MTL - The Supreme Lord Donghuang-Chapter 177 Ten-sided swords

Inside the room.

Now, not only the ground cracks, but even the walls are shattered by stones and snow, and the graves and stone fragments of different sizes are constantly falling on the ceiling.

"You are a martial artist in the early Yuan Dan, who has the ability to defeat the Yuandan martial arts monk. Even with his skill and means, he is already the limit."

When the painstaking efforts began, the eyes were indifferent, and the face was full of joy and no sorrow. It seemed to be an irrelevant thing. "The power of the martial arts monks in the late Yuan Dan is ten times that of you!"

"Ten times the strength of the crushing, and the skill and means of wiseness are also in vain!"

Listening to the pains of the present, it is clear that the pain has also seen that Zhou Donghuang was just defeated Zheng Yong by skill and means.

"is it?"

Faced with the squatting, the royal air plucked, the silver light rose on the body, and the silver knife and the knives in the hand condensed the pain. Zhou Donghuang smiled lightly, and then the folding fan in his hand was directly thrown out by him.

Oh!

The folding fan is broken and the rotation is flying out.

At the same time, Zhou Donghuang followed the form like a shadow, falling on the folding fan, the foot on the folding fan to meet the pain, while the white light on the folding fan at the foot, more and more strong.

"spirit?!"

At this time, it was not just the hardships, but the other two elders of the Shenshi, the old monk in the black market, Zheng Yonghe, the old monk wearing the red dragonfly, all saw that the folding fan at the foot of Zhou Donghuang was also a spiritual device.

Suddenly, their eyes showed an incredible color.

The other party just took out a piece of spirit, which was enough to shock them, but did not expect that the other side has now come up with a spirit, and look at its power, only stronger than the previous one.

"If you can take my shot, I will give you a sword for free."

Just as the silver knives in the hands of the painsmanship formed and formed, when he was ready to go, his ears, the words of the white youths who came to the face and flew over the fan, came to lightly.

Suddenly, his heart trembled and his pupils shrank sharply.

He felt the confidence of the youth.

The next moment, he did not dare to shake, and he was full of vigilance, staring at the young man in front of him as the enemy, and the instrument under his feet.

call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!

......

The sound of the sound of the sword whistling sounds, but it is the folding fan at the foot of Zhou Donghuang. Each fan bone is like a sword, with a real yuan whistling out.

In the blink of an eye, eighteen fan bones flew out, and Zhou Donghuang’s feet became empty.

In the eyes of the public, the eighteen fan bones that flew out were suspended in the top of the top of the head, forming a circle, and each of the fan bones seemed to form a wonderful connection.

And this is exactly a sword array.

"You are this...the law?"

It is also the elders of Shen Guangzong, and there is also a simple joint approach in the Shenguang Zong, so I still recognize Zhou Donghuang’s current means of formation.

"You have some insights."

Zhou Donghuang said faintly: "I am in this arbitrage, called the "ten-faced swordsmanship", ambushing on all sides, and all the rain."

At the moment when the voice fell, Zhou Donghuang came up from the sky and turned to the sky above the top of the sword.

Oh! !

Oh la la! !

......

Without any warning, when the painstakingly focused on the face, the eight fan bones in the sky, like the eight-handed sword, fall and fall, bringing up the swords of the sky, like rain, generally falling to the pain.

"Humph!"

After the cold and cold, and then the silver light of the body further surged, setting off his whole as if bathed in a silver light, "In the face of absolute power, any fancy means is nothing but futile!"

Hey! Hey!

At the same time, on the top of the hard hands, the two-handed silver real yuan condensed four-foot knives appeared, between the knife and the man, the sharp and sharp, very fierce.

"Then I will wait and see!"

Zhou Donghuang sneered.

Master Jin Dan said this in front of him now.

A Yindan monk, also dare to doubt the power of the sword array he is currently playing?

ridiculous!

"You will see it soon."

After the sneer, the whole person’s silver light rose, and between the two hands, the two silver knives were like a roadblock, and they easily stopped the rain.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

......

Eight sword-like fan bones were once hit by the block, but they quickly returned.

"It's useless."

The pain of the Vietnam War is more and more brave, there is no fear, and the eight fan bones are hot, regardless of the level.

"Three elders, be careful!"

Until Zheng Yong’s rushing voice came, the painful face changed completely.

He remembered that the youth relied on not only eight scallops, but also ten other scallops.

The Eight-Party Jianyu, he blocked it.

However, it is barely blocked.

Ambush ambush, what does he resist?

call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!

......

The ten handles silently and uninterruptedly circumvented the fan bones under the extension of the body. If the sword of the same handle screamed out, it was exhausted to cope with the pain of the Eight-Party Jianyu, and it became a target without any defense.

"Three elders are careful!"

