Chapter 1281
In the soul of this Soul Ring, it is not the strength of True God…
Instead, he put his Dao Accumulation into it and let Martial Artist come to see him, Divine Dao!
One person guards the lonely city, and he fights against the army with one knife!
From this Demon Race Martial Artist, there is a domineering spirit in heaven and earth.
After this knife, the Demon Race army no one stood up again.
Of course, except for Luo Zheng…
But when Luo Zheng escaped from the Blade Qi, the moment he climbed up, the Demon Race Martial Artist's eyes fell on Luo Zheng!
At the moment when the Demon Race Martial Artist was eyeing, Luo Zheng felt a huge pressure!
"You…Why don't you lie down! ”
The Demon Race Martial Artist roared, and the soul of Luo Zheng's was trembled.
But Luo Zheng's eyes are firm, just faintly replied: "I didn't break my legs, naturally I wouldn't lie down."
"I don't want to lie down, then kneel down!"
"Call "
The Demon Race Martial Artist waved a long knife in his hand and pointed to Luo Zheng, and the large blade pressed down!
This knife is not pressed against Luo Zheng.
But Luo Zheng felt a strong pressure instantly, pressing on his shoulder!
Under the suppression of this giant force, Luo Zheng's knees are slightly soft, and there is a strong and overbearing trend in this pressure, just like a mountain is generally pressed against Luo Zheng.
At this moment, Luo Zheng is the body of the soul, and the power of this pressure is not the real power. He naturally cannot use the Strength of Dragon Scales.
"Not yet kneel down, surrender to me!"
Demon Race Martial Artist Blast!
The large blade will once again push down two points, and the power of the pressure will also increase by two points. The power of Luo Zheng naturally increases by two points!
In the face of such power, Luo Zheng stretched his legs, but still stood firmly in the same place, the eyes are staring at the Demon Race Martial Artist, there is no compromise on the face.
"I Luo Zheng is not awkward, I don't know what to do, how can I be jealous of you!"Luo Zheng said coldly, the body was stretched a bit!
Demon Race Martial Artist sneered, "No, let's die!"
Whoosh-
This large blade is waving!
A rough and tidy Blade Qi, wrapped in the supreme trend, mammothing toward Luo Zheng!
"Heng!"
Luo Zheng is also tit for tat.
Although the great sword that he disarmed from the Demon Race soldier was not suitable, the battle on this soul level was originally to fight with momentum.
He is also a sword!
"Hey!"
Luo Zheng's Sword Intent smashed out, colliding with the big Blade Qi, but it was instantly annihilated. The power of the two is obviously not a level!
Seeing this scene, Luo Zheng's eyes condensed slightly, retreating a few feet away.
At the moment of retreat, Luo Zheng's eyes suddenly changed, and all the emotions in his eyes have dissipated, instead they are the ultimate cold!
"Divine Go-Sword !"
"Whoosh!
”
Divine Go-Sword, originally based on the soul level, just now the word move.
Now that Luo Zheng is in a state of soul, it is equivalent to unloading the burden of the body. This Divine Go-Sword is driven by severe emotions, and this sword is more pure!
"Hey…"
The huge Blade Qi collided with Luo Zheng's sharp Sword Intent and burst into a muffled sound.
Although this Sword Intent is small, it is invincible. Under this collision, it is hard to crack the Blade Qi.
By the time that Blade Qi spread to Luo Zheng, Luo Zheng naturally drilled through the crack…
"Yeah?"
This time, it was the turn of Demon Race Martial Artist to be amazed.
As a mark of True God, although he does not have the strength of True God, but this knife is out, but the Tyrant Dao's Blade is played to the extreme, but it is easily broken by the Junior.
"Call "
Demon Race Martial Artist is once again.
It is another overbearing Blade Qi!
In the face of Blade Qi, Luo Zheng facial expression, the sword in his hand once again waved, once again broke this Blade Qi!
After breaking the Blade Qi of Demon Race Martial Artist twice, the Demon Race Martial Artist was haha laughing. He took a long knife against him and suddenly jumped straight to Luo Zheng!
Seeing this Demon Race Martial Artist went straight to himself, Luo Zheng's face was light, and the long sword circled in the air, but it was once again stinging towards the Demon Race Martial Artist!
"Divine Go-Sword !"
