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The setting sun shines.

Snow in the forest.

Slices of snowflakes are dotted with the black hair tied up by the jade belt. Tianxing, who exudes a strong aura in his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, exerting a thousand pounds of force, and suppresses it down with the huge sword seal wandering with the thunder and lightning wire.

The undescribable speed made the shrinking space seem to have a sign of collapse. The inexplicable waves of air around the edges of the sword seal rolled out, causing countless dust and smoke to fly.

At some point.

There was a flying sword that stabbed the sword seal from bottom to top. The flying sword trembled and shook violently at a violent speed. Scattered sparks of sparks were shot in the places where the sword tip and the sword seal touched, and then I heard the gold.

The sound of cracking, the flying sword suddenly shattered.

The sword seal has not continued to be pressed down, and the second flying sword follows closely.

The second flying sword shattered.

Immediately afterwards, the third handle, the fourth handle... the tenth handle... the hundredth handle, countless flying swords shattered, and countless flying swords swarmed in again.

For Luo Changfeng, whose soul was damaged, using the soul to control the sword, especially dispersing the soul to control the thousand handles of the sword, is a means of exhausting cultivation.

If you are a little dazed, you will be retaliated by thousands of swords.

He is betting.

Fighting with the ten-day manifestation of the saint of cultivation this time is itself a gambling of lifelessness.

At the time when the three thousand-foot sword wall was three thousand feet long, Luo Bing used his body to kill the Daxun Bodhisattva who was already injured. Outside the city of Jiangdu, if he hadn't accidentally broken the life and death grinding game, he would have been separated for a hundred years

Li Taibai, who has a cultivation level, wins and losses against the enemy's chess and swords, is only a matter of 55.

The situation is different now than the previous two times.

Among the ten days of saints, Tianxing General Tieleng was not as talented as Shushan Mo Yan, not as famous as Tiandao cut off thousands of tribulations, not as free and easy as Li Taibai, not as casual as the two armored swords of Li Taibai, not as strange as the blue-robed Yuan Tiangang of the Demon Sect, not as strange as Yuezang of the Well

The mystery of the mirror man, the legend of the ferryman who does not set, and the indifferentness of wine and flags... But this general who seems to be just a righteous and prosperous person is undoubtedly the first person to become famous in ten days.

It seems that when Emperor Yutian founded the Emperor Alliance, this man had already led a family of profound knowledge to follow him, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

This general of Tianxing is so ordinary, but so extraordinary. It seems that he can make himself famous overnight and be unknown overnight. In Luo Changfeng's opinion, this is an extremely terrifying place.

Blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Luo Changfeng didn't care about the ruin of the ancient hidden sword in the Huanhua Sword Washing Picture, and condensed his soul and flew out again on the sword.

The speed of the sword seal suppression finally slowed down.

Thousands of flying swords roared angrily, causing a crack to emerge from the sword seal.

In the blink of an eye, the crack spread and collapsed like a bronze mirror. So the flying sword like a rain of swords penetrated the sword seal and rushed past Tian Xing.

Being in the sword rain, Tie Leng's expression was still as calm as before.

He looked down at Luo Changfeng with a slightly pale face from a high point, pointed his sword at the sky, and suddenly attracted a gust of wind and thunder.

It was like a river of thunder pouring down, and the purple lightning caused the surrounding earth to be devastated.

Xueer fought life and death with five big freesanders. When she noticed the danger, she had to retreat hundreds of feet away without hesitation.

At that moment, Xue'er saw Luo Changfeng still under the wind and thunder.

Wind and thunder shot down.

In just a moment of thought, dozens of ancient trees covered with heavy snow were charred, and thunder and fire were burning with their dry torso. A deep pit of burning and black smoke appeared on the earth, and the eyes were filled with dead and destruction.

"Brother Changfeng!"

This scene caught my eye, Xueer, who had tears in her eyes, was heartbroken.

She swept across with a sword, and the terrifying frost and cold aura was filled with ice.

After forcing the five big freesands to retreat, the red robe flew up towards the charred and silent pit.

She kept calling in her heart.

You can't die! You can't die...

A dazzling sacred light suddenly rose in the deep pit of the earth, which seemed to have no signs of life.

It seemed as if countless elves were making pleasant ringing sounds in their ears, and the holy glow slowly rose.

