"Quan Gu" Cang Tian rushed forward alone, before the five great teachers, and was closest to Bai Luan.
Naturally, it is also the closest to death.
Bai Luan smiled and casually swiped his sword horizontally, slashing the sword energy towards the warrior of the Holy Light Clan who was wearing a navy blue robe.
moment.
The uncontrollable souls in the sky trembled, and their courage was forced by coercion, and they retreated steadily.
Life and death are only a matter of moments!
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The teaching director Fei Xin used the full blow of the sword of destiny to win a glimmer of life for the sky.
Without this saving sword, Cang Tian would probably have been killed on the spot, his body and soul destroyed!
After all, even Jin Dianfeng's strong body has now been damaged into that kind of virtue...
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The name of Bai Luan's natal sword is very resounding, it is called "Peerless".
The old sword cultivator from the Great Dragon Tribe with white clothes and white hair held a peerless sword in his hand. The brilliance was extraordinary, and he suddenly cut down the sword.
"open!"
The burly old man roared out.
Twenty-eight stars with superimposed magical powers were immediately split apart!
Only some remaining starlight energy was scattered and was able to "last on".
Rui Chi was seriously injured by this blow and his energy was greatly shocked. Immediately, blood surged from his mouth, and he was extremely embarrassed.
Fei Xin, a swordsman at the peak of the Wuji Realm, threw his sword forward with all his strength, but he couldn't even pierce the "body-protecting aura" of the old man in white, so it was all in vain.
There is a gap visible to the naked eye between the sharp tip of the natal sword in Teacher Fei's hand and the rare yin and yang robe, not even half an inch close.
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The golden seal in Jin Dianfeng's chest was split by the sword energy, just like a giant bell being struck by a hammer.
Jin Dianfeng, a red-haired man, was the first to lose consciousness and fell straight from a height.
Cao Ping also lost all his energy and energy at this moment, and fell downwards.
Jin and Cao were rescued by Ling Zhen and Pan Jian respectively from falling and getting injured.
Bai Luan, a swordsman from the Great Dragon Clan, annihilated the remaining bright starlight with a wave of his hand.
The twenty-eight stars at the bottom of the pressure box were all broken, the Milky Way Tianxuan Qi was gone, and Rui Chi, whose soul was seriously injured, also fell straight towards the earth.
He was caught in time by Yang Junjie, the young man in yellow.
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Fei Xin, Cang Tian, and Bai Luan were all covered in blood before they even used their full sword moves, and their condition was tragic.
The two of them were hit by the white-haired old man's punch and leg.
Fei Xin's natal sword was sent flying an unknown number of feet by this punch. The position of Tanzhong point was invading by Gang Qi, making it impossible to prevent it.
If an army of cavalry is cut open by a charge, it will be completely defeated if it no longer has the ability to fight bloody battles.
Cangtian stepped forward bravely, trying to rescue Fei Xin.
However, Bai Luan has already arrived.
The white-haired old swordsman's leg was trapped by a golden shackle, and the speed of this leg was actually not that fast at all.
But Cang Tian, who was extremely good at boxing and kicking and had fought countless battles in his life, couldn't avoid it.
Faced with this move, we can only deal with it forcefully.
The navy blue robe was severely damaged by the force of the leg, and the force instantly penetrated the internal organs!
Cangtian's meridians were severely damaged, and his body couldn't help but weaken, and he could no longer control the air. When he fell from a high place, he was lucky enough to be held by Na Ji Xingchen.
The one who made it to the last one.
It's Fei Xin, the dean of education at the college.
Fei Xin's body was dripping with blood from all the acupuncture points on his body. His seven holes were all scarlet, and his face was terrifying.
But he still tried his best to hold the three-sword-in-one natal sword with both hands, gritted his teeth, and stared at the "big enemy" in front of him who broke into Tongtian Island without permission.
Bai Luan, an old sword cultivator from a foreign land, nodded in approval and said: "My background is quite good. If I can reach the Great Dao realm, I, Bai Luan, will hopefully be able to use my full strength... Unfortunately, I am just a sword cultivator in the Wuji realm. No matter how high it is, It’s not of much use, so just die.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Luan's natal sword magical power surged.
This sword can ban all laws in the world and kill everyone today.
To eliminate the evil bandits in front of you, if I hold out my sword, I will be invincible in this world!
Bai Luan made plans to kill Fei Xin, the man in front of him who could make him look higher.
As a sword cultivator, to kill a sword cultivator is the so-called "respect".
Fei Xin's eyes were covered with blood, and he could hardly see anything in front of him. He could only see a bright divine light, and golden light filled everything he could see.
The old man Bai Luan, who was tall, majestic and domineering, had already thought about which sword move to use to take away the life of the swordsman wearing the Taoist purple robe.
