The girl in red shouted loudly into the vast void under the solitary peak, venting all the inexplicable depression and evil in her heart before she slowly calmed down.

"Crack!"

A cold light flashed, and a green-edged long sword was buried in the rocks beside the girl in red, and the emotionless voice continued to sound.

"Within one day, I will refine the 'Yitian Seven Swords', otherwise, I will kill those two people from the Demon Sect."

"The big bad guy, the big devil, who pretends to be a righteous person. With a character like yours, you are actually regarded as a god by thousands of righteous people in the world."

When the girl in red heard this, she became so angry that she forgot how terrifying the person behind her was, and turned around to yell at him.

However, in the face of her words, Li Qingting, who was dressed in white as snow, did not change his indifferent expression at all, while an invisible sword energy that was so vast that it could reverse the sky and break through the vastness had enveloped the entire lonely peak.

The girl had to use her own magic power to resist the powerful sword pressure that could crush any firm Taoist heart.

"Li Qingting, please wait for me. One day I will achieve great feats and survive the forty-nine heavenly tribulations. I will be the first to chop you into seventeen or eighteen pieces and feed them to those stupid pigs."

The fragile resistance was suppressed with all her strength. The girl in red could only pick up the three-foot green sword inserted into the rock next to her with grief and anger. She used all the magic power in her body and burst out thousands of bright sword lights in an instant, trying to

Fight for one more breath amidst the increasingly powerful, almost suffocating sword pressure.

She no longer knows how many years she has been tortured and oppressed by this cold guy in front of her. She only knows that she has to learn a new sword technique every day, and if she doesn't practice it, she will be beaten. Over the years, she has lost count of how many times she has practiced it.

There are probably as many sword skills as there are stars in the sky.

No matter how fast her cultivation level increased, she could only hold on for ten breaths at most in front of the guy in front of her. Then the sword in her hand was tragically cut off, and she experienced the intense pain of the sword energy entering her body and cutting her flesh and bones.

"Hey, this is such a hard time, girl."

In the middle of the solitary peak, a middle-aged man who looked like a farmer was holding a dark iron hammer. He looked at the thousands of sword lights that lit up the solitary peak and sighed.

"Why are you being lazy? Hurry up and strike. Bai Yatou has to cut off hundreds of swords every day. If you don't want that God of Death to frown because he has no sword to kill, then give me your full attention to strike."

Not far away from the middle-aged man, the formerly gorgeous Hua Mei Niang, dressed in coarse linen clothes, was sweating profusely and used her own real fire to smelt hundreds of broken long swords into pieces of fine iron. Then the middle-aged man

With a look of grief and anger, he swung the big hammer in his hand and smashed the fine iron block into long flat strips.

While smashing it, he cursed angrily: "I am a farmer who grows flowers and grass, and you ask me to do such menial work. I am not one of those reckless men in Yunzhong City. It is really too much to bully others."

"If you have the ability, rush up to Li Qingting and fight for your life. With your cultivation, you will definitely be able to fight for a while. Maybe Xiaobai Girl and I can take this opportunity to escape back to the Southern Wilderness."

Hua Mei Niang wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her gorgeous face was covered with streaks of gray-black fireworks. In order to survive under Li Qingting's sword, the couple really sold themselves out.

"I'm not stupid. Even Senior Brother Cangtian doesn't dare to face that killing god's sword head-on. Although I'm handsome, handsome and suave, fighting and killing things are really not what I'm good at. If you have the ability, let him compete with me.

Plant flowers and grass.”

Facing her husband's hard mouth, Hua Mei Niang directly fused her hand, and the fine iron block with red light hit his forehead.

A "". Cao Huaonn's half of the cheeks are instantly bloomed by high temperature and strong burned skin.

"Oh, you sister, you are light, it hurts!"

Such horrible injuries. Cao Huaonong was just grinning with teeth, and then picked up the fine iron block with his own cheeks.

The original. I can't see the horrible injuries like that just now.

On the open space not far from the land casting sword, a teenager wearing a long brown dress holds a giant sword that is wider than him, and constantly chopped to the void. Just after cutting a thousand swords, looking back, he turned back.

At a glance, I saw that scene, the eyelids trembled slightly, and it was no strange to see it.

"The two predecessors are high -profile, I don’t know when I can have such a magical power."

When he was thinking like this, an invisible energy came from the top of the lonely peak, and he rolled up a three -foot Qingfeng in the open space around the land of the sword.

"Seven interests, no right, the normal level of the little white girl should be nine interests. Is the mood of killing God in today's mood, or the girl has stepped back."