Xueer stopped and frowned and saw a holy and blooming lotus.

The lotus rose.

Thirty-six petals peel off, but the peeling petals each become lotus.

There is still heavy snow falling in the sky under the setting sun.

However, at this moment, whether it is heavy snow or set sun, it is overshadowed by these thirty-six rising lotus flowers.

"Thirty-six-character Lotus Birth Strategy!"

Looking at the thirty-six lotus flowers slowly rising like lanterns, as if forming a formation to trap him, Tian Xing, who was standing in the void, finally looked a little solemn.

In the deep pit surrounded by black smoke, Luo Changfeng stood up, holding a knife in his hand.

The academy guard knife.

It's also a self-sacrifice.

Since the academy was destroyed by the hands of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong, Luo Changfeng no longer used a knife.

There is no need for a guardian knife or a butcher knife.

The two knives seemed to be treasured by him.

In fact, he did not deliberately treasure it, he was just raising a knife.

The meaning of raising a knife.

This method of cultivating swords was not a precedent for him. In fact, there were predecessors who had already set the stage.

The sword idiot Baiyu Dao broke the door of Bailou. He had been raising a knife in the academy for three years. He did not show his sword for three years, but only fought for Bailou Gate.

Luo Changfeng's sword cultivation can be said to be passed down from senior Dao Crazy, and this method of practicing sword is to imitate it.

The moment when the academy sword was started, the majestic sword spirit that could not be described in words was like a clear water that broke the dam and poured over the mountains and seas like a flood.

The knife sang into my ears.

A straight wind mark appeared on the charred earth.

The sword roared into my ears again.

The burning dead wood branches silently showed neat cuts and broken branches, and the dead branches fell.

The sound of the knife is endless in my ears.

The snowflakes in the sky were cut by invisible and unmarked wind marks.

Infinite virtual marks appeared out of thin air in the void.

Tian Xing, who was trapped by thirty-six holy lotus flowers, once again led to wind and thunder, and formed a curtain of wind and thunder in front of him.

The sword intent attacked, and the wind and lightning curtain was torn open.

The jade belt with three thousand black hairs was cut off, and Tian Xing was disheveled.

He slashed his sword in front of him.

The sword broke.

The hair that was raised in the wind was cut off by the knife's will and fell to the eyes.

At this moment, Tian Xing was finally angry.

Since he was ranked as the saint of ten days, there has never been a battle worthy of his real strength. Even when Emperor Yutian conquered the Demon Sect, he was just a matter of justice.

Because no one can defeat the sword in his hand, no one can defeat the wind and thunder in the sky.

He never wanted to forget a little.

Luo Changfeng died once in the academy, and now it seems to be the same as the body of the mortal body. In fact, Luo Changfeng's body was recast from thirty-five lotus petals and half of the exquisite heart.

In other words, Luo Changfeng is not an ordinary body, and the sword induced the wind and thunder will not cause much damage to it.

After understanding the joint, Tian Xing narrowed his eyes.

With a big hand stretched out, the void ruptured.

An ancient phlegm slowly emerged from the crack in the void.

Get the Six He Eight Desolate Sphurs!

Luo Changfeng drew his sword.

The red sky was instantly replaced by the purple thunder river.

Thirty-six holy lotus flowers were obscured by the Thunder River.

Luo Changfeng came out of his sword.

The heavenly punishment will come out of the Thunder River, just like the heavenly punishment who judges the sins in the world.

The five major quicksands looked at each other.

Xueer thought something.

Knife marks cut the Thunder River in half.

However, in the next moment, the Lei River, separated by the terrifying knife marks, merged into one again.

Tianxing is about to point the phlegm away.

He wanted to speak out and judge all living beings.

Before he could speak, the rain of arrows flew from a distant place.

"Good! The punishment of heaven will be judged on behalf of heaven..."

In the distance, Jiang Manlou looked at the purple sky and felt scared.

I thought I finally caught up, otherwise when this Tianxing General really opened the mouth of punishment, whether it was the boy in robes or Princess Dayan, I might have no life.

(PS: Tianxing will have an extraordinary history, well, I can only reveal so much. The name of this chapter is taken from a song, Spring Mill, thank you. Please give me a monthly ticket.)