Drawing the sword and dancing, the shadow in his eyes took five steps, Cheng Zhiyuan followed and took five steps!

The wind and cranes were in a panic.

The first step is that the sword wind blows away the flames, the second step is that the sword blade rolls up the crazy clouds, the third step is that the sword light divides into all directions, and the fourth step is that the sword energy strangles all invading enemies!

One person and one sword tore up countless paper people's wronged souls, and the wailing of "repaying my life" also turned into "Escape quickly", so those flying fire sky lanterns and large scattered fleeing!

The figure was filled with pleasure and was waving a sword in his hand. You must know that the sword was originally a fierce soldier. No matter how the world beautified, the weapon was ultimately a weapon!

The weapon is forged only for killing!

In the rest, the stone people were surrounded by the unjust souls of paper people, but they also had their own means. For example, Shi San, this guy was holding two kitchen knives in his hand and shouting in a whisper:

"Dare to fight against your Grandpa Shi San, tell you, Grandpa, I used to kill people with these two dragon-slaying swords, and cut all the way from Luoyang City to Xikunlun!"

"God of grandson!"

Shi San waved his kitchen knife and tore the paper people to pieces like chopping melons and vegetables. He was just intrigued by the killing, and suddenly he heard a burst of rapid horse hooves.

Coming from afar, echoing the sky.

Then, his kitchen knife clanged and chopped on a golden knife.

Shi San was stunned and then cursed: "Oh, I'm so brave, a physically injustice soul? Do you know who I am in your grandfather? I remember that I came from Luoyang City and from the foot of the emperor..."

Before he could finish his words, the golden knife suddenly shook, and a big fist from behind was smashed out, directly thrusting him into the air with one punch!

"Damn!"

Shi San flew out on the spot, fell seven or eight of them and lay down in the yellow sand, and fainted in an instant. Two kitchen knives fell on his butt, hitting a spark.

The golden sword corpse appeared here. He once again found the location where Emperor Jun appeared during the three-day wandering.

The sound of horse hooves is not heard at all times. The golden sword corpse was attracted to it. It was almost out of control of the young man in purple, but in the end it failed.

Because the young man in purple also came here by driving a bronze chariot.

Therefore, the sound of horse hooves just now was not from the emperor's lord, but from the bronze chariot.

The boy in purple looked gloomy and looked at Shi San who was lying on the ground and laughed:

"You dare to fight with the corpse of the Momen. You, the tomb guardian, have no common sense at all. Don't you know if there is a ghost or god sealed in the Momen's golden weapon? How can you compare with the Iron?"

He waved his hand, and the golden sword corpse began to move. Behind him, eight corpses wrapped in skulls appeared.

These corpsemen have poor breathing, which is similar to the corpse-wrapped swordsmen at the beginning, and their weapons are varied and covered in rust.

Among the pile of scrap iron, the golden guillotine of the golden sword corpse looked particularly dazzling.

"How many tomb guardians are there in this village? Forget it, it doesn't matter... If you dare to stop me, you will kill them all."

The young man in purple looked into the distance from afar. He felt his heart beating and his breath that was extremely familiar. He was intoxicated with it, and his face showed joy and resentment.

I am happy and intoxicated because it is the power of Huangdi Cypress.

Twisted and hideous, angry and crazy, because those powers have already been immersed in the body of a little beast!

This kind of hostility erupted, and the eight-headed corpse rushed towards the distance, hanging the golden sword corpse at the end, without any rush or slow down, and the guillotine dragged to the ground, carrying a peerless ferocity and danger.

Cheng Zhiyuan, who was fighting with the paper man, looked at him and felt several powerful breaths locking him. He immediately turned his head, and the hustle and bustle in his hand, but the cold light swept, the green snake roared, and a black man rushed into the sky.

The shadow was cut into two pieces directly!

The twisted things rush on the earth, and when they encounter paper people blocking the way, they all culled. Those lonely ghosts are no more fierce than zombies. If they don’t avoid them, they will be torn to pieces on the spot.

"These things are for you!"

The Sword Prophet Boy looked into the distance and saw a black shadow carrying a golden sword.

His expression suddenly became solemn and he said to Cheng Zhiyuan: "The escaped Jindao corpse is here to find you again!"

"I saw it."

Cheng Zhiyuan also had a tense expression and narrowed his eyes.

The sword flips the sword.

The humming tore the flesh, and the two corpses were cut into four pieces and fell heavily to the ground.

