Heavenly Star

.咔嚓...

The crisp sound of the break, the expression of the cold cliff was distorted, and the heart of Chu Jingtian also jumped a bit. Just when he couldn’t help but want to rush, the hands of Yan Zheng suddenly loosened.

The cold cliff that is suffering from the pain of the heart is not able to prevent it from falling backwards. When he has just returned to the world, a wave of suffocating waves that has made him dirty and violent has already hit his chest... After releasing the hand, in the short break of the cold cliff, the palms followed...

This blow, Yan is using his full strength, just when the cold cliff was hit hard, when the blood sprinkled far away, his mouth showed a glimpse of the gloom. This is a person who can't be hesitant, and everything he shows is telling him that this is an inability to control people... then the best option is before he has fully grown into a huge threat. Destroy him.

"Ice face!"

Chu Jingtian exclaimed, and rushed to the direction of the cold cliff, but under the impact of the majestic power, how fast the cold cliffs flew, the **** body rushed out in the salty wind Falling cliffs. When Chu’s footsteps were forced to stop at the edge of the falling cliff, the body of the cold cliff had fallen like a ruined leaf, and fell into the falling lake under Baizhang, splashing a splash of water, the water, For a little while, a red circle that began to spread was set off. The windbreaker of the cold cliff fell into the water at almost the same time, as he fell into the lake.

Chu Jingtian’s eyes were black, and he fell to the edge of the cliff. He looked at the lake below and was at a loss. Behind him, with a scarlet blood line, it is conceivable that Yan Zheng’s simple blow made the cold cliff suffer terrible trauma.

Yan Bingluo’s footsteps were taken, but Yan Tianwei raised his hand and stopped. He whispered: “Have you forgotten the master’s account?”

"but……"

"No, no matter whether the owner is right or wrong, we should not have any disobedience." Yan Tianwei half-closed, his face as usual, as if his eyes were not born before.

"I understand." Yan bowuo nodded, but his heart was even more tight.

The atmosphere became strange and quiet. They witnessed the emergence of a peerless god. They only had to work hard to see that he was destroyed. The emotion in his heart was not complicated. Although they did not know each other, they were deeply deplored and began to afflict them.

"You shot... It’s too embarrassing." Wu Sansi, who was sitting there and adjusting his interest, suddenly stood up and his face was extremely ugly.

"There is no need to be merciful in the fight. It is a common occurrence for some casualties. This is the rule of the Tianchen Magic Wu Conference." Yan Zheng said that it is not salty.

"Rules? Yes, this is just a rule! And he, just a younger generation, you can avoid it, why should you go down this poisonous hand. You are a good man in the North Emperor, and it is an eager person. "And a middle-aged man backed by the stone wall, said coldly.

"Clean and clean, there is no need to ask what reason, no need to manage the other side of the origins, male or female, old and young, this is the style of my Northern Emperor." Lin Zheng's face also sinks.

"Hey! In the past, the Tianchen Magic Wu Conference had occasional casualties, but the casualties at that time were after the two sides had a big hatred, or after a long battle, and he had no grudges with him, and he was far behind you. You win him a breeze, why do you want to go down this hand! Before today, I still yearn for your North Emperor, and you are doing this, it is unavoidable!"

"say no more!"

In a low-sounding voice that suppressed strong anger, Chu Jingtian stood up from the edge of the cliff and slowly turned around. He looked down, his teeth clenched, his eyes closed, and he desperately suppressed the tears of a few desires. There was a slight tremor in the whole body.

For Chu Jingtian, who was in a closed world, the pain was punishable by his grandfather, and he was taken away by his grandfather. What was the weapon? There, there is not much emotional entanglement, he will not understand that it is true heartache.

At the moment when the cold cliff fell, he finally realized a tearing pain. This kind of pain was felt once when I was shocked to hear that Ye Wuchen and Ningxue died, and I had to go far. Because of Ye Wuchen’s death, he only heard the sound, and he was accompanied by him for three years on the cold cliff, but it was his eyes that looked badly injured and fell down Baizhang’s falling cliff.

A thing called resentment began to burn in his chest. He was anxious to find something that could be vented. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were locked in the body. His heart is too pure, and there is very little resentment. At this moment, in the face of Yan Zheng, what is in his heart is undoubtedly the strongest resentment in his history.

Chu Jingtian put his breath completely out of the moment, as if a gust of wind suddenly blew, and a horrified gaze suddenly hit him, and he looked at him with incredible eyes. This is also a tall man who will not be over twenty-five years old, and his momentum proves his strength, even surpassed the cold cliff just now, and more than a little.

"You are?" Yan was carefully looking at Chu Jingtian, but could not remember any information about this person, and his heart was even more alarming.

Chu Jingtian did not answer him. His hand reached behind his back, holding the hilt, and the sword was silently unsheathed. A bright blue light flashed through everyone's eyes, and their hearts followed a fierce shock.

