Xuelin's sword shape is enlarged a hundred times. On the top of the gray void, a red light flashed quickly, bringing a circular arc downward, and the light rays spread ten miles away. "Swish", the stagnant air was cut out.
With a slight sound, the blade with a cold light was shining straight towards the Yin Sizai.
Jueche kept the ridicule and pride of the moment, and did not avoid or dodge, but nodded slightly, calmly stared at the blade landing on his head, nodded, "Brother, I was unsheathed in the grave, and I knew snow.
Lin is fake, you make it good, but..."
At this point, Xue Lin was only an inch away from his head. Jueche pulled up a sneer. In a daze, his right hand moved upward with lightning speed and his pale fingers gently pinched Xue Lin's blade.
Xue Lin's movements, which were falling with a force of ten thousand pounds, stopped.
Shao Kefan frowned and secretly increased his strength. However, Xue Lin was still not close at all. The power of the Yin Sizhao was so strong that he could easily turn the pressure exerted by the other party into vain. If he had changed to a comparable person to him.
Zheng Xiaohan wanted to avoid it no matter what, or use Heilin to try his best to block it upwards. The Yin Sizai solved the problem of his sword with a momentum that broke the sky and broke the earth...
Shao Kefan felt for the first time that he was so small, and his martial arts that were distorted in the world seemed insignificant in front of hell, but he was calm and rational, and continued to concentrate without panic, allowing most of his internal energy to expand throughout Xuelin's body.
, and let the fine sweat ooze on his forehead, Xuelin remained stiff and motionless.
"Brother, hehe, how do you feel? It's my turn!"
The extremely contemptuous voice drifted in the Netherworld Void. Jueche's right finger only flicked upwards, and the sharp and powerful force pressed upwards. Xuelin stepped back uncontrollably, and Shao Kefan was forced to fly dozens of times in a row.
After finally stabilizing his body, his long curly hair was dispersed in a mess, and the red ribbon was blown away further and further by the wind of energy.
The body of the Nether Spirit, shrouded in black robe, quickly spun up, and the rich evil spirit stacked continuously like a tornado, forming a black circle that was getting taller and taller, and the sharp edges kept scattering into the void. Shao Kefan's pupils contracted sharply, and his body was
As soon as the tremor was shaken, circles of golden light radiated to the surroundings, and the extremely thin discs that were expanding around the edges were flatly cut towards Jueche's waist. However, the black light thorn first invaded the Fanhui Curse Light layer at a speed of less than blinking, as if it was rapid.
Growing
The dark spots spread rapidly.
Shao Kefan's eyes became darker and he quickly retreated. The Fanhui curse also pulled back with his body, but it was not as fast as the expansion of the evil black spots. The oncoming pressure made the chest suffocate more and more
Qiang, finally, his heart trembled slightly, and the sweetness surged into his throat and quickly filled his mouth. Although he pursed his lips tightly, blood still emerged from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto his red clothes.
The black robe figure remains unchanged, but its strength is not reduced at all. The long hair of the underworld, knee-length hair dances through the black circle, and occasionally shows a handsome and pale face in the airtight black circle, with a cold and scorching look
The light and the smile that was ripped up at the corner of the mouth was extremely strange.
"Brother, I haven't really started yet! You... can't stand it?"
The stiff and thin lips slowly uttered a sentence, and the black sleeves swept to the red figure in the distance, just a random movement, like a big roc flipping around the sky, pounding the clouds all over the sky, and three rows of feathers close to each other.
The black mist stormed towards Shao Kefan at the speed of the autumn wind sweeping over the fallen leaves.
Shao Kefan's eyes were red, and he flipped his palms while retreating, and the power was upward. The light as thick as the two pillars of bowls rushed straight towards the gray top of the void, urging the gray fog to rotate quickly, and drove the gray fog at the edge to form two huge
The vortex, as the black fog was about to come to him, accelerated his retreat, clapped his hands, and his palms were clumped together for a while. The vortex then merged into one, and dived down with a momentum of three thousand feet into the ground.
"Bang." The gray pillar stopped the black fog in time and made a shocking roar. However, the progress of the black fog was only stagnant, and it returned to the grand occasion of thousands of horses galloping. At this moment, Shao Kefan seized the opportunity and displayed his invisibility.
The technique exited countless ten feet away, almost exhausting the strongest explosive power of his life. Looking back, the cloud pillar was destroyed and the clouds were dissipated, and the black fog rolled in, carrying a strong evil spirit, as if there were countless crazy people in it.
The evil spirit.
"Wow..." Shao Kefan's chest felt a sharp pain, and a large mouthful of blood was sprinkled out, thrown into the air, turning into drops of blood, falling into the bottomless abyss.
He covered his chest and continued to use invisibility surgery to retreat. The red clothes on his chest were soaked redder by blood. A large piece of them were pulled apart by the energy. The exposed white clothes seemed to be soaked in the blood, and his lips were bright red like clothes.
, as if flames were burning quietly.
It turned out that the power of the Yin Si Zai was so powerful that it was enough to destroy everything with a wave of his sleeves. Even ten thousand of them could not match him. He defeated the Yin Si Zai and fought for the power of hell's rule. Only then did he know how stupid his thoughts were.
It's simply a ridiculous dream...
