Chapter 787 (1/2)
With the sword light rising slowly from the sword box, a vicious, greedy and domineering atmosphere also pervaded everywhere.
Under the shadow of black sword light, a long sword hilt of ancient style appeared at the gate of the open sword box.
Originally, it looks like a long sword made of red copper. Its color changes rapidly from red to green.
Its material seems to be bronze.
Beiming stretched out a hand, held the handle of the bronze ancient sword, and then pulled it out of the sword box.
Suddenly, the black light filled.
Sword light into a huge black hole, across the void.
The evil sword is gluttonous!
Dark and unknown black sword light everywhere, all of a sudden will devour the heavy fire.
Engulf the black sword light after the fire, no reduction, but more powerful!
The young man under the light and shadow of the fire phoenix saw it. He raised his eyes, stood his palm like a knife, and split towards the north.
The flames condensed into Dao Dao Dao's light, crisscrossing in the air.
The red light of the knife is extremely concise, and each light is like silk thread.
The countless lights of the sword interlaced, and the hooks were woven into a huge net, which was airtight, and shrouded towards the north.
Beiming did not neglect, urging the evil sword Taotie to fight.
Yan Zhao song, the original master, came to the back of Beiming 's separation, and the two fingers in his food stood together like a sword.
The ever-changing meaning of Jue Xian sword instantly evolved into a sword technique suitable for Taotie of evil sword, so as to facilitate the sword to play its power.
The boundless black light turns into a boundless mixed hole, and the edge extends continuously, as if it is infinitely huge, facing the opponent's Phoenix wing Tianluo Dao.
”This evil sword is of high quality...” The youth in the fire frowns.
His strength is far better than that of the six realms of the ordinary martial saint. However, neither Yan Zhaoge nor Bei Ming has reached the level of Xianqiao, which is not enough to play the full power of the evil sword Taotie.
In this case, it was unexpected for him to stop him.
He gave a cold Snort and suddenly reached out.
In the twinkling of the dark red light, it fell into this man's hands. It was the top-grade holy soldier that he had worn before and used as a body guard.
When the light faded, Yan Zhaoge looked carefully and found that it was a big bow.
The other side pulls open the bowstring, and the flames gather at the fingertips, forming a red long arrow at full speed, aiming at Yan Zhaoge.
This is a pair of high-quality bows.
It's used for body protection. It doesn't show its power at all.
At this moment, this talent is really using this noble soldier.
Bow string a shock, a fire through the void, direct Yan Zhao song, earth shaking momentum!
There is no time interval between the fire and the target.
In the void between Yan Zhaoge and the other party, there is no trace of burning through the fire.
This arrow seems to completely ignore the boundary between time and space.
Until the evil sword Taotie's black sword flickered, the rocket appeared and was blocked by the black hole.
But this time, the black hole failed to swallow the rocket.
When the brilliant light broke out, the rocket even penetrated the barrier of Taotie sword light, and still insisted on shooting at Yan Zhaoge and Beiming separately.
The other side urged the bow to exert its strength to the full, and combined with his own strength comparable to that of Xianqiao wusheng, it was really terrifying.
But Yan Zhaoge was ready, and the sun seal came down from the sky and hit the rocket.
Through the black hole, the rocket, which has greatly reduced its strength, is suddenly crushed out by the sun.
The young man's eyes flashed fierce, and he was upset that he could not get Yan Zhao's song.
He has taken it seriously, but he can't stand each other's thicker background and more treasure.
This also made him cry and laugh. Compared with his family, he was more precious. Few people could make him suffer. Unexpectedly, today, he was run over by a warrior from the lower world.