The Sword Dynasty - 202. Chapter 201

The long sword held by the cultivator wearing a moon-white gown is also moon-white. After the essence of the body flows into the sword’s body, the summoned heaven and earth vitality is only condensed into a thin lustrous luster flowing on the surface of the sword’s body.

This sword looked light but it was tough and sharp. The two powerhouses above the five realms that were killed by him were all cut off by the swords in his hands.

The general who stood silent as a part of the abandoned chariot was extremely patient. He waited until the luster on the moon white long sword dimmed before he suddenly moved.

There was a muffled sound under his feet, like a sledge hammer hitting something wrapped in cotton.

Such a voice was not noticed at all in the battle formation that caused the gray wolves in the distance to curl up and tremble. However, in the next instant, this Qingjiao general became the focus of everyone around him.

The two exhaust waves opened to the sides as his body rushed forward.

The surging power caused all the sergeants on his forward path to turn out to both sides with the air wave.

The blue armor on his body originally seemed to have no pattern at all in the dark night, but at the moment it was covered with extremely dense black gold runes.

The hot air impacted in these runes, sputtering patches of golden sparks.

Sensing the breath bursting out of this general’s body, the sword master wearing a moon-white gown suddenly paled. This was when he was weak, but in a sense, it was also the strongest moment in his life. .

Because of the unprecedented strength of the opponent, he is bound to inspire all the power, including the last means of life-saving.

A white spar hung in front of him with an aura unique to his life, and the white light fell into the long sword in his hand like flowing water. At the same time, the roar of the giant mountain moving from the sky came. sound.

Many flying swords in this sky wailed in fear, and avoided one after another.

A cry of horror that could not be suppressed sounded.

Although I saw the sword master in the moon-white gown murdering people like grass, even the five-level powerhouses were casually beheaded, but this person had been hidden before, until this time, the surrounding people suddenly realized that this person is the real seven. Master of the environment.

At this time, General Qing Jia had rushed in front of him.

There was a sharp cracking sound.

A dazzling purple flame emerged from the hands of General Qing Kai.

Boom!

The dull drumbeat sounded between the heaven and the earth.

However, this dull sound, at this moment, covered most of the sounds on the battlefield, and shocked everyone’s hearts.

The figure of the sword master wearing a moon white gown disappeared instantly.

When the people around came back to their senses, they realized that the body of the Seven Realm Sword Master had turned into a white stream of light in the night, and he was shocked by how many feet back.

General Qing Jia’s body stood still on the spot.

His figure appeared extremely tall, because the cyan armor on his body began to split.

Those runes shining with golden light seemed to have absorbed the impact of this reckless effort, but the result was that the blue armor itself broke apart, blown away by the tumbling True Qi on his body.

Inside Bengfei’s blue armor is a thin middle-aged man.

He clenched a piece of purple stuff like a short stick in his right hand, his face was a bit haggard and melancholy, but he was unspeakable fortitude.

“General Fan!”

In such a long time of chaotic strangulation, even the strong of the seven realms have been unable to succeed, and everyone else is naturally more exhausted. However, the moment this middle-aged man showed his figure, countless cheers and shouts were shaken. Many people immediately gained strength and courage when letting go of the Buddha, and even gained the confidence to win.

In such a battle formation, in this entire world, only a general surnamed Fan can give his sergeant such confidence.

Fan Dongliu, a general of the Great Chu Dynasty, Yum.

One side is the Chu army, and the other side is mostly mysterious clothes and mysterious armor, and most of the practitioners are sword masters. This is naturally the army of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Listening to the shouts and cheers at this time is full of surprises, and it can be concluded that the original chief of the Chu army here, most people do not know that Fan Dongliu will be here.

Seeing the grandmaster in the moon white gown was blown away by a blow, a few swordsmen wearing light armor or cloth clothes in the vicinity showed sorrow and flew towards Fan Dongliu.

Fan Dongliu’s complexion remained as usual. The purple thing in his right hand that was like a short stick gave off a jewel-like light. A unique energy penetrated into his body in the opposite direction, but his right hand was still hanging down, and his left hand was pointing. The sword shot out purple sword light, easily assassinating these sword masters.

He was one of the few powerhouses in the Great Chu Dynasty, and his strength was far superior to the seven realm masters of the same level. He could not bear to move in the previous battles, because he wanted to play a decisive role at this time.

As soon as these sword masters were killed, his body flew up, headed north, and landed on a large and heavy chariot at a speed faster than most flying swords.

This chariot is shaped like a square tripod, it is different from ordinary chariots, and there is a strange metal net to prevent the impact of the talisman.

In the middle of the chariot, there was an old man sitting alone.

This old man doesn’t use a sword, but every time his aura oscillates, the ground on a certain part of the battlefield will instantly churn, and the cultivator of the Chu army on it will immediately lose track.

In Fan Dongliu’s eyes, this old man is the most threatening figure on the battlefield at this time.

Not only is the opponent must be the cultivation base of the seven realms, but every blow of this old man seems to be controlling the situation of the entire battlefield, and every blow of his is accumulating victory for the Qin Army.

Fan Dongliu couldn’t think of a general in the Great Qin Dynasty except those he knew well.

But he can be sure that as long as he can successfully kill the old man, the battle will end in their victory.

The grandmaster wearing a moon white gown is a male Yang Ningyi from the Luoshen Sword Academy. He is also the only existence on his route to assassinate this old man that is likely to pose a fatal threat to him. At this time, he used more than a dozen practitioners and The price of a Royal Golden Armor successfully solved this threat, and in his opinion, no one could interfere with his fight with this old man.

However, at this moment, Fan Dongliu suddenly felt an extraordinary breath.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked at the endless sky above.

Suddenly, a few quiet white streamers appeared in the endless high sky.

These quiet white streamers were not the brilliance of Feijian, but some real flames.

Above the endless sky, the falling white sparks.

At this moment, Fan Dongliu thought of many stories.

On the battlefield where the Qin Dynasty fought against the Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties in the past, such sparks have appeared many times.

There are many famous players who have fallen into such a spark.

This represents one of the most powerful inheritances of the Bashan sword field, but the legendary female cultivator who has displayed such power many times has completely changed her identity.

“admire.”

Fan Dongliu’s mouth was filled with unspeakable suffering, and he immediately guessed the identity of the old man, but the unbelievable meaning in his eyes quickly changed to emotion, and he whispered to himself: “Unexpectedly, even you have left. Changling, come here…then Changling is now an empty city, isn’t it?”

…

Lushan.

The sky will be bright.

There were only the last few steps of stone steps left in front of Emperor Yuanwu.

From the time when the armored warship docked on the shallows closest to Lushan, he walked all the way up to the moment he climbed the mountain, and he took exactly one night.

In his perception, he could no longer feel the strange fluctuations that came from the distant wilderness.

Knowing that the battle had been settled, he smiled confidently again.

Coincidentally, a thin meteor struck across the white sky that was about to turn over at this time.

“Fall the stars, good luck.”

Such astrology has its own historian who will judge and record, but he has already made the judgment and said this to Huang Zhenwei behind him.

Because in his opinion, the history books of future generations will be determined by him.