Museum of Demons

A little stream of light bloomed from Wei Yuan’s fingertips, and then along with the finger-cutting process, it gradually spread out, and fell to the center of Shanjun’s eyebrows, between the heaven and the earth, and there was a momentary silence, and Shanjun’s eyes shrank, and then followed closely. , Behind the white tiger's face that did not know how many kilometers spread, a crack appeared on the center of his brow.

The cracks grew larger and larger, and began to spread at an exaggerated rate.

Finally, under everyone’s distracted gaze, the magnificent White Tiger Faxiang was cut from the middle, and then each fell to the sides, and suddenly turned into a tossing cloud. Wei Yuan saw that the cloud began as soon as it fell. It collapsed, until the end, it was no different from ordinary clouds, without the previous power.

He can barely control the remaining wind, and his black eyes overlook the mountain.

"This sword cuts the foundation of your god."

It's just that he himself has lost his unsupported Qi divinity, and his previous manipulation of the magic sword is already the last afterglow. In the Shanjun's pale yellow eyes, his anger was suppressed in an instant. Since the **** was knocked down, he lost the white tiger's magic image. The chains of the previous altar could no longer restrain him at this moment, and he broke free.

Wei Yuan pressed the phone in his clothes, then dropped it casually.

Raise your hand.

The eight-faced Han sword fell into Wei Yuan's hands.

Shan Jun also has a Han-made war sword in his hand.

Then, he rushed to the front of Wei Yuan, who cut off the foundation of his celestial god. Wei Yuan controlled the wind, and the eight-faced Han sword in his palm fell down and collided with the sword in the palm of the mountain king. The palm of his hand was numb, and he could hardly hold the weapon in his hand, but he still gritted his teeth to support and fought again.

Even though the two of them didn't have the previous means like the gods, they took the air to Yufeng and beat the sea of ​​clouds.

The people below can't help either.

The fighter’s load was almost completely exhausted just now, and the two fighting against each other at the moment are too close, accidentally hurting Wei Yuan. Suddenly, Shan Jun ignores himself and stabs forward suddenly, with the ink-colored sword in his palm. Extremely prosperous, reaching the point of Wei Yuan's heart.

Wei Yuan swung around to avoid it, with the sword in his palm barely stopping this move, and never went to exchange his injuries with Shanjun.

At this moment, the momentum fell.

Shanjun holds a sword and volleys forcibly, and his moves are overbearing and powerful.

Wei Yuan could only parry for a while.

The two of them also continued to fall from a high altitude, just relying on the means of Yufeng, without worrying about falling directly to death, Wei Yuan held a sword again, and the sword energy spilling from the sword's edge tore a hole in his clothes. The sword in his hand counterattacked, and his clothes were blown away by the wind, revealing the jade pendant hanging on his neck.

Jade dragon wear.

The jade pendant of the Emperor Qin was once a token of the elites of the Black Ice Platform.

Just now Wei Yuan used his mobile phone to pass the last message out.

Moreover, he naturally didn't have the slightest plan to wear the jade dragon on his body.

Shanjun and Wei Yuan fought close in the air. In order to avoid the target of human weapons, the former refused to leave Wei Yuan too far, and his strength, even if he lost the foundation of the gods, was still above the Wei Yuan at this moment. The Tiger's instinct, and being able to feel murderous and hostile, avoided several attacks in advance.

Wei Yuan felt a murderous intent in his eyebrows becoming more and more vigorous.

almost.

He retreated suddenly, and unexpectedly gave up on his own initiative and escaped from the battle. Shanjun naturally followed closely behind.

But before he knew it, he and Wei Yuan changed their positions once. The swords in their hands blocked each other. Wei Yuan stuck Shanjun's sword with the hilt. The two sides began to fight with each other with fists and fists. Suddenly, it came from the sky. A very strong neighing roar was heard.

Shanjun is a fierce tiger, instinctively judged, did not find hostility against him.

So I didn't pay attention at first.

When he reacted, it was already too late.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to clasp Shanjun, his eyes burning like fire, and from the horizon, a black light rushed from Quan City, with a breath that Wei Yuan was familiar with. It was the weapon of a brave man since ancient times. That is the relic of the first person in the military situation, representing the bravery of the battlefield, almost unsuccessful!

His last news was that the water ghost and soldier soul opened the box of the Overlord Spear.

Because the hostility was directed at Yu Weiyuan.

Even Shanjun hadn't noticed it.

The murderous air pierced through the sky, as if the distant battlefield was coming again, as if the veteran who was going back and forth was riding a war horse again and holding a war spear. Then, the illusion dissipated, and the Overlord Spear penetrated the mountain blocking Wei Yuan without hesitation. Jun, then, also penetrated Wei Yuan's shoulders.