Caohua Nong calculated the time, and he couldn't help but shivered. The less time to cut off a sword, it means that he needed a faster frequency to hit the iron casting sword.

"What do you think of so much? The old lady is really blind before listening to you.

Hua Mei Niang's accumulation of a long time broke out, and dozens of burning red refined iron blocks hit the whole body of Caohua Nong, namely forehead, mouth, cheeks, throat, heart, spine, etc.

It can be seen how angry her anger is.

However, the brown coat boy nodded very well. He thought that over the years, the Magic Master of these two dwellings, under the cold noodles of Li Qingting, kept mining day and night, burning iron, casting swords, and continued.

For more than 20 years, such a dark jail life.

Each time, Hua Mei Niang will burst out of anger, and she is fiercely playing with grass and farmers, while the latter seems to be like a masochist.

Thanks to this, the two have not yet crazy.

"Compared with them, my little sister is really amazing. I have only practiced a sword throughout my life, and I have not fully enlightened so far. And she has no sample of swordsmanship every day, but she insists on it for 20 years.

Sure enough, compared with genius, I am a waste material. "

When the brown coat boy's heart was emotional, 40 or fifty long swords have been cut off. On the lone peak, the unwilling red coat of the red coat held a handle of the Qingfeng long sword, towards the god of heaven.

The people who are not resistant to the white man are killed.

Repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles. This situation has already become a habit in the heart of brown coats.

Later, he saw Li Qingting a sword cut off the sword in the red girl's palm, and the invisible sword burst out. The original blood -red clothes became more bright.

"Damn, this girl always puts you thousands of 800 appearances one day, so that the stupid pigs of the demon tribe will eat it clean inside and outside."

Wipe off the blood in the corner of his mouth, the girl in red holds another long sword flying, regardless of the bleeding wound of her body, killing the big devil in front of her eyes.

"Genius like Shimei is so hard, but I am lazy here, but it shouldn't be too lazy."

For the brown -coated boy who is extremely confident in himself, he raised the giant sword that weighed 10,000 pounds in his palm, and split a sword that he had practiced for a lifetime.

With a sword split, his crickets had risen brown coats, and a stream of sweat turned into steam like clouds. For a moment, Cao Huaong and Hua Mei Niang only felt the surrounding void trembling, and could not help but look at each other.

"This kid has practiced this sword to this extent."

"The real 'one sword breaks the thousands of methods', even if he does not have a self -condensed path, just with a sword, it is enough to set foot in the realm of the big real person."

The two of them are the first of the seven -day magic door Phantom Magic Sect. Originally, if this ordinary boy was just a look, it was now looking at it. The pure sword repair like this is almost no ancient.

It's.

"Li Qingting is really powerful. This apprentice is only the only one, and a sword breaks the thousands of methods. And the white girl is the hundreds of millions of swordsmanship from ancient times to the present, to achieve the incarnation of kendo from ancient times to the present.

The heavenly man of the evidence. "

Although Caohua Nong's face perspective, it is very unruly, as one of the seven top seven tops of the seven days, the dexterous and delicate mind is admired, even the Cangtian demon owner admires it. In the twenty years of observation, he has faintly noticed

Li Qingting's plan.

But the more he admires the first person in the world, not everyone has such a sense of mind, and uses a disciple of a magic door as his own heir.

"You said, Brother Cangtian knows we are here?"

Hua Mei Niang frowned, and asked very much. She never hoped that she could get rid of the sea of ​​bitterness. And she could grab people from Li Qingting's hands. The entire seven -day magic door had only one heavenly monster.

"Brother's negative Antarctic God, even if there is Li Qingting's sword sword, the fate is blocked. But after so many years, he guess we can guess we are here.

Here, I have a plan to come. The two of us are waiting for it. "

After listening to the comfort of Cao Huaonong, Hua Mei Niang could only continue to use her true fire to burn more than a hundred handles to break the sword. The two began a day after day, year after year, hell life.

At the same time, on the highest peak of the southern wasteland, a black hair is like ink, the skin is like jade, and the feminine and beautiful teenagers are sitting quietly on the throne made of countless skulls.

Monroe Sheng, Zong Qingru, and somehow have made up for the blood dragon of the half -body.

"Brother, don't you say that the Emperor Zun has been dead? This time, the three of us passed, and the three gods were banned. There was no achievement. Who else could do it except him?"

The blood dragon was almost blasting by the heavenly emperor's monument, the soul was flying, and the emotions have been unstable. After coming to the Cangtian Peak, I saw the young people on the throne closed their eyes and could not help but ask for anger.
Chapter completed!