Chapter 222: 9 Days Sword Array VS God's Destruction
"Two months."
"I don't have enough control."
Su Ling looked at the broken stars.
The complexion does not change.
said lightly.
Sigh
Everyone sighed.
two months.
This immortal-level martial art has only been mastered for two months!
Immortal martial arts.
When a super strong man encounters an immortal-level martial art suitable for his own cultivation, he may not be able to master it in his entire life, but Su Ling actually said that in two months, he has cultivated the immortal-level martial art to such an extent.
This.
Is it designed to attack people?
"Count the time."
"Not two months."
"He acquired martial arts in the Eighth Battlefield for almost two months."
Murong Tianyun said lightly.
Immortal-level martial arts are so precious and magical.
Kunlun Realm.
Ten fingers can be counted.
Su Ling's immortal-level martial arts.
It must have been obtained in the Eighth Battlefield.
Some powerhouses who heard what Murong Tianyun said were even more shocked.
There are words from Murong Tianyun.
This further confirmed the level of Su Ling's evil spirit.
Click!
Wen old dream.
The troll after the demon body.
Holding a giant halberd.
He rushed towards Su Ling incessantly.
In a blink of an eye.
Seeing that Su Ling was about to fall under the halberd.
I see.
Su Ling stretched out one hand.
A long sword appeared.
long sword.
Towards the halberd.
Immediately.
The space shattered, and the incomparable sword light fell on the halberd.
hiss
Jianmang.
disappear.
The halberd, without the slightest obstruction.
Bi Luo Nine Swords.
The ninth sword.
Use the psychic treasure to display it.
Still unable to resist Wen Jiumeng's attack.
a time.
The invincible legend of Wen Jiumeng is even more shocking.
and.
This is just Wen Jiu Meng's talent.
If you really use the means of destruction, you don't know what kind of powerhouse can resist. You must know that the magic sect has given Wen Jiumeng a lot of super treasures.
"Nine Holy Dragon Art."
Su Ling's figure quickly stepped back.
A hundred meters away from the halberd.
when backing up.
His face was still light, even with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
No panic at all.
this moment.
Su Ling stretched out her hands.
in his palm.
Two phantoms of the dragon appeared.
The phantom of the dragon appeared.
Space collapsed.
Within a hundred miles, Longwei is unparalleled.
The sound of the dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth.
Dragon phantom.
getting bigger.
more and more solid.
In a blink of an eye.
The two dragons hovered in the air and then moved towards the halberd.
Kacha
Kacha
Halberd, collapsed.
Wen Jiumeng's attack finally stopped.
The opposite of.
Two divine dragon phantoms rolled away towards Wen Jiumeng.
Destruction trend.
more powerful.
Su Ling didn't stop after performing the Nine Paths of the Sacred Dragon Art, only to see his spiritual thought move, and the nine-handed psychic treasure long swords hovered in front of him, spinning constantly.
The coercion of the psychic treasure.
Sweep the void.
and.
It is also a psychic treasure of nine-handled training suits.
At this moment, everything trembled.
Su Ling.
Standing in the air, nine long swords revolved around him.
This scene is magical.
However.
Su Ling's hands did not stop.
In a blink of an eye.
A magical sword formation appeared.
Sword formation, tearing the void.
Destroy all things.
Su Ling walked towards Wen Jiumeng with the sword array of destruction.
wherever.
Space shatters.
"Nine Heaven Sword Formation, the first formation."
Su Ling said lightly.
whole person.
Like a sword **** standing in the sky.
more importantly.
The long swords of countless onlookers flew towards the air as if they had been summoned.
a time.
Hundreds of thousands of long swords, like a rain of swords.
Overwhelmingly towards Wen Jiumeng.
puff
Under the attack of the Nine Paths Holy Dragon Art.
Wen Jiumeng's magical body was finally shattered.
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Paled face.
Distorted expression.
Tangtang Shengjiao is the first genius in ten thousand years, sweeping all the talents in Kunlun.
Yet at this moment.
He was actually injured in front of Su Ling.
"The Promise True Demon Dao."
"The demise of the gods."
Wen Jiumeng's eyes were blood red.
Speaking lightly in his mouth, a mysterious and obscure formula appeared.
at the same time.
Space warped.
I see.
Hundreds of pitch-black magic lights rolled towards Su Ling overwhelmingly.
Sky.
Only the sword rain and the magic light of the sword array.
rumbling
rumbling
The explosion of destruction continued.
The ground kept shaking.
The mountain collapsed.
Flowers and trees are turned into dust, and rivers flow back.
All strong.
Exit thirty miles.
Only Su Ling and Wen Jiumeng in the air continued to walk towards each other, not afraid of the magic light and Jianyu.