As soon as he stepped back, Qing Jun’s face immediately showed a sharp smile and a fighting spirit like crazy. The left palm knife and the right hand sword pointed to the flying spin and cut the seven-foot magic knife and hit it.
The figure is so fast that the sword fingers and knife palms are scattered everywhere, and the black smoke marks emerge in many corners of the tomb. The pits are all traces left by Fang Yunhan’s explosive movement
Jack nife Excalibur Sword Variant!
The seven-foot deer cutter controls it, but it’s like being killed by God and Fang Yunhan, and the sarcophagus is cut to pieces.
The iron-hearted god Hou put his back against the wall and saw this scene in front of him. He twisted his hand and threw two swords back into the stone wall behind him.
Then Zhu Shi Shen Xiong turned around and pushed his arms together.
A large purple glow suddenly poured out to the top of the tomb and rejected the masonry like a huge wave.
This wall is half a foot thick, and there are earth and stone behind it, but Zhu Shi’s serial heavy palm shattered this wall and ran through the five-foot thick soil, and the real waves roared from the other side of the earth and stone.
This is the five-foot mirror reflecting the lake.
As soon as the ghosting shadow of the sword is full, a meteor strikes like a sword.
Iron bravery god Hou backhand refers to a lifetime of skill gathered by pure Yang refers to the power of the sword to touch.
Boom
It’s been torn through the wall, and it’s more serious
The ghosting image was castrated and frustrated, showing the original body. Yunhan’s feet stood still and his fingers trembled. When he saw the big waves coming on his face, he was bold and brave, and his hands and swords fell into the rolling turbid waves, and his happy smile was covered by turbid water.
"See you later!"
Rumbling …
The power of the lake flowing backward to wash away nature destroyed the whole sword tomb of providence in an instant.
The deer cutter broke through the ground and came out with a seven-foot blade, and the bamboo forest was divided into two parts, one for each person.
Wangsun Xiao single-pole resident vomited blood in his mouth.
Behind him, the lake spewed like a fountain in several potholes, and bamboos were splashed everywhere around him.
Several springs suddenly cracked and collapsed on the ground, forming a muddy small pond.
Wangsun Xiao looked round and saw that Yunhan was holding a stone tablet in one hand and dragging a stone beast out of the pool in the other.
That’s another stone beast in the sword tomb of God’s will. Just now, it was swept by Fang Yunhan’s palm wind in the fight, and the stone was already crisp because of the excessive air pressure.
Fang Yunhan jumped to the ground and threw the stone carving into pieces as soon as it touched the ground, making a clear song.
Gravel fell, and a sword with pale blue shimmer was inserted in the bamboo forest.
Fang Yunhan dumped a sleeve of mud and looked at the mirror reflecting the lake.
Turbid water surges up on the shore, waves surge on the lake, and the brave god has sneaked away from nowhere.
He was really satisfied with seeing you later. Although he was tied today, he seemed to have won a big victory and grabbed the highest result.
It’s a pity that he took away a handful of Ling Shuang Jian.
Chapter 22 What I Want
The water in the turbid pond kept rolling, but the lake stopped rising after the square gap was completely filled.
Fang Yunhan just supported the lake when he was still there. There was no moisture in other places, but because he put his arms out and picked up the stone tablet and the edge of the stone beast sleeve, he got a lot of muddy traces.
The teenager twisted his eyebrows and looked down at his two sleeves silently, and the water stains were scattered and the sleeves were evaporated.
Just now, several lake blowouts were on the shore, and the bamboo forest was already filled with extremely humid water vapor. When the heat came out from Fang Yunhan’s body, wisps of white fog condensed in front of him, and several long winds naturally formed from the bamboo forest to sweep the lake.
Wangsun Xiao saw that the fog was sparse in the wind and stretched before his eyes, pointing to his waist and abdomen and sealing several acupoints. Finally, he temporarily pressed his throat and coughed a few times.
He had to leave because he was seriously injured, but he had time to look at the bamboo forest sword.
This sword is exactly the same as the Ling Shuang Jian that Zhu Shi took away just now, except that the body of the sword emits light and the color is different.
Wangsun Xiao whispered, "There are two Ling Shuang swords?"
"Ling Shuang Jian has a heart sword and a magic sword."
Fang Yunhan’s sleeves are completely dry, but he still looks a little yellow, which is in fresh contrast with the color of the cloth in other parts of this dress. His face is still a little unhappy, and he explained that "the so-called magic sword is a dead sword."
"The powerful hilt of the magic sword will absorb the skill of the toucher, but if it is recognized by this sword, all the people who hold the magic sword can gain 20% of their physical skill base, and the sword is invincible."