Four hundred and sixty-ninth chapter twists and turns
Chapter 469: A sudden turn of events
The blood light released by the Blood Demon Shura Umbrella was firmly absorbed by the black sword.
In the blink of an eye, the black sword shaped like a sword, as if it had just been taken out of the stove, the sword body turned red!
Countless small pieces of sword intent suddenly exploded from the hilt of the black sword. Wei Sheng was caught off guard, and his hands were cut with a large number of tiny wounds, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Wei Sheng groaned, knowing that he must not let go of the hilt at this time, not only
He didn't let go of the hilt of the sword, but instead mustered up all his strength to hold it tightly!
A large amount of blood overflowed from Wei Sheng's broken palm, and soon the entire sword hilt was soaked in blood. However, the scene that followed was very strange. The blood-stained sword hilt suddenly became like a sponge, absorbing all the blood.
A sharp pain penetrated Wei Sheng's body from the palm of his hand.
Wei Sheng felt his head hit the ground and went blank!
Ning Yi's combat experience is so rich. The moment the black sword changed, he noticed something was wrong! However, he only regained his composure when he was shocked. Who doesn't have a trick or two to save his life? The difference in strength between the two sides is too great. Such a disparity in comparison
, it is definitely not something that can be changed by one or two tricks.
He did not hesitate to activate the Blood Demon Shura Umbrella, and saw the blood light skyrocketing, and the disgusting smell of blood in the air was very pungent. The blood light released by the Blood Demon Shura Umbrella was filthy and ferocious, and it was tantamount to fatal to the magical flying sword.
The poison, the magic weapon Flying Sword destroyed under the umbrella is unknown.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Time passed quickly, and for ten breaths, there was no change at all! Ning Yi's face was a little ugly. Under his continuous use of spiritual power, the blood light was so rich that it was almost like a bloody waterfall! However, no matter how strong the blood light was, the black
The sword did not change at all. Wei Sheng, who was crumbling just now, remained firm!
Ning Yi had an ominous premonition in his heart, so he made a decisive decision and planned to attack with all his strength to avoid any accident. If the cooked duck flew away, he would really regret it.
Just at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Wei Sheng's eyes and couldn't help but be startled.
Wei Sheng's eyes were empty and unfocused, without a trace of life.
Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, so fierce as Ning Yi, I couldn't help but feel a tingle in my heart!
Suddenly, Wei Sheng assumed an extremely weird posture, looking like a scorpion with its tail pincers raised.
Ning Yi's heart skipped a beat, and his face suddenly changed. "Not good!"
Before he could react, Wei Sheng stabbed lightly in the void.
There was no sound of wind, no light, and it looked like a very soft and feeble stab.
laugh!
The blood, as rich as a waterfall of blood, was effortlessly split into two by this seemingly soft and weak stab!
The remaining sword power stabbed one of the ribs of the bloody Shura umbrella!
Bang, the umbrella frame that was hit broke into two pieces!
Ning Yi was shocked, horrified and angry!
Each rib of the Blood Demon Shura Umbrella was made by him when he dived into the deep sea to hunt the Yin Ling Whale. Each rib was made from the Yin Ling Whale's bones. Each rib is as hard as iron and difficult to be damaged by a flying sword. After being subjected to countless resentments by the Blood Demon,
After being tempered day and night, every one of them cannot be damaged by a flying sword!
If the Blood Demon Shura Umbrella is refined to the state of great perfection and forms a world of its own, then these thirteen umbrella ribs will be the pillars supporting this world!
How could such a hard umbrella rib be cut off? Or was it cut off by a sword from a young man who had just reached the first level of the Golden Core? What Ning Yi found even more difficult to accept was that this young man was his prey just now!
Black sword!
It was that black sword that did it!
Ning Yi stared at the black sword in Wei Sheng's hand, his face was blue and white, his eyes were filled with deep resentment, ferocity, and deep fear!
The Blood Demon Shura Umbrella is his lifeblood. The ribs of this umbrella are broken and its power is greatly reduced. It is extremely difficult to repair. The thirteen whale bones he obtained from hunting the Yinling Whale are all used in this umbrella.
There is no one left on the umbrella! It was good luck to hunt the Yin Ling Whale back then. Where can he find the Yin Ling Whale now?
What made his heart bleed even more was Wei Sheng's soul. Such a perfect soul was more precious than an umbrella bone!
What is the origin of this black sword?
The sword strike just now was silent, but some details of the black sword still made Ning Yi, a vicious man, smell the monstrous evil beneath the silence.
Wei Sheng's empty eyes stared at Ning Yi.
For some reason, Ning Yi felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
Suddenly, the black sword in Wei Sheng's hand trembled slightly. Ning Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, and fear arose in his heart. Without hesitation, he turned into a ball of blood and disappeared into the horizon!
Turtle Island!
You wait with me!
If I don’t take revenge for this, I would rather swear to be a human being!
After a while, Wei Sheng fell on his back like a wooden stake, unconscious.
The black sword flipped in the air and stood quietly beside Wei Sheng.
The unconscious Wei Sheng seemed to be supported by an invisible force and did not fall towards the sea of clouds.
Snapped!
The last arm of Daga's golden body and a golden halo exploded at the same time. The shadow behind Zong Ru finally couldn't hold on anymore, trembled violently, and disappeared.
Zong Ru's body trembled and his face turned pale.
Yuan Xin smiled ferociously, exhaled happily, and the Vedic Pestle in his hand shone brightly. He raised his hand and threw the Vedic Pestle!