Fei Xin, who was not weak in Buddhist cultivation but did not think that he would be able to be reborn in bliss after death, held his sword in front of him with a resolute look in his eyes.
He was sure that he would die this time, and he no longer had any fear.
Fei Xin's face was full of anger and he shouted angrily: "Fei Xin of Shang Academy, it doesn't matter if you die, just draw your sword!"
Bai Luan grinned and uttered four words, "Send you back to the west."
Ling Zhen felt very nervous at the moment.
Gao Fei, a swordsman in white who has always been highly regarded by Teacher Fei, is determined to risk his life to stop Fei Xin, at least to delay Fei Xin's death for a while!
But before Gao Fei could move, someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.
It was a withered and old hand.
Look back.
Standing at the back was an old man with white tiger skin who was as black and thin as iron.
The tall, thin old man with two swords as his legs smiled and said: "But it's not time for you to fly high and die yet."
Suddenly, white-haired old swordsman Bai Luan looked down, his eyes becoming solemn and solemn.
At this time, Bai Luan's "sight" fell.
There was a voice as unpleasant as the call of a drake, which came from below to high in the sky.
Everyone in heaven and earth can hear it, it is deafening, as if the great savior has come to the mortal world.
"Whoever dares to act recklessly on Shang Island must first ask me if I, Ying Chun, will accept my sword!"
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Bai Luan, who is wearing white clothes and white hair, has a very tall and muscular body. He is holding the "Peerless" sword that has been transformed into a sword. The blade is glowing with golden light, and his energy is flowing endlessly.
The person he is hostile to is the human race's swordsman saint.
The old man with white tiger skin, who had no sword in his hand but used his feet as sharp blades, struck out with a sword, and the sword energy directly hit the "Lord of Sword Island" in Shenlong Continent.
The old man in white, whose surname was Bai and whose name was Luan, suddenly changed in the yin-yang robe he wore.
A burst of black and white zhenqi surged out crazily, blocking most of Bai Luan's kendo murderous intent.
But no matter what, I couldn't bear it completely.
After the shocking blow, Ying Chun was calm and calm, as if he had never made a move.
Bai Luan's old face showed some obvious signs of a dragon!
The teeth became sharper, and in a pair of sharp eyes, pointed "jujube pupils" suddenly stood up, similar to cat's eyes.
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Below, at the entrance of Hi Building.
The crowds of people were no longer just the "Five Tigers of Shangdao", but all the students from the entire college.
They all came to watch the battle and watch the show!
Ling Fengge, a female swordsman in red gauze, also hurried over. She stood next to the young man in green robe, her own brother.
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After taking down Ying Chun's sword, Bai Luan took the initiative to break open the golden anklet used to suppress his cultivation. He was ready to go all out and shouted loudly: "The human sword cultivator is well-deserved!"
Ying Chun had no expression on his face and snorted the word "beast" coldly. The gold medal instructor of Shang Academy suddenly shouted loudly below: "Children of the Ling family, let's see how this swordsmanship of mine compares. How about Zhiyu Youcong’s Victory Technique?"
"The name of this set of swordsmanship that I have mastered is-Jianjinjiu!"
As soon as these words came out, Ying Chun completely merged with the body that resembled the body of the Yang God that he had transformed from his "White Emperor" sword.
The Dharma is hanging in the air, how dangerous it is!
The legless old man with a white tiger skin on his shoulders has improved his "Frost Blade Wuji" swordsmanship to a higher level. This swordsmanship is comparable to that of the sword god's Victory Technique.
The name of swordsmanship "will enter the wine"!
The young man in green robe tried his best to look at the heights.
But I saw that the old sword master's natal sword "Ruijin" had created countless brilliant and boundless sword energy.
The killing momentum was at its peak, like a vast army of armored cavalry, and it continued to cut into Bai Luan's black and white robe.
The sword energy cuts through yin and yang, the sword light cuts through creation!
Ying Chun's Dharma Appearance glowed with the supreme holy light of the White Tiger Emperor. The Dharma Appearance, which was as tall as anyone else, had no weapons in its hands, only empty fists and bare hands.
And that "Holy King" sword was now divided into two, perfectly integrated with the two sharp blades of Ying Lao Sword Master's feet, and they were inseparable from each other.
Two swords.
One has a frost blade to show you the king, and the other has a green-edged sword to show you.
Two long swords with unparalleled magical powers and names with a total of ten characters were enveloped and covered by the aura of the sage king for thousands of years. They were completely enveloped and became more and more unstoppable. The gods made changes!
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Over Tongtian Island.
Not far from the battlefield, a blue-shirted swordsman looked at the battle ahead with a happy expression.
The immortal with the surname Wei, who came from the Exile of the Exiled Immortal, curled up the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but smile and talk to himself, saying with emotion: "What a great fight between the White Emperor and the White Dragon."
