"I'm afraid I won't need a few swords, and I'll be gone."

Yuan Tian became anxious and dark-speaked.

In the front of the sword, he can still catch, but this sword, even if his weapon entered the list of sacred weapons, but also feel quite difficult, if the more powerful sword method, he is not an opponent at all.

“No, you can’t be entangled!”

The eyes flickered slightly, Yuan Tiancheng secretly said in his heart: "The strength of the deer feathers is far beyond my imagination, and it is necessary to get out of here quickly, otherwise, there are fewer and more fierce."

At this moment, even if he is proud of Yuan Tiancheng, he is extremely shocked by the strength of the deer feather.

In his heart, he had already retreated.

However, he has not yet come and escaped, and the deer feather has a new action.

“The Hm!”

At the feet of the deer feathers, a blue light, a momentary flash.

The Star Step!

“Oh!”

The figure of the deer feather, in a moment, is like the flow of light, the speed is to the extreme, to the position of Yuan Tiancheng swept away, where the passing, even the air is hard to squeeze out.

This is the fastest speed of the deer now!

“Not good!”

Yuan Tiancheng's pupil shrunk, and his heart cried.

“Brush!”

And the tidal sword of the deer feathers, at this moment, waved again, flashing a sharp cold light.

This time, there was no fancy, just a simple sword, from the top down, deep cut down.

However, it is this simple sword that makes Yuan Tiancheng feel a kind of suffocation.

He knew that the power of this sword must be stronger.

“Oh!”

In the throat, a low roar came out, Yuan Tiancheng went all out, and he raised his beautiful sword and placed it on his head.

“The Tink!”

The tidal sword was cut directly above his sword, making a crisp sound.

The sword was blocked by Yuan Tiancheng.

“My weapons are already among the sacred, and I can’t break the defense of the deer feathers.”

Seeing this scene, Yuan Tiancheng was relieved in his heart, and above his face, flashed a smear of joy, fortunately, the weapon has entered the list of sacred relics, otherwise, I really do not know how to deal with this sword.

“The uh...”

However, the joy of Yuan Tiancheng's face has just appeared, it is stiff on the face, only to hear a crisp voice, slowly came, he stiffly looked up, looked at his own sword, only to see, on the beautiful sword, is gradually cracking the traces of a road.

The place where the traces are cracked is the place where the deer feathers are clammed.

“How is that possible...”

Looking at this scene, Yuan Tiancheng was a little disbelief and murmured in a low voice.

His sword, which had entered the list of sacred weapons, did not think that he could not resist the sword of deer feathers.

“Oh!”

Finally, his sword, in an instant, broke a ground, and the fragments were deeply pierced into the ground.

“Oh!”

Huamei sword is the use of Yuan Tiancheng's blood to enter the list of sacred, at this time was broken, Yuan Tiancheng naturally was greatly affected, can not help but spout a mouthful of blood, directly on the ground half kneeling.

His face was pale, instantly pale.

Blood from his mouth, dripping on the ground.

“How could my weapon be broken... how could it be...”

The soft voice, from Yuan Tiancheng's mouth, gently came out, his eyes slightly lost, full of unbelievable face.

However, the truth was before his eyes, and he could not believe it.

The tidal sword of deer feathers has long been a sacriter, and the inner dandelion that is inlaid with this nine-yuan condensation can burst out, and it is not comparable to the general sacred.

Yuan Tiancheng's weapon is essentially a fairy weapon, and naturally it can't really be hard with it.

The power of resisting the tidal sword can be directly collided, and instantly it is broken.

However, although it paid a price for the same weapon, it also stopped the offensive of the sixth sword of Deeryu, which also achieved remarkable results.

Otherwise, in the state of Yuan Tiancheng, who is now shocked and out of God, he has long been cut in half by a sword.

However, Rao is the sixth sword that hinders the deer feather, and Yuan Tiancheng, who no longer has weapons, resists the seventh sword?

“Brush!”

A cold light flashed through the air.

The deer feathers did not kill Yuan Tiancheng, and between the seventh swords, it was cut out, shining with a dazzling light, and fiercely swept away.

“What?”

Yuan Tiancheng, who was in shock, felt the power of the seventh sword, was suddenly surprised, and the flow of cold sweat came out, and instantly woke up.

“Son, forgive me my life!”

The tidal sword was rapidly magnified in Yuan Tiancheng's pupil, and he cried loudly.

At this moment, Yuan Tiancheng only felt that a shadow of death shrouded his heart, so that he could not breathe almost depressed.

So he could only ask for forgiveness, hoping that the deer would forgive himself.

However ...

The tidal sword of the deer feather is still moving forward.

"My father is the leader of Qingshizhou, you killed me, it is not good for you!"

Seeing that he could not ask for forgiveness, Yuan Tiancheng cried out again with anger, and actually wanted to threaten the deer feathers.

“Brush!”

The deer feathers that have been out of control will naturally not answer Yuan Tiancheng's words, and the tidal sword has been ruthlessly cut off.

A cold light, like the substance, divides the air into two parts, and between them, it is the place where Yuan Tiancheng's throat is cut.

The fear and threat of forgiveness have no effect at all!

“Oh!”

The head of the fight, instantly thrown up, a blood, from the ground, like a fountain, high gushing out, under the sun, especially dazzling.

“The babe!”

His head fell heavily on the ground, rolled several times, and finally hit a mountain rock and stopped.

Yuan Tiancheng's eyes were still round.

In his eyes, full of incredible colors, it seems that he could not imagine, he asked for forgiveness, threatened, but he did not have the slightest effect.

Yushu, dead!

Dead is not visible!

The sun is still warm at noon.

But on the mountain, there is a cold cold.

The breeze blew, and the smell of blood slowly spread.

Yuan Tiancheng, finally was deer feather a sword cut off the head, but the deer feather's "lone shadow nine swords", just put out the seven swords, there are two swords did not show.

If it is not exhibited, it will be subjected to the reverse of the Nine Swords of the Lone Shadow.

If it is in a normal state, the deer feather will naturally release the remaining two swords at will, but now, under the unconscious situation, the eyes are red, but there is nowhere to vent.

“Oh!”

In the end, he squirted a mouthful of blood, his face instantly pale, the tidal sword in his hand, and also "when" fell on the ground, and his figure fell straight down.