That Yin Han's eyebrows, a little blood overflowed, was shocked by his eyes.
Part of the cutting fairy knife array in this mother's drop -cut knife, only in just a short moment, all the vitality of Yin Han was stubborn!
Then Yin Han's whole head was crushed like watermelon. Numerous red and white objects bombed around.
The two Holy -order His Holiness who accompanied him was sprayed with fragmented blood. Then, followed by the two people's care qi, slipped to the ground.
Including that Yun Lao, at this time, I was all stunned. At the moment of Fang
Then, when the knife light hit, they could not even rise even if they were stopped.
The people around him are also Wu Jun who is unbelievable. The big businessman's Chu Jun is highly hoped by the Confucian orthodox stage. Yin Han, who is admired by countless courtiers, is so dead? Simply, just a knife and death?
I didn't even figure it out at this time, what's going on.
Looking at Zong Shou again, it is still quietly standing there, with a lot of holes on the body. Derstings and dozens of wounds are faintly visible.
The complexion is pale, the air is weak, and it seems that the wind blows down.
It seemed that the knife was hard and touched the injury. At this time, he stroked his lips and coughing gently, and a trace of blood overflowed from his fingers.
The breath is gloomy and unpredictable. The whole person seems to return from the abyss of the region, and the eyes are like an eternal ice, making people completely unable to look directly.
Zong Shou is indeed very uncomfortable at this time. Although the qi pulse is smooth, the injury has not healed.
Those who failed to expel, just like a root steel needle, stirred in his body.
At this moment, it is already the second child's leaf knife, sliding to the cuffs. The six gods of royal knives have been completed in an instant.
At this time, the pain of the body is far less than the hate in my heart, the regret in my heart.
Only when Fang flew out, when he beheaded Yin Han, he felt slightly better.
Within his Yuanshen, the light wings that stretched after the true practice, at this time, it also quietly expanded, and it seemed to be more and more brilliant.
"Huh? Do you want to vent?"
Zong Shou and Zeng Xuan's wings have not had too many communication. Since the resonance of the mood, he wakes up this object spirit, and he can use this artifact. He can use it freely.
However, at this moment, I can clearly feel Zeng Xuan's wings. There is a lustrous anger, an endless unwillingness, and the sadness after the owner dies, and there is nowhere to vent.
Therefore, it will be asleep in these thousands of years, and it is not awakened until today, but still hurts because of the scene thousands of years ago!
The mood resonates, the human body is almost combined, there is no sea separation.
So today, I simply kill a blood flow into a river!
Zong Shou sneered, and the mother -in -law's drop -bladed knife continued to decline. When he reached his fingertips, he was instantly a pair of transparent and white wing phantoms. Now it is on the knife.
He was shocked by him before, and within the entire underground corridor, he was silent.
But after a moment of silence, the people have recovered.
Among them, Yun Lao was trembling and trembling, and his robe was automatic.
"Do you know what you are doing? Actually dare to do it at His Royal Highness, abominable, but abominable-"
Speaking, the thousands of blade set out out of thin air, instantaneous Yunshu rolls, rolling like a tide.
The Confucian His Holiness in the distance was also furious at this time: "It really is the king of violence!
Without saying a word, Chi Hongyi ducked behind Zong Shou and pointed at the back.
The spiral power that can set off a million-mile storm is only concentrated at the fingertips.
The air flow was not leaking, but it made a violent roaring sound that pierced the eardrums.
Yin Han suddenly died under the knife, but it did not make anyone present shrink back. Instead, it aroused the murderous intention of everyone here, and the fighting spirit increased instead of decreasing, and no one retreated.
Even Han Qing had taken action at this time. He was not afraid of death, and got ahead of everyone, swung his sword and chopped off Zong Shou's head.
At this time, countless binding spiritual techniques were activated one after another, and repeated black shadows and red vines wrapped around Zong Shou.
Magic Lotus looked at it from a distance, and the corners of her lips suddenly curved slightly.
That sword was certainly terrifying. But because of this, Zong Shou must be killed here regardless of the cost!
Do we have to wait until the other party escapes, and then turn around and find those who participated today to settle the accounts one by one?
Furthermore, how long can this person survive after being so severely injured? How many flying knives like that can be fired?
Even those who are greedy for life and fearful of death should know how to make a choice at this time.
Your life and future should be saved.
In her opinion, since she has become an enemy and has lost her face, she should do whatever it takes to kill her opponent to death! So that he will be permanently defeated and unable to stand up!
Gang Jin exploded, and a total of twenty-three different martial arts ideas exploded around Zong Shou at the same time, criss-crossing. The overwhelming immortal power suddenly exploded in the small space.
Zong Shou still stood there, seemingly unable to move. His heavily injured body looked helpless and weak in front of the powerful waves around him.
At this time, even the most cautious Chi Hongyi had a trace of relaxation in his eyes.
He secretly thought in his heart that the Blood Sword Demon Lord in front of him had fallen after all. No matter how you looked at it, there was no possibility for this person to resist and escape today!
