Chapter 722 (1/2)

Ah Huan is already the sword of the third son of Shen.

Zhong Zheng's pupils contracted and his sword holding hand tightened.

Chu Huoluo and her wife are also very relaxed now. They casually take away some of the attacking warriors, and then they begin to discuss in a low voice: ”is the sword technique of ah Huan controlled by master?”

”It should be. She can't use such a sword.”

Face to face, she has just been promoted to the seventh level of Shenren realm. Chu Huoluo and Princess long are not rivals of ah Huan, but she has been able to judge and experience her sword skills.

Her sword is indomitable and attentive. Even if she is a master with the same strength, she is very uncomfortable to strike.

However, her sword is weak. If she fails to hit the target, she will have no stamina. She can't lift her weight as lightly as she does now.

”But master wants to use a sword, why don't you use me...”

Chu Huoluo's mouth was full of discontent. The feeling of being completely controlled by her master was like the transcendental realm of the unity of heaven and man. She was willing to immerse herself in it. Now the master uses a sword. She doesn't need her, Princess long or ziningjun, but she uses an outsider, which makes her feel uncomfortable.

Princess long also remembered that when she was used as a sword by her master, her cheeks were flushed, but she also missed her.

They are free, but they are beginning to feel more and more pressure when they are facing Zhong Zheng, who is a dirty girl.

This perfect and terrible blade.

It's breathtaking.

Today, when Zhong Zheng came here, he thought that he would die.

The third young master Shen is the sick sword immortal before. There are more than a thousand master's lives under the sword. Zhong Zheng thinks his accomplishments are a little higher than those so-called masters, but he is still not sure about Shen Zhenyi.

As a swordsman, he can't bear failure, but he can't bear to lose the courage to challenge.

So at the invitation of Mr. wine, Zhong Zheng still came.

The consciousness of death.

But he never thought that Shen Zhenyi didn't even have to do it himself.

He was sad to find that he could not beat the other's sword.

Mercury spills to the ground, impeccable.

The girl is still using the simple and efficient sword technique before, but in the sword technique, it seems that there is a little more, just a little bit, which makes Zhong Zheng unable to break through.

”We'll help you.”

When the clock was falling into self pity and despair, the voice of Mr. wine came from his ear.

He hated the sound.

But he could not refuse.

”Empty God, change the sun!”

With Mr. wine's drinking, the virtual image of Mitha, which is made up of the light of all gods, suddenly collapses to the middle and becomes a luminous ball, which is dazzling!

Immediately, there are countless light balls flying up, although the volume is much smaller, it also makes people unable to open their eyes.

Ah Huan hums, staggers one step, but sees nine luminous balls circling on his head and falling at the same time!

”Nine days, Zhenyue! Fall

The nine light balls landed on his shoulder, arm, trunk and thigh, which immediately brought heavy pressure. When he was shocked, he suddenly fell into the ground more than half a foot.

”Interesting.”

Shen Zhenyi finally stopped peeling grapes, raised his head and took a glance at the wine man's place.

”I thought that the inheritance of the array in the world of seven injuries should be cut off. I didn't expect to be able to apply the change of virtual spirit to such a state. The world is so big that some people have some adventures. ”