Zhang Daoling's sword intercepted the Overlord Spear at the last moment.

Two psychic weapons fight instinctively in the air.

Wei Yuan's face was pale.

Blood spurted from Shanjun’s mouth, and the army’s evil spirit briefly broke the spirit of the mountain he later acquired. He and Wei Yuan glared at each other, and finally gave each other a kick and separated in the air like a stone. He fell heavily, but fortunately, it was not far from the top of a mountain, which saved the two of them from falling to death.

Both Wei Yuan and Shanjun fell heavily to the ground, lost their divinity, exhausted their mana, and were all seriously injured.

Even the physical strength is constantly passing along with the injury.

That kind of pain caused Wei Yuan's face to be distorted, but without hesitation, he staggered up, firmly holding the Eight-faced Han Sword, and the embarrassed mountain monarch got up at the same time, the latter had abandoned the tiger's body, at this moment Still in human form, the two looked at each other, and then stepped forward in angrily, slashing across the Han sword in their palms.

The two swords continued to intersect, screaming loudly.

When the difference between gods and humans is lost, the control of the power of heaven and earth is lost, the mana is lost, and the last thing that can be used to fight is the courage to draw a knife, the will to retreat, and the most instinctive combat experience. , This has nothing to do with good and evil.

The sword and the sword intertwined, and they did not back down.

Siamese surgery is used.

The teaching of the Yellow Turban Army generals in the Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

And the swordsmanship of Wang Mang's generals in the late Western Han Dynasty.

The two sides were almost evenly matched, trading small injuries for a greater advantage. They could not retreat. They didn't spare their own share. Blood was constantly splashing out. Shan Jun was pierced with a sword and was caught in his armpit by Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan's sword edge He was also firmly grasped by Shan Jun's palm, Wei Yuan bowed his head abruptly, and hit him hard.

There was a sharp pain, and both sides rolled back.

It almost disappeared in one breath.

Wei Yuan gasped quickly and his vision was blurred. He looked back and saw the tallest building in Yingtian Mansion faintly in his vision. Then he remembered what he said, his favorite is a peaceful life. This is everyone in this era. Expectations, but they all know how their peaceful life came about.

When you need to stand in front by yourself, you will not hesitate.

How can you hesitate?

This is my home

Wei Yuan rubbed the blood from the corner of his mouth heavily, and behind him was the world. He staggered to his feet, his eight-faced sword neighed angrily, spit out a mouthful of blood, and rushed forward.

"Fuck you!"

Shanjun stood up supporting the earth, his sight was still concentrated, falling behind the opponent in front of him, there was the vast firmament, the distant sky, the unfettered, hearty self and the future, the sword in his hand did not hesitate to lift up. Up, holding the sword in both hands.

"dead!"

The two made their last desperate bet, stepping, rushing forward, suddenly turning around, and out of the sword~www.wuxiahere.com~ The sword road at this moment turned out to be incomparably similar, both condensing all their strength, stabbing the vital point, Shan Jun thought During the previous fight in the sky, Wei Yuan retreated from the scene where his heart was hurt, and his will was once again firm.

At the end, there is no foreign object, no divinity, no power.

Even experience and courage are useless. Any living being depends on will.

Wei Yuan turned his back to the world, while Shan Jun glared at the sky.

Two swords, one reproduces the legend, and the other cuts off the past.

But there was no hesitation, absolutely absolutely, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, penetrated each other’s hearts without hesitation, in this confrontation, the will of no one side showed weakness and retreat, and it also ushered in the unique, most The tragic scene.

Shanjun is no longer a soul, and the corner of his mouth is almost like Wei Yuan's blood gushing out.

At this moment, the battle is at least heartily.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that his sword pierced the opponent's heart, but a breath of fresh air was emitted, as if the sky was high, condensed into petals, and Shanjun's eyes shrank slightly.

"Kunlun Immortal Flower"

Avoiding before, was it to mislead?

He planned this way from the beginning?

Wei Yuan's left hand grasped the Shanjun eight-faced man's sword in his left hand, and his whole body forcefully broke it in angrily, and then stepped forward, his left hand was dripping with blood, and the fragments of the sword in his hand were chopped through Shanjun's throat, Wei Yuan's body As a result, he exhausted his last strength, brushed the mountain monarch, and fell heavily to the ground.

Hearty, freely look

"General."

I won.

The chess term, general, refers to the final victory. Two thousand six hundred words

Thank you for the great reward of Dashengzhai, thank you

Although today’s second update is the end, it’s too late. It’s barely past twelve o’clock. After all, it’s not even one point yet. Good night everyone.