Chapter 640 (2/2)

In the general altar of the dark sect, there are other dark sect strongmen to meet them, but they are unable to resist the spear of the xuanwang gun.

At the moment, the Xuanmu king with his gun in his hand is no weaker than the one who wields the lightsaber of the years.

The terrible spear finally broke through the dark array!

As if after the night, dawn, light back to the earth, burning light, an instant to illuminate the city and half of the cliff.

Zhou Hao's face was as deep as water, his hands closed slowly, and then he suddenly forced one point towards both sides.

The dark sky seems to be torn, bursting out the unprecedented strong light, and even obscuring the flames and years.

Dark light, dark to the extreme, gave birth to incomparably pure, incomparably dazzling brilliance.

Though fleeting, it is gorgeous.

The shining light turns into the light of terror sword, and cuts to the Xuanmu king.

King Xuan Mu calmly takes back his gun and stops Zhou Haosheng's horrible dark and brilliant sabre in the sky.

Both sides collided, and the sky was white. Fire and rain and light and rain scattered down together. The sea below was riddled with holes, and almost all the sea water evaporated.

But in the boundless white light, the seemingly unhurried time flow lightsaber once again cut to Zhou Haosheng.

Zhou Haosheng calmly responded by alternating the light and the dark, interpreting the changing mood of obscurity, turning the bright sword light into a darkness, like the light of a water sword.

However, when the speed of sword light changed, Zhou Haosheng suddenly avoided his defense and attacked in another direction.

Zhou Haosheng's heart is not good. He wakes up to the fact that the other side has a strong voice.

He wanted to change his moves, but king Xuanmu attacked again with his gun.

Between the left and the right, Zhou Haosheng couldn't give attention to both. He saw the sword light of the long time, cut off on the dark sun and the cold moon above his head!

Being swept by the sword light, the dark sun and the blue moon fall from Zhou Haosheng's head together, turning into streamers, entangled and falling into the distance.

In the unique and strange space formed by the entanglement between the quiet sun and the freezing moon, this moment is also earth shaking.

Yan Zhaoge stays in it and stabilizes her figure. She doesn't want to experience the same feeling of roller coaster just now.

Looking at the chaotic rising and falling sun and the freezing moon, feeling the interruption of the connection between this space and the original dark and desolate array, Yan Zhaoge took a long breath of dullness, and his eyes began to become sharp: ”although different from what he expected, there is still a way to think.”

At the same time, a powerful sword light comes from the distant sky, which is magnificent and magnificent.

King Xuanmu's eyes were slightly chilly: ”Beihai sword pavilion? It's so fast. ”

The sword light is startling. The target is the swordsman who is attacking the general altar of the dark sect.

The two sides exchanged swords in the middle of the air, setting off a huge storm, sweeping the four sides.

Zhou Haosheng's pressure is one of the pines. He quickly blocks Xuanmu king and xuanwang gun.

In the camp of both sides, several figures rushed out and chased the direction of the sun and the moon.

But in the other direction, there is also light, and the goal also points to the sun and the moon.

Between the rise and fall of the light, it seems that the sun and the moon alternate, which is clearly the inheritance of the Taifa of the sun and the moon.

Although shrouded by the sun and the moon, Yan Zhaoge immediately felt that the other side was close: ”the people of guangmingzong......”