One Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-One. From Today, 8 Xiao Will Become 7 Xiao

"Yuan Keng's side? Not necessarily." Yan Zhaoge came to He Mian in an instant: "The last time Yan left a message on the back of a disciple of your sect, it was for you and His Majesty Master Yundi, so we would have seen each other at that time." ever?"

"It's just that it's not as close as it is now."

While speaking, Yan Zhaoge reached out and grabbed Xuan Xiao's Zijin furnace, and immediately stopped He Mian's retreating figure.

"I haven't fought against each other, so it's naturally Yuan Keng's side." He Mian's eyes were golden, and the red light flew directly from the pupils of his eyes.

As if there was no time interval, the red sword light was in front of Yan Zhaoge in an instant.

As soon as He Mian's sword came out, the sword light continued continuously.

His sword was faster than one sword, and red lights flashed in every area and corner of the void, flying around.

Tens of millions of sword lights slashed towards Yan Zhaoge at the same time.

"A high-grade holy weapon is useless to you, but if it is a sword that you sacrificed with your own hands, it is more or less better than empty-handed." Yan Zhaoge said calmly: "Draw your sword, I will use empty-handed to you Jian, I don’t despise you.”

He held the Xuanxiao Zijin Stove with one hand, raised the other hand, and punched forward with a flat punch.

In an instant, Yan Zhaoge's fists were everywhere in every corner of the void universe!

The moment each crimson sword light was lit up, an iron fist fell and knocked out the sword light.

As soon as the countless sword lights were lit up, countless fists were knocked down, causing them to go out before they had time to shine.

Before it really started, it was over and saw the end.

He Mian's attainments in the Trapping Immortal Sword Sutra are already extremely advanced, and his sword cuts time and space.

His sword light is everywhere, no matter when, no matter where the opponent is, he can't escape, no matter how fast he is, he can't avoid it.

But Yan Zhaoge's fists always strike first, as if they had been waiting there in advance, waiting for He Mian's sword light to appear, and then smashed the fist before it really took off!

The Trapping Immortal Sword ignores the limitations of space and transcends time, and it is almost impossible to be faster than it.

But Yan Zhaoge's fist seemed to blur the concept of time at this moment, hitting from a higher level.

It seems to exist before the beginning of time and space, and it seems to be the end of all time and space, waiting for work at leisure.

He Mian's feeling at this moment was as if he had drawn his sword out of its sheath. Just halfway through, someone punched his hilt, and the long sword that had just drawn out half of the blade was smashed back into the scabbard again. .

Severing time and space, the world's fastest sword that can no longer be defined by speed in half the sense, was beaten so hard at this moment that it was impossible to draw the sword, and it was impossible to draw the sword!

"...The fifth congenital wife, it's too easy!" He Mian snorted, and the red light in his eyes became more intense.

He finally let go of Xuanxiao Zijin Furnace.

But it didn't mean to retreat and run away.

The figure of the Taoist robed youth with disheveled hair was spinning in mid-air, and in the scarlet sword light all over the sky, there was a faint green glow.

The blue and red sword light flickered in the void, and finally avoided Yan Zhaoge's Taiyi fist.

In addition to the Sword Sutra of Trapping Immortals, He Mian also practiced the Sword Sutra of Zhuxian!

The Immortal Execution Sword, the first of the four swords of Lingbao, breaks through ten thousand spells with one sword, and destroys all heavens and ten thousand ways!

Although Yan Zhaoge's fist of Taiyi could not be broken, Qingmang resisted Yan Zhaoge's fist everywhere, causing the long river of time to reappear.

As the long river rushes, red lights fly everywhere, as if a dragon enters the sea, a tiger returns to the mountains, and is finally liberated.

"Okay, not only have you mastered the sword of Zhuxian, but you can also use both swords of Zhuxian and trapping immortals. As expected, there is no one worthy of fame." Yan Zhaoge sighed in admiration.

The Sword of Immortal Execution in the Shangqing Dynasty and the Heavenly Book in the Yuqing Dynasty are all difficult to practice.