But he hated! If the underworld was someone else, he could only feel regret and accept this fact in terms of strength. However, the object of his life he ravaged ** and his enemy for the first time became the reality of the two realms
The master, including him, all the power seemed insignificant. Besides, he also entered Jian Xin's dream and did such an unscrupulous thing to her. How could he bear it? How could he not hate him?
Just now, the black sleeves could last so long with just a light sweep. His magical craft that changed the color of the wind and clouds completely disappeared after withdrawing. Shao Kefan was so discouraged for the first time, but now he was in danger and his life was worrying. The most important thing was
It was not hatred and frustration. He just wanted to go back alive, not afraid of death, not that he couldn't bear to leave the mountains and lakes, but that he wanted to stay with her for the rest of his life. Since he couldn't be together forever, he would be with her for the rest of his life! But,
But is there still a chance? Is it because I want to be greedy for eternity, and even half a lifetime is not qualified to have it?
A feeling of sadness surged into his heart, but he didn't have time to sigh, and he kept escaping and did not have to rest for a moment. The feathered black fog was chasing his body at a constant speed, and the distance was much closer in the blink of an eye.
The Yin Si Zai, who had disappeared just now, suddenly appeared from the black air. He did not use any martial arts, but approached quickly at a speed faster than the black fog. He wore a black robe and danced backwards, sinking into the tumbling and rich evil aura.
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The pale and handsome face was full of playfulness, "Tsk tsk, brother, why can you escape so quickly? It's not in vain that you can't keep up with you if you step on the martial arts of the wilderness world. If you hit it slower, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with you."
Without blinking, the Yin Sizai had already arrived ten feet away from the man in red, and the evil spirit rolled in one mile away.
While chasing, the journey of color covered with Manzhushahua is close to the rear. However, even so, it is necessary to pass through the City of Color, Meng Minghei’s three major spaces, and the possibility of escaping from the Yin Sizai is almost slim.
He touched his arms, and there was a small portrait of Jian Xin hidden in his chest. Whenever he went out, he would take her with him, as if she had been with him all the time, so that he would feel at ease in his heart, and she smiled
After he had been talking about making a big deal, he also said that he was worried about the truth, fearing that he would not be able to see him, but he did not change his original intention. This would not only relieve his longing and warm her, but also a big deal.
Unexpectedly, this time he was really dead and could not see him! He had no external injuries, but his internal organs were shaken by powerful energy from time to time, and his mouthfuls of blood poured out, and his clothes were stained with a layer of wet red.
.
His face was extremely pale, his long hair spread down his cheeks, and he was often stained with blood from the corners of his mouth, and was blown away by the wind he flew. The blood on his hair was covered with his face, looking like red ink on white paper.
Bright but not at all vitality.
He didn't accept the words of the underworld, shut up and didn't want to waste any effort. However, the fire that continued to burn in his eyes was still extremely strong, as if he was going to burn the dark robe to ashes. He added another force and his body was only
Half a mile distance.
"Brother, do you think, after you die, will you enter the Purgatory Fire City? Or are you cast into weapons?" Jueche moved, only five feet away from him, and black fog rushed in half a place.
The corners of his mouth kept the playful, proud, and contemptuous sneer, and could kill this person he hated without any effort. However, if he didn't torture him, how could he be willing to let him die? Wouldn't that be a good deal for him?
?
Shao Kefan stared at him and suddenly choked and coughed twice. His lips were covered with a fresh layer of blood, but he was not afraid and struggled to squeeze out a smile, "Let's make a bet, I won't die."
"Hahaha, death is coming, what a big tone, what capital do you have to place bet?" As soon as the words fell, the Yin Sizai made an attacking gesture forward, and only gave a little summoning power, and the black evil spirit was
Three times faster, surrounded Shao Kefan.
Shao Kefan reached out to his inner clothes decisively, took out Jian Xin's portrait, and threw it into the black fog, "Jian Xin, the portrait of your spiritual flesh is condensed, let's die together."
This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting the heart of the Ming Ling, Juechi was shocked, his hand sucked forward and the evil spirit swept and tore off suddenly, and the virtual space was clear and bright, and at the same time, Jian
Xin's portrait was tightly held in his hand and spread out in a hurry. It was just a piece of paper with no sign of life. When he looked up, Shao Kefan's figure was gone.
"Want to escape? Brother, you have seen my ability and must know it is worse than that, but you still underestimate it." Jueche tear opens the portrait, and his palms open the microscopic mirror. Shao Kefan is currently in the process of color, and is away from him.
It was about five miles away, and he was dragging his serious injury to fly to the place where he came from.
Hurry up, hurry up, you must see Jian Xin alive, otherwise, he will be dead, afraid that she will not even see his corpse, and afraid that she will wait like Ziyuan,
Know where the closest people have gone.
Manzhushahua under him formed circles of concentric circles with his position as the center. As his figure moved, he kept standing up and crawling again. Wherever he passed, the concentric circle was
Continuously changing, moving forward, rising and falling, like nesting wreaths, paying homage to the dying.
Shao Kefan had no time to take care of these, and with the most tragic failures, the most frustrating, the most resentful moods, and the strongest hopes in his life, he endured the most painful pain and ran in a hurry.
A black robe appeared three feet ahead, blocking his way.
Manzhushahua stood up with a "sand" sound, not sure if it was because of awe or something else.