This True God powerhouse, even if it is a mark, is the existence that Luo Zheng cannot overcome.
But this Emperor's Hallway is only a test, what Luo Zheng can do is to maximize his strength.
He believes that if he can't even pass this Emperor's Hallway, I am afraid that there will be few people who can pass this Dream Battlefield. Not to mention the first torch, the woman named Yu Han did not compete with herself. This is a test and sentiment about Divine Dao!
When
Under the collision of the sword, a crisp sound broke out.
Luo Zheng's figure then retreats, and then again, a sword!
"Divine Go-Sword !"
Divine Go-Sword, sword move is only one trick, it is a simple and simple, but a simple trick.
With severing emotions, you can break through…
That Go-Sword Heavenly Venerate was able to compete with True God with the strength of Heavenly Venerate. The power of this sword can be imagined!
When
When
When
“……”
Under the collision of the sword, the color of the surprise in this Demon Race Martial Artist is getting richer and thicker.
Since the opening of Emperor's Hallway, many young and arrogant brats have passed from him…
Letting these Junior kneel down is really not a simple matter.
But no one, able to attack him so many moves, and he also found out that this kind of momentum contained in the brat Sword Intent is actually much weaker than himself!
In the eyes of this True God, this is a very magical thing.
After all, his knife has the potential of the tyrants, and he is thus evidenced by Divine Dao!
A divine Sea Realm's brat, why fight against yourself with a word move?
"What is the sword technique for your cultivation?"Demon Race Martial Artist asked in a cold voice.
"Don't you know?"Luo Zheng smiled and smiled again. "I want to learn, I can teach you!"
When
The sword collided.
"Good! More mad than Lao Tzu! ”When I heard Luo Zheng, this Demon Race Martial Artist was not angry and laughed, and there was a color of appreciation in his eyes.
However, under this knife, the giant sword in the hands of Luo Zheng shattered.
The giant sword he paid temporarily was a bladed weapon that did not flow in, but it was broken under the collision…
The Demon Race Martial Artist saw this scene and took the plunge. The purpose of his existence was not to kill Luo Zheng. In this blink of an eye, the long knife was gently picked, and there was a hand on the ground not far away. Saber flew towards Luo Zheng!
"I don't believe you can break me!" Take your sword! ”
After all, Demon Race Martial Artist will slam the long knife into the sky!
A knife! Two knives! Three knives…
The thick dark clouds of this day were divided by his Blade Qi!
After these few knives were thrown out, Demon Race Martial Artist said in a cold voice: "The knife is the tyrant, and my pursuit of life is the tyrant. I am using the knife to enter the road. I am the exclusive Divine Dao! And get Vajra Divine Spark! My life, Mo Chen! ”
When his voice fell, the thick clouds were shattered, and a ray of sunshine broke through the clouds, but there was a sense of clouding and fog!
Meanwhile…
Invisible Blade Qi, sinking from the sky, gathered on Luo Zheng!
"buzzz ……"
Luo Zheng pointed to the sword with a long sword, and the expression did not change at all.
At this time, Blade Qi's momentum is astounding, and this domineering is integrated into the world, and Wei Zheng is still standing still.
Severing emotions, it is to break all emotions!
In the face of Blade Qi from heaven, Luo Zheng is small, but in turn gives people a feeling of looking down on the crowd, that is, the big pressure is also ignored by Luo Zheng!
"sōu sōu sōu sōu sōu ……"
Countless Blade Qi is coming!
Constantly stirring around Luo Zheng's!
These Blade Qis are like the torrents flowing in the river, and Luo Zheng is a meteorite in the center of the rapids. It stands still and does not move. These torrents are helpless to Luo Zheng, and naturally they are separated from each other…
After a long time, the thick accumulation in the sky was closed again.
I have never seen Blade Qi fall in the sky…
Luo Zheng looks straight ahead at True God, who is called "Mo Chen". He has already withdrawn from the state of severing emotions, and his eyes are a bit more flexible!
Mo Chen noticed the change of Luo Zheng's, it was a big laugh, "You, not suitable for my Divine Dao! and alsoYou already have your own Divine Dao, just the Divine Dao you have repaired, it is destined to be a basket of water! ”
"What is the solution?"When he heard Mo Chen, Luo Zheng asked in confusion.