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Chapter 1254:Ancient Sacred Spirit Sword

That powerful force suddenly time is like a rush of torrent, raging.

A hundred miles and nine times, they will never turn back, and the powerful spirit will rush out and directly rush to that point.

I know that there is a "bang" in the sword pool.

The sudden sound was so powerful that the whole sword pool was slightly emitting a sigh.

“Hang on to be!”

With the shooting down of the mighty one, the long swords in the whole sword pool also danced wildly.

They swung in the air until at last all the silver swords flew up, forming a tornado, rapidly twisting and rising inside the sword pool.

Until the end, the hundreds of long swords slowly turned into a sharp sword in front of the hundred miles and nine emperors.

The “bombing” appeared in his view.

The long sword was surrounded by a sharp silver light, and from the top of the head, the sound of "studded" and directly into the sword pool below.

Immediately, a silent sword suddenly struck from below.

The hundred-nine emperor was being shocked by the huge silver sword that suddenly turned into, and at this moment suddenly the root of the sword's air pressure did not pay attention.

One did not check, and felt a sting at the fingertips.

Followed by, Bailiu felt that a red line flowed from the fingertips, and the momentary effort flew toward the silver sword that insisted on it.

Fortunately, the sword did not require much blood.

But with the bright red blood infused into the silver sword, the color of the sword will shine a red light, like a red gemstone, emitting a glittering light.

However, the scarlet light only lasted for an instant and disappeared immediately.

Immediately, the silver sword shook inside the pool of swords.

The "buzz" vibration sounded throughout the sword pool, and the whole sword pool trembled slightly.

The silver sword suddenly rose from the inside of the sword pool, and the next second it flew in the direction of the hundred miles and nine emperors.

In the moment when the silver sword flew, he quickly reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Buzz--" As the hundred-nine emperor held the silver sword in his hand, he instinctively felt that the long sword in his hand came a slight hum, followed by a slight hum, and immediately saw that the silver sword suddenly curved slightly, towards the hundred miles and nine emperors.

The hook, and then slightly rubbed on him, that indescribable to make people feel cute, almost and this domineering dangerous sword pool can not be hung at all.

But the hundred-nine emperors obviously felt more one-sided contact in his own body.

That connection, after the final confirmation, almost excited and excited.

He did not expect that the reward after the breakout in the sword pool was such a powerful sword, and this ancient sword had another excellent name.

It is called the Sword of the Holy Spirit!

The tens of thousands of silver swords that originally existed in the whole sword pool have long been quenched into the ancient sword of the Holy Spirit.

It also indicates that the whole sword pool is for this.

And this power in the ancient sword of the Holy Spirit is also the strength derived from almost all the famous swords, which can be counterbalanced by ordinary divine law tools.

At the thought of this, and once again felt the power contained in the sword, and the whole person felt excited.

I didn’t think I could have had such an opportunity.

With this ancient sword of the Holy Spirit, coupled with its own current strength, it is indeed enough to see.

...

As the players spend more time in Hongmeng, the deeper they go into the hinterland, the more danger they exist.

Along the way, the players who reached the hinterland of Hongmeng have long been few and far between.

In addition to Mu Yunxiang, Baili Jiu and Beito Zi three are still in the world, and almost all the rest that remain are disciples of the strength of the major families.

And the power of the cloud is only the first order of the spirit of the emperor, in the eyes of everyone is a small weak chicken scum waste actually all the way to today, can be described as shocking.

Even the elders sent by the four major colleges waiting outside Hongmeng looked at the many players coming out from inside, and they did not think how, but felt normal.

After all, the danger in Hongmeng is heavy, and it is an ancient battlefield left over from the ancient period, and the danger in the interior is naturally not something that ordinary people can resist.

Although they have minimized the danger inside, they have not opened the Hongmengjian battlefield with the greatest damage, but even so, it is enough for these players to eat a pot.

The elders of the four major colleges have also looked at the direction of the Hongmeng exit.

Watching one disciple after another being transmitted, his face could not help but carry a little sigh.

The strength of this group of disciples who came was still good, but it could be left to the end, and it was mostly a little disappointed.

“Why didn’t I see that bastard, he wouldn’t die straight in it?”

Suddenly, a player asked incredulously.

"How can it be that each of our players is carrying a card, and if there is danger, it will be transmitted directly!"

"Cut, that's us, that the first-order waste of the Ling Emperor knows a hair, and it is uncertain that even the transmission card is too late to take it out and hang it directly!"

“Hahaha...”

A few people talked in a low voice, but the look on the faces of the players who were thrown out from the clouds was a gloomy thud.

The elders of the four major colleges were not surprised: "The first-order player of the spirit emperor has not yet come out?"

“It doesn’t seem to be yet!”

"That's strange, the first-order players of the Mophea Emperor have always been hidden and can't be hidden?"

"Impossible, the strength of these players is absolutely real, but I am more inclined to the first-order player is dead!"

“That’s not very good to say!”

Some of the elders were also confused.

However, within the Hongmengjian realm, people feel that the first order of the Ling Emperor is dead, and at this moment, the little white tiger continues to inherit the power of the white tiger in the tomb of the white tiger.

When the original more white tiger power flowed from all around to the little white tiger.

The whole body of the little white tiger is also gradually changing dramatically.

With the absorption of the power of inheritance, the original small body of the little white tiger has more than doubled.

It looks a little deep looking at the clouds.

She was obviously able to clearly feel the power of the little white tiger in a little gathering, and then a little bit of growth.

This time, the growth of the little white tiger is different from any previous, once the little white tiger accepts the success of the inheritance, then it will be a big help for the little white tiger itself, or for Muyunxiang.

Day by day, Mu Yun did not know how the other players outside.

I don't know if the two people of Bei Fujizi and Baili Jiu are still in Hongmeng.

She was in the same place to protect the little white tiger to accept the power of inheritance for eight days, eight days, the town tomb beast has been guarding the white tiger tomb outside.

Eight days later, the white white tiger power that finally surrounded the little white tiger has been absorbed.

“Hiccup—”

The little white tiger, which was full of food and drink, absorbed all the power of the white tiger, finally satisfies a hiccup, and then opened a pair of bright and foggy eyes.

The eyes were against the crystal clear light, and the light was between the bright eyes, and there was a spiritual state.

Then, when the big eyes of the little white tiger fell on the cloud, the little white tiger suddenly glared, and the hair under the body of the real body became different in an instant.

Followed by, Mu Yunxi saw that the little white tiger was no longer a very small figure at the moment of kung fu directly in the direction of the cloud.

Mu Yunxiang had not yet fully reacted, and suddenly saw that the little white tiger had already squatted in the direction of the cloud, almost more than the white tiger king standing on the side.

“The little master!”

The sound of the little white tiger is not like the soft sound before, and the little white tiger at this moment is flowing with the mighty air of the white tiger king, and the little guy with the initial milk sound is almost like two people.

The cloud rubbed the little white head, and the white soft hair was very warm.It also makes Mu Yunxi once he has a hand, he can't let go, and the white tiger that inherits the power of the white tiger feels that even the hair on his body has become more gentle and delicate.

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