Chapter 561 (1/2)

”Green lotus -- sword song!”

Hum!

Wang Xiaojian's long sword flicked and sent out a shivering sound.

Then, in the air, a melodious song sounded.

Sometimes the song is loud and clear, sometimes quiet.

Beautiful, just like the celestial voice.

When the singing starts, everyone in the square is attracted.

In my mind, I saw a wonderful scene -

in the bamboo forest of fairyland, a white robed sword immortal haunting with immortal spirit sang and practiced sword.

He was quick and unrestrained.

Every time he stabbed out a sword, he condensed a bright sword spirit and penetrated the sky.

Each sword Qi condenses, and the song will fly along with it.

With the sound of the sword, it reverberates everywhere.

In a moment, when the singing reached its climax, the bright sword spirit turned into the Milky way above the nine days and fell from the sky.

A long song, a sword, the end of the world

Sword of the river, from heaven!

With the endless opportunity to kill.

Pour into the world!

In Kong Tianhai, the great elder, in the surprised eyes of everyone in the square, Wang Xiaojian quickly shot at Kong Tianhai's figure, blending with the sword spirit from the sky.

Then, it turned into the awn of destroying the world!

Brush brush brush brush brush ~

five bright green lotus sword Qi enveloped Kong Tianhai.

From Kong Tian Hai's body, crisscross and crisscross.

In the sword Qi interlaced, Kong Tianhai was as strong as the King Kong Lion devil. He was cut by the green lotus sword Qi, and there were bloody scars.

Ah, ah, ah,

Oh, ow, ow,

Kong Tianhai screamed bitterly.

But no matter how he screamed, he couldn't stop his body from turning into a sword like death space.

In the painful roar, Kong Tianhai's strong defense is broken by the sword spirit.

Breaking down and bleeding.

When Wang Xiaojian's cultivation was promoted to eight Star King Wu.

When the realm of Qinglian sword song was upgraded to the realm of perfection.

Every sword is enough to destroy heaven and earth.

In the boundless silver sword.

Kong Tianhai's fierce defense, comparable to that of the King Kong Lion demon, was broken.

The body suffers from tardiness.

He was bloody.

In the unbearable pain, Kong Tianhai roared sadly, waved his fist, and exerted his powerful fist technique.

He tried to defeat Wang Xiaojian's sword spirit with his powerful magic fist, and then killed Wang Xiaojian.

But his fist has just been extended.

The sword Qi that covered his whole body suddenly closed and condensed into a dazzling white light, which passed through Kong Tianhai's neck in an instant.

A sword is boundless!

Wang Xiaojian's body crossed Kong Tianhai.

This moment, like time still.

On the square inside and outside the mountain gate, there was no sound.

Everyone held their breath.

The headmaster Hong Kun widened his eyes.

Song Zhiyuan, the second elder, has a stiff expression of hope.

All people's eyes, at this moment, fall in the center of Shanmen square.

In the field of vision, Wang Xiaojian is facing Kong Tianhai, holding the sword in one hand, and his black hair is flying.

But Kong Tianhai was frozen in place.

There was a red line in front of his neck, which was thick with magic.

On his face, there was a look of disbelief.

He wanted to turn to see Wang Xiaojian, but he couldn't.

As if all the life in the body is destroyed in this sword.

On the neck of a red line, gradually exuded blood.

Kong Tianhai couldn't turn around and rolled his throat, causing blood to flow in his throat. He said, ”what Sword technique? ”

His voice was hoarse and painful with obsession.

Even if he died, he also wanted to know what kind of sword technique he had killed himself.