Chapter 133 (1/2)

”Hoo!”

Facing the impact of the scallop figure, Yang lie just lightly waved his robe sleeve and gently pulled it out.

However, the sleeves of his robe seemed to be filled with lead, mercury and mercury, which was astonishing. That simple pumping, fell into people's eyes, like slow motion general, an inch away.

Finally, the sleeve of the robe hit LAN Xinchen!

”Kala, Kala.”

The dull voice of refined iron was like freezing crack, and the light of blue heart Chen's scales was suddenly dark, and it broke into pieces and burst into the air in the roar!

”Ah

Blue heart Chen sends out a scream, although he is not a monster, scale armour is only changed by the inner yuan. But the martial arts of his practice is special. Each scale of armor is deeply embedded in his body, which is no different from the physical body.

This time he was shaken to fly, no less than to be cramped and skinned. The pain made him howl and nearly fainted.

With the sleeves of Yang lie's robe flapping out, he kept on taking a step forward.

The strong inner yuan sends out, the ground is humming and shaking, and a stream of air is blown away by the shock, hitting the blue heart Chen.

”Stop it! You are too presumptuous

The roar of anger sounded, and a piece of yellow leaves fluttered from the air. Each of these leaves is well-organized, with light brown lines on the edge, which looks like the real leaves.

At first glance, there are thousands of them!

”Hiss!”

One of the fallen leaves slowly touched the ground. In a flash, the square ruler seemed to have been blasted by explosives, and countless cracks were torn apart.

Each of these fallen leaves is the most pure sword Spirit --

the elite disciple of Zixiao mountain and the five level master of Vientiane realm ”Fang Yisheng”, a superior martial arts ”fallen leaf sword technique”.

Compared with LAN Xinchen, who only knows how to use brute force, his fighting power is much higher than that of LAN Xinchen. Even compared with Wu Dao Heng, it is also between Bozhong and Wang. His swordsmanship combines the power of vision, and can cope with the siege of dozens of elite disciples at the same time.

Facing the fallen leaves all over the sky, Yang lie just glanced at random, his eyes showed a trace of indifference, and gently spit out a word: ”broken!”

”Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!”

Yang lie's body seems to be surrounded by invisible power, one step forward, the sword spirit is vertical and horizontal! Compared with Fang Yisheng, his sword Qi is invisible, but its power is several times stronger.

The fallen leaves could not touch his body at all, and they were pierced immediately. They were broken like pieces of paper and disappeared in the air.

Yang lie has an instinctive understanding of the world's swordsmanship since he became a great swordsman. Therefore, although it is mysterious and strange, it still has no mystery in his eyes.

When the fallen leaves were broken, Fang Yi Sheng's inner elements were cut off immediately, and the vision was also strongly trembling. A very strong anti shock force, just like the Yangtze River tide, hit the viscera!

”Sword!”

Fang Yisheng spat out a mouthful of blood and sat down on the ground like gold paper. His face was full of fright, and he did not dare to move any more. Just because of the impact just now, the vision in his body was almost shattered, and his accomplishments were almost retrogressive.

”What?”

Everyone is shocked to look at the scene in front of them, not to mention Nie you and others, but Zhao Le, who has just seen Yang lie's hand, has a dull face.

He clearly remembers the last time the swords were horizontal, and Yang lie gave out all his cards, so he struggled with a few moves. But this time, in the face of two strong men with equal strength, he almost effortlessly defeated them.

What terrible progress is this?

What happened after I and others left the nether Jedi?

”Brother LAN, brother Fang.”

Among the people, Luo Zhenxiao was the most frightened. Originally, relying on the five strong men in the two Vientiane realms, he relied on himself to eat Yang lie. But did not expect, in a twinkling of an eye, the backstage was easily defeated.

Fang Yisheng just didn't hear that. Although he wanted to make friends with his elder brother through Luo Zhenxiao, it did not mean that he was willing to sacrifice his own future.

He had a strong premonition that if he provoked Yang lie's hand again, his vision would be hard to keep, and his cultivation might fall back to the triple realm!

”You, what do you want to do?”

Looking at the figure of the mysterious robe, Luo Zhenxiao seemed to see a demon God coming. He stepped back again and again and said, ”my elder brother Luohuang has already realized the six level vision, and has been favored by the virtual Zixiao giant and absorbed into Zixiao peak. If you dare to touch me, watch out for the consequences

Yang lie stops. When Luo Zhenxiao thinks his threat has an effect, he sneers: ”when you are proud, you are the only one. If you are not an opponent, you will raise your elders. You still have no progress at all.”

Luo Zhenxiao was satirized by him and his face was purple. He was about to say a few scene words. Suddenly, the phantom flashed, and then a pair of pliers like hand held his neck and lifted him high: ”since you like to send people back to the West so much, I will make you happy!”