I saw the Skanda pestle suddenly swelled dozens of times, like a black shadow, roaring towards Zongru with an astonishing momentum!
Seeing that Zong Ru was about to die from the pestle, suddenly a colorful sword light flew out diagonally. I saw that this colorful sword light was like a soft ribbon, wrapping around the Wei Tuo pestle in the air!
Thank you Shan!
Tsk tsk tsk!
The light released by the Vedic Pestle seemed to be eroded, weakening little by little, and the size of the Vedic Pestle was also getting smaller and smaller.
Yuan Xin's expression remained unmoved, his grin as sinister as before! His Skanda pestle was heavily refined from the underground brass essence. Although it was far inferior to the prayer wheel, it was extremely heavy! With this throw of his,
It seems random, but in fact it is very famous. It is called "Veda Throw". It is so powerful that it is as heavy as a mountain, and the opponent has no way to escape!
Want to eliminate the power of this pestle with just a little sword power? What a wishful thinking!
Yuan Xin didn't even look at the Skanda Pestle, but just stared at Zong Ru, waiting for him to be killed, then he searched for the jade slips and prayer wheels, but fled the battlefield! With the jade slips and prayer wheels, that point
The crystal is really insignificant!
Once he obtains both, he will immediately find a remote and secret place, practice hard in seclusion, and break through the Nascent Soul as soon as possible!
When Xie Shan saw that his sword power could not stop the Skanda Pestle, his face changed slightly. The situation was extremely critical. At that moment, he ignored everything else and poured all his spiritual power into the two mirage swords in his hands!
Xie Shan’s cultivation is the best among the four!
This explosion that leaves no room for anything is naturally extraordinary in its power!
I saw a colorful sword light as thin as silk suddenly emitted from Xie Shan's hand. Tens of thousands of tiny sword lights flew towards the Skanda Pestle like angry arrows. The moment it touched the Skanda Pestle, it suddenly
Turn hardness into softness and tightly wrap around the pestle body!
Xie Shan suddenly opened his eyes angrily and exhaled: "Get out!"
The palm of my hand suddenly grabbed back!
Tens of thousands of sword lights as thin as silk came together and the light surged. At this moment, the colorful light covered up the golden light released by the Skanda Pestle!
Wei Tuo's pestle was unexpectedly caught a little sideways, and it almost missed Zong Ru's body and sank into the deep sea of clouds below.
A trace of surprise flashed in Yuan Xin's eyes. He didn't expect that the other party could actually save Zong Ru. But a sneer immediately appeared on his lips. The swordsman was shaky and couldn't even stand. It was obvious that the blow just now
, exhausted all his spiritual energy. Zongru looked pale and was at the end of his rope.
Without saying a word, he appeared in front of Zong Ru with a big stride, stretched out his palm, and grabbed Zong Ru.
Snapped!
The Blue Soul Cold Light Armor was torn into pieces.
Zong Ru reluctantly raised his arm and fought Yuan Xin.
Click!
Zongru's arm was broken, and Fang Xin's face showed a sarcastic look. In his eyes, Zongru was just struggling to death. He was about to kill again, when his expression suddenly changed.
"Willing force!"
He was like being bitten by a poisonous snake, his eyes were filled with fear and his voice was hoarse and trembling.
The gray-white color spread to his neck like a strange vine.
Zong Ru smiled with difficulty, the blood lotus on his forehead was so delicate.
Compared to Zong Ru Wei Sheng Xie Shan, Zuo Mo's situation was completely different, and it was extremely smooth.
The black gold talisman took a strange breath, breaking through the five-element smoke barrier that left Zuo Mo helpless, and the balance of victory began to tilt towards Zuo Mo.
Fu Xiu, who lost his most powerful magic weapon, was destined to have a tragic fate when faced with the Great Sun Demonic Body, whose speed and power were astonishing.
Especially Zuo Mo's hand-to-hand fighting style and his ghostly speed made Gu Minggong extremely embarrassed. If he didn't have a few good magic weapons in his hand, he would have been defeated by Zuo Mo long ago.
However, it's not much better now.
When his last magic weapon was cut in half by Zuo Mo's Wu Dao, his face turned earth-colored.
He couldn't even escape. His speed was far inferior to Zuo Mo. What made him even more desperate was that Zuo Mo was completely crazy and attacked like a storm, not even giving him a chance to breathe.
He couldn't care less about the heartache at this time. No matter how good the magic weapon is, if it is gone, he can find a way to refine it again, but if he doesn't even have a small life, then he has nothing!
He only needs five breaths to escape!
He has a teleportation talisman, which is connected to the teleportation array in the cave. Once used, he can escape to the cave. As a talisman cultivator, the teleportation talisman is what they rely on to save their lives. How could he forget it?
However, the other party didn't even give him five breaths of time. He tried all kinds of tricks, tricking, cheating, trying to delay some time, but he didn't know that the other party didn't talk to him at all, and just immersed himself in the killing, as if he had a life-or-death feud with him.
Gu Minggong even wanted to cry. He was the one who lost the magic weapon, and he was the one who was beaten in such a mess. Why did the other party still look so resentful? How could he know that while he was being beaten, Zuo Mo thought of the two hundred he had lost?
It was a spiritual beast, and its flesh ached, so the attack was naturally a bit harsh.
If it weren't for Gu Minggong's cultivation level being much higher than that of his opponent, he wouldn't have been able to survive until now!
This man is very young, but his experience is as cunning as a raccoon!
This life ends today!
Gu Minggong, whose spiritual power had reached the bottom, was despairing. At this moment, a hand grabbed his throat.