Elder Jianming was so happy that his hair trembled and his eyes burst into exquisite light. "If I enter the Extreme Peak to help Li Xuandao suppress the fate, will he agree according to your understanding of Li Xuandao and Li Xuandao?"
"Ah?"
"Elder Jianming, think twice."
"wouldn’t it be a joke if you were stationed at the peak?"
Everyone was frightened to disgrace. Elder Jian Ming is the most distinguished elder among many elders. If he is stationed in Extreme Peak, he will make Extreme Peak look up and instantly press it to the remaining three pulse bearings.
This change will bring a moral shock to Taibai Jianzong.
"joke?"
Sword sound elders abrupt sneer at a whole body from the terror momentum way "who dare to joke in front of me? And what is more important for me to live in my time? "
Chapter 527 Who dares to call himself a hero before me?
Chapter 527 Who dares to call himself a hero before me?
Taibai Moral Palace is arguing endlessly. Although Elder Jian Qing said that Li Xuandao would definitely welcome Elder Jian Ming with both hands, most elders thought that this would disturb the order of Taibai Jianzong and strengthen Li Xuandao’s reputation.
Especially when Li Xuandao made a big mistake and was about to be judged, it could not encourage Li Xuandao’s arrogance.
Elder Jian Ming was eager to survive. When he saw that he was angry with everyone, he threw off his sleeve robe and set off a storm all over the sky. When everyone finally stabilized his body, Elder Jian Ming disappeared, along with several older elders in Taibai Moral Palace.
At the same time, the pole fairy palace
Li Xuandao didn’t know about Taibai Moral Palace, and he wouldn’t care if he knew about it. Now he is sitting cross-legged in the center of the main hall, holding a flaming sword in his hands.
This handle has been following this flying sword since the beginning of monasticism, and the gray light on the surface of the burning body has collapsed, revealing its true face.
This is an almost penetrating flying sword. When it breaks, there is no sound. When it flies, there is no light mark and no trace. This is the true meaning and face of the flying sword.
Buzz, buzz!
After the gray light on the surface of the flying sword disappears, you can see that the penetrating blade is engraved with several tiny mysterious lines. These spiritual lines seem to seal something like a chain.
Through the trace flying sword, you can see that the sword body has a gray light flow, sometimes it turns into misty fog, sometimes it turns into thousands of strange creatures, and finally it turns into a fuzzy face. Only a pair of eyes stare at Li Xuandao.
"Give me a break!"
Li Xuandao raised my hand with a finger, and the silver awn was like a sword.
Crash!
Virtual to a crisp.
Engraving through the flying sword spirit tattoo seems to be cut off and quietly disintegrated. The fog of the trapped sword is boiling instantly. It is like the burst of water rushing out. Before Li Xuandao, it condenses into a face and suddenly growls.
"Ah, ah, ah, I’ve been sealed for 500 years and now I’m finally free!"
Li Xuandao looked cold and motionless.
He raised his hand and once again pointed at the gray fog and roared to an abrupt end, and then he turned into a scream and returned to Toufei Sword.
"Li Xuandao, let me go!"
The gray fog of the sword is rolling and tossing.
The fog turned into a young face again, staring at her eyes and screaming wildly, "Li Xuandao, do you know who I am? Let me go quickly, and I can still save your life. If you dare to disrespect me, I will swallow your soul alive and let you live forever! "
"hmm?"
Li Xuandao eyebrows a young heart anger.
I tried my best to rescue the spirit of the seal mark flying sword, but the other party clamored to swallow his soul alive. Who wouldn’t be happy?
"It’s disrespectful to you. I’d like to see what you have!"
Li Xuandao jerked his five fingers into the palm of his hand, burning with a blazing silver flame, and suddenly grabbed the blade.
The fog face suddenly screams, and the fog is rolling, and the sword body is surging. The road is close to the pleading sound, and it comes again from the fog.
"Li Xuandao, I was wrong. Let me go. You know I’m a spirit, and I’m the rarest sword spirit. If you can let me go, I can give you poor benefits."
The sword body is burning with fire and the fog is rolling violently.
Every time the fog just condenses into a face, it is defeated by the fire. After a long time, the fog settles and it will not be tossed.
"Name, origin, self-introduction, if you dare to be narrow-minded, do you know what the consequences will be?"
See sword spirit for mercy Li Xuandao back right hand look cold.
It took a long time for the gray fog of the sword body to condense into a young face. He coughed and tried hard to make his expression full of majesty. "Li Xuandao, listen to the seat …"
Bang!
A muffled sound