He came here because of his fate and did not have much hatred towards Zong Shou. Instead, he felt a faint sense of pity.
In any case, after this war, the Supreme Yuan Demon has been dealt with.
Han Qing, however, could no longer suppress it and laughed loudly as if madly. The sword moved faster, and he wanted to be the first to strike at Zong Shou's head.
Cheng Xin breathed a sigh of relief and silently recited Rong Bi's name.
Under Zong Shou's sword, the Taoist sect suffered hundreds of deaths and injuries, but the death of this fellow Taoist made him the most angry and heartbroken.
I have endured it for two years, thinking that I might never have another chance in the future. Unexpectedly, today, I can see Zong Shou's death with my own eyes.
From the corner of Mo Lian's perspective, she discovered that Su Chuxue, instead of trying her best to help Zong Shou. Instead, she quickly rolled up her sword to protect the green fire black turtle carrying Su Xiaoxiao's body, and moved towards it.
Retreat at the corner,
The look in his eyes was extremely strange. There was no trace of worry or sadness at all.
Mo Lian couldn't help but be stunned. She knew that this girl was loyal to Zong Shou and fell in love with her even more.
Not long ago, Zong Shou was in a desperate situation, but this woman did her best to stop him without fear of death. The relationship between the two can be seen from this.
Could it be that he knew that Zong Shou had no chance of survival, so he stopped taking action and escaped, but why was that look in his eyes so strange?
Just as she was meditating, Zong Shou also made a move. He pointed his sword and drew it into the void below him.
The trajectory of the sword's finger was actually indescribably beautiful. A layer of black light and shadow spread out within ten feet of Zong Shou.
"Within ten feet, there is my unbreakable sword domain!"
The whirlpool on the fingertips of the red-haired man was the first to land on Zong Shou's back, within a ten-foot distance.
But it was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, making no sound at all. And Chi Hongyi felt a huge repulsive force in front of him, preventing him from moving forward.
It's not that he can't continue to attack, but Chi Hongyi has a vague feeling that if he does it forcefully, something terrible will happen today.
Then came the four Taoist saints, with swords and whisks, attacking almost at once.
But it was just a muffled sound of "Peng", which was still blocked ten feet away. The power that could even destroy several small worlds seemed to have disappeared without causing even the slightest wave.
Han Qing's sword also struck at this moment. The sword light passed by, as if it was swung in the air, extremely smoothly.
However, at this moment, Han Qing's face was already ashen. The demonic breath and sword power he emitted had all disappeared at this moment. What made people feel even more strange was that the small half of the sword body was also missing at this moment.
Zong Shou's coughing stopped, and his eyes were full of biting sarcasm.
"They are all rats! Even you and others are not qualified to let me use the sword today!"
Chi Hongyi was startled and raised her eyebrows to look carefully.
Not qualified enough for me to wield the sword? What does this Zong Shou mean?
Does this mean that the fifteen saint-level venerables here today are not even qualified to let Zong Shou use swords?
"Arrogant!"
The Venerable Yun was once again furious at this moment: "You are pretending to be a ghost! Even your infinite magical power is not indestructible! If I don't kill you here today, I will be sorry for Your Highness the Crown Prince! Break it for me -
"
Thousands of blades of light suddenly converged. A sword formed in the void and slashed down with great force.
It was still only ten feet away, but it was not engulfed immediately, but became a stalemate.
The sword light was twisted and showed signs of splitting. The ten-foot-long black curtain also seemed to be torn open with some gaps.
The eyes of everyone around them brightened. With this lesson learned, it seems that this ten-foot-long black curtain is not really unbreakable. If Ten Thousand Blades Juan Yunjue can do it, so can they.
The Venerable Yun also sneered: "Please help me, fellow Taoists! It's just a twelve-level world-destroying magical power. Together we can do the same -"
The words suddenly stopped, and there was a flash of black light, and the huge sword seemed to be torn apart by countless huge forces and shattered into more than a thousand pieces.
That 'Old Yun' was just astonished when he saw another cold light flashing on Zong Shou's fingertips.
"You're so noisy!"
The attack of the knife shadow simply ignored the law of time, and it seemed to be destined. He, this person, would definitely die under this flying knife!
In short, when this 'Old Yun' regained his consciousness, there was already severe pain between his eyebrows. A trace of blood overflowed and washed his eyes.
The consciousness gradually faded away, and the soul was forcibly 'killed' by the power of the flying knife!
He didn't understand until his death how he was hit by the knife? Why couldn't he make any move after seeing the light of the knife?
How could this sword be so fast? Are all the saint-level practitioners around here dead?
This time, Demon Lotus saw the faint silver-white wings on the flying knife.
Suddenly my heart palpitated, I contracted violently, and my face turned pale as paper.
"This is the second one!"
Zong Shou also looked at Mo Lian lightly: "Could it be that you have already guessed it?" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)