Chapter Two Thousand Three Hundred and Forty One Sword

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The sword-winner waved, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The long sword looked a bit strange. There were countless runes on the long sword, and the runes flickered, outlining the mysterious and unpredictable. Texture, this is a very good quality sword.

This sword fell into the hands of the winning sword, as if it had been summoned by some kind of call. It hummed and turned into a fierce sword cry, which was directly taken by Xia Ming. At the same time, the winning sword was still bigger. Have a drink.

"Three Soul Swordsmanship."

As soon as these words came out, the long sword that took Xia Ming directly turned into three long swords. What is even more incredible is that the three long swords, the orientation was changed, and each long sword was taken directly from Xia Ming. key point.

These three long swords seem to have some kind of hallucination, and people always think that they are phantoms swung out, and that only one of them is real.

If you really think this way, it is definitely a big mistake, because this sword is indeed three swords. , It can be said that it is impossible to prevent. Over the years, I don't know how many masters have died under his sword.

In the face of this sword, Xia Ming was also slightly surprised. He could be divided into three parts, and each sword was real. Even Xia Ming was slightly admired.

Xia Ming sighed slightly and murmured: "No matter what swordsmanship you used today, you have to die today. This is 500,000 honor points. It's a waste, but it's a pity."

The reason why Xia Ming took action was also because the system had just released him a task, that is to kill the opponent and deal a heavy blow to the enemy. The more points, which is equivalent to giving him honor points in disguise, how could Xia Ming not be excited.

Under these countless eyes, Xia Ming waved his palm, but Xia Ming's hand had an extra sword. This is a high-grade spiritual tool. Although this spiritual tool is not bad, it is different from that. Compared with the real spiritual weapon, it is 108,000 miles away, but it is enough to deal with a winning sword.

Xia Ming ignored Yingjian's long sword, Yingjian was always watching Xia Ming's face, and when he saw Xia Ming showing a little contempt for his sword, Yingjian was completely angry.

This guy is simply looking down on himself. If he doesn't teach him a profound lesson, he will not only win the sword very well, but the sword in his hand will hit Xia Ming's throat and heart.

This scene made many people hold their breaths. They were all watching this scene nervously, for fear that they had missed a certain detail.

But at this moment, Xia Ming also moved, and the long sword in Xia Ming's hand slowly moved, an indescribable sword intent rippling between this world, suddenly, the surrounding A piece of space has become dark and cold, and for some reason, the air suddenly becomes stagnant.

The sudden change made many people shiver.

"What the hell? It's so cold?"

"What's the matter? Why is it suddenly so cold? What happened?"

Many people were shocked, but at this moment, a voice suddenly resounded, exclaiming: "It's snowing, it's actually snowing."

As the sound resounded, countless people looked up at the sky. Sure enough, it was gradually snowing in the sky. These snowflakes fell, and it turned out to be really snow.

Not only that, but the ground is also freezing fast, and the speed is staggering.

Generally speaking, during snowing, the speed of icing is absolutely impossible, but now, the icing speed is too fast, which is somewhat unusual.

"Could it be she..."

Immediately, countless eyes fell on Xia Ming, but they saw that at this moment, Xia Ming was slowly holding a long sword. The speed was extremely slow, but only those who really knew it knew. In fact, Xia Ming now has With the front of the factory on his chest, just when the sword that won the sword was about to stab his chest, Xia Ming's voice like an ice cave also rippled from the sky.

"Frozen thousands of miles!"

The four words seemed to set off a storm, and terrifying power swept out from Xia Ming's body, especially the black spiritual energy, which was even more breathtaking!

"not good!"

Under the stage, Xia Hunsheng's face changed slightly, and then they saw that the sword of Yingjian became slower. gradually condensed into ice.

"not good!"

Yingjian also noticed the domineering of this sword. This sword is really terrible. There is a tendency to want to freeze him. Who is this guy?

"Bang!"

Yingjian is not a fool. He hurriedly circulated the spiritual energy in his body and shattered the layer of ice slag outside, but at this moment, his speed was temporarily stagnant.

"die..."

In front of Yingjian's eyes, a cold light appeared. The speed of this cold light was too fast. Before he could react, he felt that his head and body had moved.

"puff……"

The blood column spurted out from the neck, the spray was ten feet high, and the rich bloody smell rippled out, which shocked the people between heaven and earth.

This bloody scene shocked everyone around, until the head fell on the ground.

In that instant, it condensed into ice in an instant, and the body of the winning sword also condensed into ice in an instant. The blood that was fragrant in the air turned into ice slag in the blink of an eye. He couldn't help taking a breath.

"hiss……"

Many people watched this scene in shock. It was really terrifying. It was just a single sword, and it was the death of this sword-winning sword. Is this guy really turning into a spiritual realm?

Xia Ming's move shocked many people around him, even Shen Wudi, Bai Bingqing and others were stunned. This is your mother, this is a winning sword, a dignified master of the second level of the gathering spirit. Terrible, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can deal with, but, such a proud son of the sky will die directly under the sword of Xia Ming.

This... is this the genius of the Great Xia Dynasty? Are you out to make fun of me?

For a time, the whole scene was silent. Huo Ling, Shen Wudi and others looked at Xia Ming with their eyes changed. Even Bai Bingqing smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, in just one year, this guy has already surpassed the absolute limit. Most people even surpassed him.

She came half a year earlier than Xia Ming, and even more, the sect did its best to train her, plus her transcendent talent, can she occupy a place in Xuanxin Sect.

But now, he has been surpassed by a monster.

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