Insufficient understanding of the martial artist's talent is not only a problem of not being able to practice well, but even his soul will be torn apart, which is in danger of life.

He Mian succeeded in cultivating the Sword of Immortal Execution, and he was able to use both the Sword of Immortal Execution and the Sword of Trapping Immortal at the same time. With just this one move, he is worthy of the name of Tianjiao.

There was no complacent expression on his face, but full of solemnity and concentration.

As soon as the sword formula is drawn, countless scarlet sword lights appear everywhere, criss-crossing, forming bundles, connecting into pieces, and instantly turning into a huge sword array!

When the sword formation appeared, Yan Zhaoge had already been surrounded by the formation.

The entire sword array was in motion, instantly annihilating the time and space in this corner of the universe in the Dandian hall into nothingness!

"I've heard about the lineage of Huiling Valley for a long time, the combination of swordsmanship and array technique is infinitely mysterious. Seeing it today, it lives up to its reputation."

Yan Zhaoge's voice sounded, and then, the terrifying power of Peiran Moyu burst out from the scarlet sword formation.

Twelve light wheels circled behind Yan Zhaoge's back, he punched out, the dim and chaotic light flickered, the darkness disappeared, only the endless light remained.

Then, the light shattered and the avenue collapsed!

An extremely fierce Shattering Great Bright Fist exploded from the inside, and the terrifying force swept outwards, blocking the internal encirclement of He Mian's sword formation, and shattering the entire sword formation!

Yan Zhaoge's fist was still neither hasty nor slow, unwavering, and hit He Mian.

He Mian's eyes were extremely solemn, he held the sword formula with his left hand and set it up in front of his chest, and the middle and middle fingers of his right hand stood side by side like a sword, pointing forward.

While the red light flashed, the green glow reappeared.

In addition, there are streaks of black sword energy, like silk threads, wrapped around it.

Killing Immortal Sword!

For the four swords of Lingbao, He Mian not only cultivated the sword of killing immortals and sword of trapping immortals, but also mastered the sword of killing immortals.

Moreover, he can not only do two swords at once, but also three swords at once.

The three swords of slaying, killing and trapping are released together, and the boundless hostility is surging, and the world seems to be doomsday, turning it into a dead place!

"No wonder, no wonder..." Yan Zhaoge kept his punching posture unchanged: "No wonder you have kept the title of 'Supreme Eight Heavens' all the time, and you really have a bit of confidence to think about fighting Master Long again."

At this moment, his fist suddenly regenerated.

The scarlet red sword light emerged, and the luster turned dark, turning into dark red, becoming more and more ferocious.

Yan Zhaoge's fist seemed to be coated with a layer of dark red.

With one punch, the intent of the fist also contained the sword intent of the Immortal Sword.

Immediately afterwards, traces of black sword energy appeared, which were densely wrapped around Yan Zhaoge's arms like silk threads.

A silk thread cut through the void, as if the vitality of countless lives was cut off.

At this moment, countless black lines crisscrossed and criss-crossed, full of lifelessness.

In the end, besides the black line and red light, there was also a cyan sword glow, invincible and invincible.

Qingmang cuts and disintegrates all the principles in the world, making them cease to exist.

The red light in He Mian's eyes soared, revealing a look of shock.

Between Yan Zhaoge's fists, there was a hidden sword intent, making it difficult to tell whether it was a fist or a sword.

And his attack was astonishingly all three swords from the Lingbao!

"However, regardless of whether you and Master Long will fight each other, after today, your title of 'Eight Heavens Supreme' should be changed to 'Seven Heavens' first."

Zhuxian is against Zhuxian, Zhuxian is against Zhuxian, and Killing Xian is against Killing Xian.

Three swords against three swords, Yan Zhaoge forcibly stopped He Mian's sword-like storm like the end of the world.

Then, amid the intermingling of spiritual energy, his fist seemed to turn into an axe, not an axe, or a flag, like a broken bamboo, splitting the storm in front of him.

Yan Zhaoge's fist landed on He Mian's heart, knocking this arrogant of the Supreme Qing Dynasty straight upside down! To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: