This fall of the peaks rings in an instant! That’s a sword!
Several swords come out of their sheaths and go straight to the sky with firm but gentle force!
A number of Jiange brothers from the peaks of Kunlun Shenmai have got up and raised their swords and pointed them at the clouds like Lei Zhen. "Listen to the sword!"
Pasturing in Yun Jian City, the sword meaning is extremely high. "Those who trespass on my Kunlun Jiange …"
Counting the brothers of the sword cabinet is the same as the enemy. Compared with thousands of troops, it is not "when the sword is cut!"
"Abandon the integrity of kendo …"
"When you kill your heart!"
"Those who deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors and do not know how to repent …"
"This world is not!"
This world is not!
Full of angry and hateful words echoing the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun Mountain.
Angrily, Qi Xin’s thousands of Jiange brothers condensed into a furious sword.
The milky white and awe-inspiring sword swept the Kunlun Mountains, making the top of the seventy-two peaks of Jiange look like a fairyland filled with clouds.
It is well known that the sword comes from Kunlun.
The sword is sharp.
Jiange bodhi old zu’s heroic spirit style is convenient for this word!
Today, the sword of the head of Jiange falls to the original Millennium Kendo Holy Land, and chaos will come to an end.
I didn’t expect the first disciple of Wang Daojian to be sharp-edged once he turned robbery into robbery.
Pastoral Yun Jian city has accepted the sword’s edge and the awe-inspiring shock wave.
His Jiange’s name is Lang Lang Gan Kun, and several Jiange’s disciples in the Kunlun God’s vein are eager to judge blade master, who only watches the stars in this world.
The four young masters in Wang Xiaoer were so excited that they thought that the master elder brother was indeed a master elder brother, and once the robbery was averted, the whole Kunlun would be condensed. This is the holy land of the thousand-year-old noble kendo!
The peak echoed with a sharp-edged verdict.
Instead of anger, the old man smiled, "Do you think your younger generation has the ability to judge the saints?"
Pastoral Yun Jian city ignored.
His four Excalibur merged into one, and the immortal swore to heaven.
"The name of Hao Ran Jian, the vast brother of Gankun Langlang Kendo, should be decided by thousands of swordsmen!"
……
Pastoral Yun Jian city refers to the oath petition entered the ears of all people in this world
This sound is more than a million Jiange brothers like Lei Zhen, and it is more than a million angry swords. However, this sound haunts everyone’s ears like a mind, so that no noise can be heard except this clear and exciting petition.
Everything seems to be quiet in the mountains and Qi Feng.
The wind can be heard in silence.
There are several swords and mangs in front of the palace buildings in the mountains and dangerous peaks.
Brother Jiange’s admiration and ardent eyes are staring at the sudden lonely sky.
The stargazing old man also stared at the sky.
He has no madness, no sword, no destruction, and no blasphemy and ridicule.
He knew what he was going to face.
For the first time, he showed a dignified look.
……
In the silent sky, there is a firm but gentle shock wave.
The shock wave is like swimming in the shallows, and the white dragon occasionally surfaced, and then it rolled up a monstrous wave.
Countless moments of awe-inspiring shock wave roared.
The firm but gentle clouds crisscross the peak of the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun Mountain.
The slender and straight figure of Pastoral Yun Jian City is slowly floating, and the firm but gentle is raging.
He breathes deeply!
He holds a sword to the sky!
With a million swords, I’m flying to heaven!
In the depths of the sky, it seems to be far-reaching. In the light of the sky, hundreds of millions of swords suddenly sounded. The swords sang like the gods and buddhas all over the sky, and the shock suddenly drowned everyone in the Kunlun Mountains.
The hundreds of millions of sword songs sounded instantly, and the peaks of seventy-two strange peaks in Kunlun suddenly shot out as thick as Tianzhu sword mans.
Seventy-two giant swords, Mang Xiongxiong, blasted off into the sky and disappeared into the sky.
Then several glorious splendor, sacred as immortals, were shed from the sky outside, and a majestic array of heroes, which has been guarding the Kunlun vein for thousands of years, slowly emerged from the devastated sky in several shocking eyes!
That’s Jiange Patriarch Array! Seventy-two swords!
The sword array reappears in the human world, and several swords and awns practice crazily and converge towards grazing the four Excalibur in the hands of Yun Jian City, and the four Excalibur merge into a fairy sword and converge.
That man stepped on the void with one sword.
That man’s sword is covered by countless rays of light, just like the million-strong sword at the top of the day is the mountain of Obsidian God.
Obsidian sun across the clouds is not a sunset but a direct view of the stars!
The body of the star-gazing old man was instantly swallowed up by Obsidian Sun Mang!
Guanghua scattered all over the sky!
The picture is frozen at this moment!