"Sui Jian!" Yan was drinking a low voice, and then said: "It's really interesting... The first opponent of the old man is the son of the **** of fantasy, and the second opponent is the son of God of War. Now, even the descendants of the sword **** come. Up..."

"Sword God - Flying Dragon Rage!"

Chu Jingtian’s eyes presented an unprecedented haze. He had no more interest in the word with the old man. Whether it was his eyes or his sword at the moment, there was a cold killing. Even the sparkling sword of the blue light, the breath of the outside is also vaguely presented with a bitter cold.

With his cold drink, the sword in his hand suddenly flew out, and the thorns were in the extreme rotation. Yan Zheng dare to use the power of the soul to harden the martial arts, but he wouldn’t be stupid enough to touch the sword, the body retire, his hands stretched forward, and the power of a thick and powerful soul rushed out, slowing down. The momentum of the sword. In the rotation, Yan Jian brought a wave of chaotic swords, such as countless knife cuts on his face and body without interruption, which made his heart shocked. What made him even more shocked was that he had almost exhausted all his strength to stop the approach of the sword, but the terrible feeling still showed no signs of weakening!

The sword has left, but Chu Jingtian still stands in the same place, the right palm keeps the forward movement, and it trembles fiercely. The sacred dragon of the sword **** is the starting style of the sword-sword, and it is also the most difficult one. For the weak, you can hit the deadly. For the strong, you can push it away. At this time, Yan Zheng has been forced to 50 meters away by this "Flying Dragon Roll".

"Yu Jian? Grandpa, this is not the sword that you talked to us that year... This stupid big man will actually be the sword!" Yan bow could not help but shouted out. Because Yan Tianwei and they have said that it is not difficult to become a kendo master, but to be a master of the sword, it is difficult to climb the sky. Most of the kendo masters have a poor life and have not realized the true meaning of Yu Jian.

"Yes, it is the sword. Not only will it be a sword, but only with this hand, it can be seen that his accomplishments on the sword have been a master!" Yan Tianwei nodded.

After defeating Wu Sansi, he easily defeated Yan Yan’s Yan Zheng. Under the temptation of Chu Jingtian, he was already embarrassed. Almost all the masters present were fierce and unable to believe their eyes. Among these people, it does not include Yan Tianwei and Yan Denghong. When they saw Chu Jingtian, they had already seen roughly how strong his strength was under his sturdy appearance. However, the first move of Chu Jingtian’s shot still surprised them. Yu Jian is always the most difficult in the kendo. It is harder than the sword and the sword is difficult to understand, but the sword can be free. It is the realm of the so-called "human sword" and embarks on the real kendo. peak. To achieve this, it is not only necessary to know how many years of hard work, but also many years of sentiment and understanding.

And Chu Jingtian entered the country so fast in the way of the sword, even when the sword **** only practiced to the middle level of the heavens, it can complete the "light sword without shadow" that Chu Yu can display when he reaches the **** level, mainly Thanks to his obsession with the sword. Because when no one can play and accompany, the sword can be said to be his only treasure, the only partner. Chu Yu has been calm and calm in the face of Chu Jingtian, but his speed of entry has made his heart shocked, and his comprehension ability above the kendo has made him almost a few degrees of disappointment. Although Chu Jingtian's skill is above the middle level of the heavenly level, but his kendo is repaired, he has already begun to glimpse the Shinto path.

And he is only 23 years old this year. This is an uncompromising sword idiot, genius. How strong is all his strength? Cold Cliff doesn't know, because he has no ability to force Chu Jingtian to use his full strength, and even Chu Jingtian himself does not know.

Fifty meters, it is already close to the limit of the distance that can be controlled by the sky. His original right hand slammed and then pulled three inches, his wrist turned, and his mouth whispered: "Sword God - Heaven is impermanent!"

The sword that twisted and twisted the horrible wind blade finally stopped turning, and fell down. Yan Zheng also grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand, but his hand just touched the hilt, the original falling 沧溟The sword suddenly spurted upward like a blue lightning. Although Yan Zheng was very fast, he still had three fingers to be drawn. Although he had the power of the soul, he was not cut, but he was profitable. The same is true, a painful heartache, his right hand is already bloody. Yan Zheng slammed back, while licking the three fingers of bloodshed, his heart stunned: so far away, but the sword can achieve this degree in an instant, I am afraid that the sword **** is coming, but it is!

However, he still looked down on Chu Jingtian. The distance between the 50 meters and the sword shot is far from his limit. He is sullen and his face is sinking again in resentment. The sword that shoots the sky is reduced to zero in an instant. In an instant, I reached an amazing degree of direct retreat in the inflammation, the goal is his neck... For the first time, Chu Jingtian was killing a person.

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