy.

But even if the opponent has the intention of the sword, he is a thousand cold, he has nothing to fear!

“Let me see how powerful the sword is!”

The war was unprecedentedly high, and a thousand colds themselves did not realize that now there was only one thing in his heart, defeating Mo Wei!

In other words, defeat the sword.

He wanted to prove to all the world that the sword was not invincible!

Blow up!

The golden flame is all over, the broken golden armor begins to heal rapidly, and between a breath is to become perfect again, and the mighty wind is fierce.

The golden flame in the pupil is burning, thousands of cold tigers walking, and the blood is boiling.

Tw!

As if to feel the excitement in his body, from his blood, a long-sea ancient breath finally awakened, behind him, a faint three-legged shadow slowly emerged, looking up.

A thousand cold black hair suddenly covered with a layer of golden inflamed, a mysterious pattern appeared above the golden wreath, like a real three-legged golden wu wing.

The surrounding air is evaporated clean in an instant, giving a sense of suffocation.

The thousands of colds at this moment are like a real three-legged golden wow through time and space, boundless overbearing.

Howl!

Behind him, the long-sinned dragon shadow re-emerged, and behind him a huge dragon-shaped shadow.

The two behemoths seem to travel through time and space, and meet again in this arena.

Mo left the whole body of blood boiling, and the dragon shadow behind it seemed to bring him endless power of blood, so that he had a feeling of not vomiting at this time.

“Haha, that’s a fight!”

The war is high, and Mo is moving forward with the same stride forward.

A golden flame burning fist, a black and white spirit sword, hit together.

The sword blooms, the power of life and death is vigorous, the spirit is stirring, and the power of blood boilsing.

The whole field of fighting was completely covered in the moment by the power of several terrors.