Chapter 463: Guiyuan Sword Embryo

"Dead!"

With no merit, Wei Lang exploded, and the broken demon sword raised in the palm of the palm, cutting through the sky, and rushing with the mountains.

"snort!"

The scales in the pool couldn't help humming, and the same bang Xuan Hei's sword in his hand.

Hey!

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！!

Immediately, in the dusty smoke, there was almost no sound of gold and iron collision.

Several of them did not know how many times they played against each other, and instantly entered the fight.

The sword light, sword shadow, and strength pulled out countless knife marks around the two.

"Hahaha, worthy of being a king, so that a warrior in the yin and yang realm can have the ability to fight with Laochi, and it does not fall into the wind."

Bian Yingjie was a little surprised, and more was hot.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see that in that smoke, Wei Lang, holding the broken demon knife, was difficult to divide with the scales in the pool, and even pressed him.

This is a gap in a big realm. Not everyone is as wicked as Master Zhong Lin. In this way, it can be seen that the power of the king's device is not a problem with its more challenge.

"Brother Bian, you also shot, always feel a little wrong." Zhong Lin suddenly said.

"good."

Bian Yingjie opened his eyes and stepped on. He suddenly entered the battlefield as if he was in a transient.

Wei Lang naturally felt the terrorist killing from the top of his head. A pair of eyes became blood red instantly, and the eyes of the evil beasts in the broken monster knife handle in the hand were almost the same.

"Chop the monster eight knives, landslide."

Boom!

The knife sounded, and the swords were passing by the big group of the big group and the large group of gas.

The mountains of the Demon Eight Swords collapsed, and the strokes of the mountains were broken.

Hey!

A violent roar, as the endless airflow broke out from the center of the three people's war, everything was turned into powder, that is, the two of the two people in the Ying Yingjie and the scales in the pool were also launched.

"Just now."

Suddenly, Zhong Lin moved sharply.

Step!

Boxing!

Boom!

While Wei Lang Lingyuan was intermittent, Zhong Lin suddenly shot. This fierce fierceness broke out all the strength of the physical body, the thick spirit element in Jin Dan, the perfect fist of 10 %, with the "Blue Dragon Eight" style ". The death of Nirvana's death in the last life.

In the ripples of layers of ripples, Zhong Lin's figure seemed to disappear, and he could only see the horror fist that covered the sky, shocking space, oppression, and the ubiquitous dark death power. Essence

This punch trembled violently in the space of Wei Lang, blocking the void, and could not escape, but could only be hardened.

"I won't die! No, ah ..."

Wei Lang stomped sharply, and the muscles on the body were stunned like a Manglong, and it seemed to see the color of the blood flowing continuously.

In the crackling bone bombing, his body suddenly skyrocketed and rolling qi like the eyes of the hurricane.

The two knives just exhausted all the Lingyuan in his body, and Zhong Lin suddenly shot suddenly with his old power, in an attempt to kill him.

Wei Lang is also a ruthless person. On the occasion of life and death, he forcibly pushes the secret, strong body, and wields a knife with the most primitive physical strength.

Well!

The sword gas flows like a large river flowing from the body of the big river. In the roar of thunderstorms, the chaotic silver -white sword gas is scratched through the sky.

Boom!

Back a punch one by one.

The transparent ripple visible to the naked eye in front of Zhonglin Boxing suddenly spread, and the sound of horror spread to all directions as thunderstorms.

The heavens and the earth were suddenly dark, and the swords of the sky were exploded by the strength of the heights, and the heavens and the earth were quiet.

Huoo!

The scattered sword whispered, pulling countless huge knife marks on the ground around the ground.

In the void, Zhong Linjian's fingers suddenly dumped, but saw a translucent sword shadow, and suddenly shot out of his fingertips.

"cut!"

There is no burst of airflow, no sword gas, some are just a sword shadow, passing through the layer of false shadow, gently pointing on Wei Lang's eyebrows.

Just now, Wei Lang's body trembled, his bright eyes faded instantly, and his murderous intention suddenly dissipated.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"This ... what is this sword?"

Wei Lang could not vomit these words, the breath of his body dissipated, his body fell straight to the ground, and he had no vitality on his body.

The scales in the pool in the distance were widened instantly, and the face was unbelievable, and it was even shocked.

"How is this possible? How did the younger brother do it? But the realm that the master did not practice?"

Bian Yingjie murmured like seeing a ghost, "Lao Chi, did Zhong Lin show the" soul cut soul "in the sword tire of your Jiange?"

"Guiyuan Sword Tire", condensed the supreme sword tire in his own body, draws the essence of heaven and earth. After years of polishing, it eventually turned into a sword in connotation. Thousands of miles away.

And this sword is not like the natal weapon. It was born in the void, but it interferes with reality. It is real and fake, real and fake. It can break the body and hurt the mind. It has both offensive and defensive capabilities and infinite power.

This unique skill has exceeded the limit of martial arts level and can be called martial arts magic.

It is divided into three realms: breaking the body, hurting the mind, and beheading the soul.

Breaking the body cuts the flesh, hurting the mind destroys the mind, and beheading the soul kills the soul.

Zhong Lin has the help of the system panel, so he can easily refine it to perfection and reach the realm of "soul beheading". After the sword was out, Wei Lang seemed to have no injuries on his body, but his soul had been destroyed. His real soul was scattered, leaving only a little true spirit to reincarnate.

This martial arts magic is the real unique skill of the sword pavilion. It borrowed the concept of the natal weapon, but it is different. It was born in the void, but it interferes with reality. It is real and fake, real and fake. It can break the body and hurt the mind. It has both offensive and defensive capabilities and infinite power.

It can also be like the flying sword in the fairy tales of the previous life, moving at will, breaking the body and injuring people, and beheading people from thousands of miles away.

When Zhong Lin first practiced, he was stunned for a long time, thinking that he had discovered some great secret. Finally, he found that the sword embryo nurtured in the dantian was a combination of spiritual essence, blood, divine thoughts, sword intentions, and even a strand of his own soul. It is not an exaggeration to say that this sword embryo is his own clone. It is simply another self, but it exists in the form of a sword.

Therefore, it can move at will, break the body and injure people, behead people from thousands of miles away, and become more powerful as its own cultivation improves.

Zhong Lin seriously suspected that the reason why the White Cloud Patriarch created this martial arts supernatural power was because the life weapon of one of his disciples was destroyed, so he had to find another way to follow the path of the sword embryo.