Zihuo eliminates one sword.
What a strange and sharp name.
Taoist Heitian and the Heavenly Lords looked at each other, saying that they had never heard of it, but they all knew that there were not many things in this world that could make the "Mask Master" lose his temper.
The sub-fire is the blue fire.
But where is the sword?
Lu Ran knew this.
The sword is in the pattern.
Just in my own eyes.
Eight rings come together and eight stars connect.
Eight immortals, eight paths connected.
The eight blue fire rings connected together, like a string of orbs hanging above the head of the huge mask, are the sword.
A sword of destruction burning with eight layers of fire and the souls of eight true immortals.
The sword that destroys everything in the world.
The transparent blue of the sub-fire, the invisible and deep blade.
It is like the profit of gold coming out of a mine, and the light of looking at the stars.
The fastest and sharpest thing in the world is nothing but light.
Using light as a sword is the true meaning of the treasure that opens the sky.
It’s just that Huaihuang refined the most precious god into an agreed-upon magic circle.
Huaihuang, although he has been practicing for more than four hundred years, is still a red immortal.
But he is also the most talented weapon refiner in this half of the world.
Although Lu Ran only learned about this from others many years later, the blue magic circle that Huaihuang used himself, other people's immortal souls, and primitive sub-fire to refine in front of him really shocked him deeply.
Although he didn't know how powerful this power was.
But he saw a moment of light through the blue fire that tore through the dark clouds and the sky.
The eight fires gathered tighter and tighter, the flames became fiercer and fiercer, and the dreamlike blue light grew faster and faster.
A pillar of blue flames was like a heavenly punishment, and the super-achieving sword suddenly fell down at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye.
With a roar, the right eye of the huge mask was pierced, and then the mask was nailed in place, unable to move.
One hit, a hit?
One hit, hit.
Hitting and deadly.
Lu Ran couldn't help but shout in his heart.
Because he saw the mask struggle twice and then stopped moving.
But killing a perfect immortal is not that simple.
So he looked at Taoist Heitian and his group behind the masks for confirmation.
The group was originally kneeling on the ground, but now that the blue fire was too strong, they had to get closer to each other, so there was no order and they looked somewhat embarrassed.
However, it was just embarrassing.
No one even raised their heads to take a look.
No one took a step back.
These true immortals all have a clear mirror in their hearts, and it is impossible for the Master to be defeated hastily like this.
If the leader could only withstand one blow in this great formation, then they wouldn't even have to run away.
And based on their past understanding of the sect, if they searched randomly and offended Tianwei, it would be a big fool's errand that they would not be able to afford.
So they don't move.
Like the huge mask with eyes pierced by blue fire, it remained motionless.
Only Huaihuang still maintained the formation with great vigilance, while Liu Ping'er and Yan He, one on the left and one on the right, protected him.
The eight immortals were struggling to support themselves in the sub-fire, keeping the sharp blade downward and keeping the sword's light undiminished.
One breath, two breaths, a full three hundred breaths passed.
Everything in front of me is like a still picture, with no result from the hard work.
Only the sub-fire was burning endlessly and was about to surround Lu Ran.
suddenly.
The seemingly dead mask opened its remaining eye.
Then on the mask, a nose and ears grew at the same time.
At this point, the mask finally changed from a "mask" to more like a "face".
A face that was absolutely beautiful but already had injuries.
"You guys, go and kill Huaihuang."
He gave the order, and then breathed out six balls of fire from one eye, two nostrils, two ears and mouth.
Red, orange, yellow, green, purple and black.
Six balls of anger.
Red is like blood, orange is like the sun, yellow is like gold, green is like a dream, and purple is like mist.
Black is a leading general.
The six fires flew upwards and fought with the eight immortals among the eight stars.
at the same time.
Sanyin Tianjun received the order, and the mirage appeared. It was a headless and one-legged naked giant. He held a giant ax in his left hand, but it was his other leg, and he held a round shield in his right hand, but it was his head. .
With two squeaking sounds, the Heavenly Punisher's giant ax opened the way, splitting the blue fire, and the round shield hit Huaihuang's head with his backhand!
Huaihuang's eyes did not squint, and all the talismans all over his body lit up, trying his best to maintain their integrity.
Yan Heyi on his left was already flying high, and at the same time, nineteen piercing fangs flew out, blocking Sanyin Tianjun five feet away from Huaihuang.
right hand side.
Before Liu Ping'er moved, he saw a black light approaching.
Soon, the black light completely engulfed Liu Ping'er's thin and rickety body.
While he was in a panic, he saw two thread-like red and blue lights appearing in the black light.
The red and blue light gradually tore apart the black light, and finally turned into two almost boundless wings of fire, one red and one blue, inserted behind a fairy with a face like sapphire.
Liu Ping'er's mirage appeared and threw the smiling Taoist Heitian in his hand, along with a black light, to the sky a hundred feet away.
Huaihuang sighed deeply.
He twisted the formula again in his hand, and the "sword" in his hand also rotated as he moved.
The light of the sword carries the wind, chases the wind, and rides on the wind.
One ring is destroyed.
In an instant, the six-colored angry fire was chopped into countless pieces.
Lu Ran only felt that the sky was like a clear sky in front of him, and he saw another shooting star.
Fleeting.
The fire of anger has been broken.
Huaihuang changed hands again and twisted the secret again.
In the formation, another sword came out.
This sword was extremely precise and much more severe than the first sword.
There was another earth-shaking bang.
A sword penetrated the other eye on the huge mask.
Through the eyes, it penetrates directly into the entire Wanhuan Tower.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
I don’t know if the mask felt pain, but it screamed in extreme pain.
Huaihuang returned his hand, twisted his hand again, and struck out with his sword again.
The flow of talismans all over his body reached the limit, and Huaihuang's body began to light up with blue flames.
The sword was pulled out from the Wanhuan Tower and swung out diagonally.
A dark piece of iron flew out from the huge mask.
That's the nose of that face in that mask.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
A more painful cry.
The entire Wanhuan Tower trembled twice and began to sink and collapse.
Being pushed down.
Lu Ran was overjoyed. No matter what, at least the situation in front of him was a win.
However.
Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, a person slipped onto the floor in front of Huaihuang quietly, like a drop of water.
In a pool of silver water, a young man wearing a silver robe and a face like a quiet lake was born. This young man was otherworldly and had an extremely handsome face.
He's so handsome that even if he attacks you secretly, you don't think there's anything wrong with him.
In his hand he held an equally otherworldly handsome sword, like a thin stream of silver water.
With a single stroke of his sword, he chopped off Huaihuang's hands to the ground.