The old monk dressed in red ,, the first time to leave, want to help the hardship.

call out!

At this moment, a fan bone was turned in the air and plunged directly toward him.

"Hey! I am very good, and it is also a mid-Moondan martial arts monk. Can you still stop one of the eight bones of the martial arts monk in the early Yuan Dynasty?"

Tuo was very cold, and his hands were so white that the real yuan rose and turned into two giant hands. He grabbed the face of the oncoming fan and intended to grasp it directly.

Hey!

However, with a soft whistle, the snoring sound of Tuanji sounded at the right moment, but he saw a piece of blood splashing on his hands and a blood mark on the side of his neck.

Tektronix has two steps of retreating bitterness. He knows that if he is not the other person’s mercy, he has now been blocked by a sword.

Now, let alone he dares to go on again, the other party will not necessarily stay, he has no face to go.

call out!

When a fan bone goes back and returns, the ambush is formed again, and when it comes out, even if it is hard to get out of hand, but it can't cope.

At this moment, his real yuan is strong, but it is completely useless.

He can turn the gun head and fight to kill the white youth and destroy his formation. But before his attack is congested, he is afraid that he will be shot into a horse's nest by a sword like a sword. .

Hey! Hey! Hey!

......

A glimpse of the swordsman's fan bones, leaving a clear visible blood mark on the forehead, feet, neck and forehead.

The silver enamel, which was originally neat and tidy, has become riddled with sorrow at this moment.

At this time, the pain can only be a bitter smile that converges on the silver real yuan, and looks at the white youth like a **** in the air. "I lost, I am not your opponent."

After seeing the other's means, the pain is very clear.

Unless they are shot by the Jindan monks of Shenguangzong, under the Shenguang Zong, under the monks of Jindan, no one can be the opponent of this white youth.

Under the stunned visuals of the extension and others, the eighteen fan bones returned to the youth, and again closed to form a folding fan, which was easily caught by the youth.

When a young man in white wins the snow, his hand folded the fan and slammed down, and returned to the first place to sit down again, the three elders of the Shenguang sect, led by the pain, no longer dared to despise the youth.

"Young Master, I am the elder of the Emperor Guangzong, and I am suffering. But I don't know... Do you have a name?"

The painful and painful hand is respectful and inquiring.

"Zhou Donghuang."

Zhou Donghuang faintly took a look at the pain, "Five thousand Lingshi, you are ready as soon as possible ... I will leave for a few days, I will come back to find you."

When the voice fell, Zhou Donghuang stayed in the seat and was ready to leave.

"and also……"

Before leaving, Zhou Donghuang remembered one thing and looked at the pain: "The last time I asked you to find the rare materials of the black market, some of you did not find them. Those materials, if you have the gods, can also be used Deducting Lingshi."

When the voice fell, Zhou Donghuang left Suqian with this riddled room.

After Zhou Donghuang and the two left, the extension was long and relieved, and it looked like a heavy burden.

"Three elders."

Zheng Yong’s face was dignified and asked: “You said...what is it? In the end, there are not only a lot of spirits, but also the original Yuan Dan’s initial training, it’s incredible!”

"In the early days of Yuan Dan?"

Shaking his head, "He is definitely not as simple as the early days of Yuan Dan. He just played against me. The explosive power of pure yuan is far better than the power that the martial arts monks in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty can break out with the spirit of the sword... his body should There is no secret."

"Although the real yuan is only the true Yuan of the early Yuan Dan, but the amount is too much, but it is not comparable to the martial arts monks in the early Yuan Dan. Even the early beasts of Yuan Dan are probably far worse!"

Just a battle, I found a lot of problems.

"Next, you manage the black market for me. I personally went back to the Zongmen."

Hard work and again.

......

In the next few days, Zhou Donghuang took Su Mo around the Shenguang Empire State and went around and bought a bunch of herbs.

A few days later, a black giant eagle with a wings of more than 20 meters, carrying Zhou Donghuang and Su Mo two people from the Yuntai Inn, and soon left the Shenguang Empire State Capital, all the way Go southeast.

"In a blink of an eye... another year has passed."

After leaving the land of the southeastern side of the Imperial Empire, and entering the deserted mountains, Zhou Donghuang looked at the direction of the Donggu Sixteen Kingdoms, his eyes became awkward, but his face appeared in a timely manner.

He remembers very clearly:

One year ago, the day he left Qingshan Town, it was the Ziyun calendar on January 8, 1230.

And now, it is already the Ziyun calendar on March 12, 1231.

"With the current speed of Daikin, you can return to Castle Peak Town without a month."

Zhou Donghuang secretly said.

Of course, on the way back, Zhou Donghuang did not idle, and arranged a gathering of ghosts on the back of the golden eagle's eagle to assist him and Su Mo.