Corpse people of the level of the Corpse Swordsman are no longer Cheng Zhiyuan's opponent.

The golden sword corpse dragged the guillotine and walked step by step, as if pulling a mountain. Cheng Zhiyuan's hustle weapon sword in his hand killed the sixth corpse man without any obstacles. He cut his head to pieces with a sword.

!

"It's your turn finally!"

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes were extremely alert, but he didn't expect that the golden sword corpse could drive the rest of the corpse. The sword prodigy said that this guy had "power".

My own power has not been completed yet, and when I was in Yushan Hetian, I was a little short of it.

Those who hold on to strength are also power.

The Golden Sword Corpse stopped his pace and then suddenly raised the golden guillotine.

Buzz!

The yellow dust rose on the earth, and the sand flowed like a river. An incredible powerful force gathered on his knife. Similarly, he himself seemed to burst out from somewhere and borrowed it, that kind of powerful "

strength"!

The power of the power is the power, this is the "sword force" of the golden sword corpse!

The momentum also reflects a person's qualifications. What kind of "momentum" a person can exert, which determines his qualification lower limit.

On the golden knife, a buzzing sound was heard, and a sound of bells and tripods roared throughout the yellow sand land!

"Jin Panyin, a thousand pounds!"

The Sword Prophet Boy made a comment, with a solemnity in his eyes. Although Cheng Zhiyuan didn't know how high his qualifications were now, no matter how high his qualifications were, if he could not display his "power", he would be slashed by the Jin Panyin in front of him.

Then even if the qualification is "Heshi Bi", it will be of no use.

A dead genius is worthless if not called a genius.

Jin Panyin is the master of the middle man. Although he is at the lowest position among the three middle man, it can be seen from this that the status of this corpse must be quite low in life. Perhaps it is a general of the Zhou Dynasty, or perhaps it is a holy sect.

Important disciples in the country.

There was also a trace of similar things on Cheng Zhiyuan's sword, but they were vague and could not be fully revealed. He stepped forward and made progress, and a shadow appeared in his eyes. The first, second, third.... He saw all five steps and found the Golden Sword Corpse.

The hands-on track!

The sword light attacked out, extremely sharp, with the noise of dust, stabbed out from the crack of the big sword's killing!

For those who make swords, show them to be weak, open them to benefit, then to fire them, and first to come!

Cheng Zhiyuan's body was rubbed against the golden guillotine, holding the sword in one hand and pressing the hilt with the other hand. With this sword, the sword body instantly flipped and pulled upward, and the shoulder of the golden sword corpse was immediately split into a terrifying gap!

With a buzzing sound, the golden guillotine turned around, but Cheng Zhiyuan, the hustle and bustle in his hand, the sword body retracted, stood against his side, the blade was slightly forward, slightly facing the sword, pressed on it, the sword was closed

On the side of the right arm!

With a clang, the thousand-pound power carried on the golden sword was transmitted to Cheng Zhiyuan's bones and flesh. Cheng Zhiyuan's face suddenly turned pale, but at this moment, the light in his eyes burst out, and the sword on the slight side brought the subsequent power of the golden guillotine.

All were removed, and at this time, another sweep came, and a "liu waved her head" came from under the golden guillotine!

The golden guillotine was subsequently cut off the hollow, and the left arm of the golden sword corpse was already open to the empty door!

With this swing, Cheng Zhiyuan avoided the attack, and the hustle weapon in his hand instantly burst out with a peerless and fierce feeling!

At this moment, the unfinished momentum seemed to be stimulated, and the vague clouds became a little thicker.

Lift the sword and sweep it!

The move that has been doing for more than a hundred days, nearly ten thousand times a day, swept this move. Although the Golden Sword Corpse had already responded, it was still half a beat slower. A large piece of zombie on the abdomen was swept by a sword.

fly!

The simpler the move, the greater the effect, because the simpler the more flawed it is!

The corpse water was spewed out, and the shroud of the golden sword corpse was also rotten. Cheng Zhiyuan adjusted his breathing, flipped the sword in his hand, and suddenly raised a dividend, blood flowed all over his body, and his spirit burst out to the extreme!

Go forward and make progress, and slash again!

Fall the sword and slash!

The sword hit the neck of the Jindao Corpse and slashed downwards with a sudden stroke. Then Cheng Zhiyuan pulled away. In less than a moment, the corpse water gushed out!
Chapter completed!