I Am a Magic Sword

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"power!"

"Kill!"

"fear!"

Seventeen red eyes flashed with strange light, the tall and burly body swelled sharply, the momentum suddenly exploded, and in the thunder, he suddenly appeared in front of Yihuan.

"Seven types of blood demon!"

The blood mist inside the blood mist suddenly thickened, and the violent killing intention suffocated Yihuan.

He has never seen such a violent killing intention!

Even the murderous body of the dead world-breaking master Jia Songyuan cannot compare with Chen Pengfei in front of him!

In an instant, he began to fear!

"General Yi!" Xiong roared loudly.

This loud roar restored Yihuan's mind, and he immediately operated Zhenyuan, blocking the long sword in front of him with his combat instinct.

The red blood sword brought up the blood-red swordman's fierce cleavage on the long sword, and the blue light on the long sword was instantly defeated by the blood-red swordman's sword.

The irresistible force struck, the long sword bent, and the blade was tightly pressed against Yihuan by the red blood sword.

"boom!"

The red blood sword shot on Yihuan, and Yihuan felt like he was smashed by a mountain!

Yihuan fell from midair, fell into the sea of ​​people, and was hit **** the ground. The airflow that was rolled up directly blew the soldiers of the two countries within 50 meters.

After the smoke had dispersed, only one deep pit was left in place, half of which was exposed barefoot in the middle of the pit.

Xiong Zaiyuan sullenly reminded: "Don't fight hard with that guy, his power is greater than mine!"

"He is too strong. Only three days ago, he was only in the middle of the congenital phase. Now he is in the late congenital phase. His strength is even stronger than that of the ordinary innate warriors.

"..."

"That guy is not easy, his killing sword is very strong!" Xiong Zaiyuan thought for a moment and said, "I feel that his killing sword is not the strongest artistic conception he has mastered. He should also cultivate another kind of artistic conception. No, it should be the main subject. I have never seen an unknown mood before, but it is definitely stronger than his killing mood!"

The innate master said aloud, "Hide so deep?"

"Yes, a terrible guy!" Xiong Zaiyuan said in a deep voice.

Ordinary warriors can understand a kind of artistic conception, that is, God is very kind to him!

A warrior who can comprehend two artistic concepts is very rare!

And even if the top geniuses comprehend the two moods, they will almost sensibly choose only one mood to practice.

Because only the artistic conception is improved, the strength can be improved accordingly. If you want to break through to the heavens, you must understand the mystery. If you understand multiple artistic concepts at the same time, the strength will be extremely slow, almost twice as slow!

From a long-term point of view, it is absolutely wise to cultivate multiple artistic concepts, and it is wise to cultivate only one artistic conception!

But the bear's momentum on Yuanneng XVII can be seen, and XVII's understanding of another unknown mood is also very profound, much stronger than the killing mood!

"He hasn't turned sixteen this year?"

Xiong Zaiyuan replied: "This is what the data says!"

"Absolutely deceiving, say he believes he is forty-six!" another general later congenitally asked anxiously, "then how do we kill him?"

Xiong glanced at the hole on the ground and took a deep breath and said: "Don't think so much, think about how not to be killed first!"

"..."

In the Red Blood Sword, Chen Hao shook his head when he heard Xiong Zaiyuan's words.

Xiong Zaiyuan was a little wrong.

Seventeen comprehension of the conception of force does not have a deep sense of killing, but the conception of force is inherently stronger than the concept of killing!

They want not to be beheaded by the seventeen, it is quite difficult, unless they turn around immediately to escape, maybe there is a chance!

Seventeen comprehend three kinds of artistic conception, powerful body defense, practicing skills and martial arts are also top-notch, and the red blood sword provides him with double effect of sword destructive power, leapfrog killing innate peak is not a problem!

What's more, the bear was seriously injured in the hands of far away, and the combat effectiveness was greatly reduced!

Not beyond Chen Hao's expectations, another inborn late general of the White Dragon Army once again died under the red blood sword.

Watching the wounds he finally made on Seventeen's body began to heal, Xiong Zaiyuan covered the bleeding wounds in his abdomen with a smirk!

It's... strong enough to be desperate!

Xiong Zaiyuan is also the first time he has encountered such a desperate person!

The opponent is just an innate late master.

It's a monster!

The bear in despair is far away, his eyes are red, he seems to have lost his mind, his eyes become blood red, and he directly attacks the seventeen.

"Has it started again?" Chen Hao whispered, "After seventeen dozen long-lasting stations, the ending is like that green poisonous man."

In the air, two pairs of crimson eyes appeared.

A pair of eyes are desperate and crazy.

A pair of eyes are cold and crazy.

...

The three innate masters fell one after another. The other innate masters of the White Dragon Legion who were paying attention to this battle were panicked, and the magical aura began to take advantage of it!

Then Qiu Yiming took advantage of the opportunity to kill two inborn mid-generals, three innate early generals, and only a few of them had good strength. The innate masters escaped from the blood mist.

With the escape of the innate generals, the defeat of the White Dragon Army is inevitable!

On the battlefield, once the Lord will run away, no matter how elite soldiers will collapse, not to mention, the fear that the Mosha Aura brings to them is too great!

Seventeen stood in the air and looked at the soldiers of the Bailong Legion with more than one hundred thousand. Their fear, fear and despair were all included in his eyes!

He gently flicked the blood from the red blood sword and looked at the enemies and whispered, "Fear! Fear! Feel... my despair!"

Chen Hao looked at Seventeen's eyes, and his crimson eyes were also full of despair!

"Listen to my orders... kill them all!"

The sound of seventeen echoed in the blood mist and rang in everyone's ears.

His voice seemed to be magical, the soldiers of the Nanyun Kingdom were even more crazy, and the soldiers of the White Dragon Legion were even more terrified and desperate!

The blood mist slowly spread, covering the entire Linhu City.

Until the evening of the next day, the battle was not over, and there were constantly soldiers who went out to hunt down the White Dragon Legion and returned to the city.

In the lake city, civilians were mobilized to clean up the corpses filled with streets and alleys.

Outside the city pool, a large pit of nearly 100 meters was excavated, and countless corpses dumped inside.

Inside the dungeon, a burning carbon fire was burning. Seventeen sat on the Taishi chair and looked at Yihuan tied to the iron shelf.

Yihuan Dantian was abolished, and he stared at Seventeen with hateful eyes.

It's a pity that his eyes can't kill people, and he can't even arouse the waves in the seventeen hearts!

"Tell me, are the survivors of the Lan family caught by you? Are they still alive? Where are they?"

"How many times have you asked this question, I will tell you... I will not tell you even if I die!"

"..."

Qiu Yiming standing behind 17 counted silently in his heart: "Thirty-eighth."

"Tell me, are the survivors of the Lan family caught by you? Are they still alive? Where are they?"

"just kill me!"

Thirty-nine times.

...

"Tell me, are the survivors of the Lan family caught by you? Are they still alive? Where are they?"

"You are crazy!"

Forty-first.

"Tell me, are the survivors of the Lan family caught by you? Are they still alive? Where are they?"

Yihuan had closed his eyes long ago, and he didn't want to ignore the seventeen.

"..."

Nine hundred seventy.