"Junior sister Wan'er, how are you? Can you hold on?"
At this time, Ao Tianbo helped Lin Wan'er walk out of the crowd.
Lin Wan'er's face is pale and bloodless, and her hair hangs a little messy on her shoulders, but she has a sad and morbid beauty. A woman like her, who is already suffocatingly beautiful, is already naturally beautiful and can hardly fall into the world.
"Don't worry, thank you, senior brother." Lin Wan'er said in a voice as loud as a mosquito. Her pure eyes stared at the situation on the ring. When she saw Yuan Futu being suppressed by that powerful sword intention, her heart seemed to have changed.
My chest jumped out of my chest, and I yelled two words with all my strength.
"Buddha!"
Facing the overwhelming murderous sword intent, Yuan Futu almost collapsed. If this sword intent attacked him, it would probably crush his body to pieces in an instant, and the endless murderous intent would directly crush the flesh and bones completely.
Into powder.
Half-stepping into the gate of hell, Yuan Futu had never felt that death was so close, as if he could already smell the road to hell in his breath.
However, at this moment, a familiar voice fell into his ears, and in one thousandth of his breath, Yuan Futu saw Lin Wan'er standing in the crowd out of the corner of his eye.
"Wan'er!" Yuan Futu's heart twitched violently.
"Die...hahahahaha!"
Pang De smiled ferociously, murderous intent invaded his brain, he had already lost his mind, and had completely broken his string to the limit. He did not think about the consequences at all, he only knew that he would use all his strength to kill the person in front of him.
Death, now the balance was broken. He held the flying sword with both hands behind his back and stabbed towards Yuan Futu, dragging the terrifying sword intent to burst the embankment.
At this moment, Lin Wan'er's sad and beautiful appearance fell into Yuan Futu's eyes, and there were a few tears in her pupils, as if she was regretting that she had tried her best to create an opportunity for him to face Pound directly, and now he was forced to die.
She was in a desperate situation, but also seemed to be sad, because a man who was willing to do anything for her was about to lose his life in front of her eyes.
Tears stayed in the pupils for a thousandth of a breath, and then flowed down the face that could be broken by blows.
In an instant, Yuan Futu roared hysterically in his heart: "I can't die! I can't be defeated! The Lin family has fallen on my shoulders, and they still need to find the Earthly Immortal Holy Water to treat Wan'er's illness. How can I fail?
In this small arena, I lost to a despicable and shameless villain like Pang De. I am... the master of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure!! Come out!!!!"
His heart was calling, and he was sensing the mysterious energy silent in the depths of the Yuan Shen Sea. This energy once helped him kill a fourth-level spiritual beast. He believed that at this critical moment, that treasure
The host will never be allowed to die.
This is his biggest trump card, and it is also a completely unpredictable variable!
In an instant, the sword intent struck him, and the bloody murderous intent immediately invaded Yuan Futu's body, transforming into an endless edge that destroyed every inch of flesh and blood. This kind of pain was even more than a hundred times more severe than the tarsal bones of ten thousand insects.
Even with the naked eye, it can be seen that his skin is cracking inch by inch, and the flesh and blood inside seems to have been cut by invisible blades, turning into tiny pieces floating in the air.
All the disciples watching the battle were silent, and the sword masters on the steps did not dare to speak. Xiao Nan knew in his heart that the defeat was certain, and Yuan Futu's life was hanging on the road to hell. He turned around and looked at the sword master sitting in the center.
Twelve, I want to know what this sect leader is thinking at this moment.
Jian Twelve looked solemn, said nothing, and did not even stand up. He just stared at it intently, as if expecting something.
"Hahahaha, I won. Only I, Pound, can enter the Sword Tomb, hahahaha!" Pound was going crazy, but suddenly he saw sporadic purple rays of light in the faint bloody murderous intent.
Before he could react, a roar suddenly rose into the sky, causing the huge sword intent to vibrate violently.
Yuan Futu raised his head, and the originally dim purple pattern in his left eye suddenly became brighter, but this time there were three petals imprinted on his pupil.
Three petals completely filled his pupils, making them look enchanting, like the eyes of a demon.
At this moment, it seems that the Eye of Reincarnation has reached perfection!
Earth-shaking changes are also taking place in Yuan Futu's Yuan Shen Sea. The remaining Yuan Power in the chaotic-colored life bead seems to have been swallowed up, and it has become empty. Then, traces of chaotic matter emerge from the Yuan Shen Sea.
The depths of it were derived and condensed continuously.
This new power exudes a rich ancient aura, and its weight is much stronger than the wisps derived from the fourth-level spirit beast that day. It is almost the size of a knuckle, and its shape is like a chaotic-colored liquid.
call!
A gray flame burned on the surface of Yuan Futu's body. There was no temperature, but a cold aura, making him look like a demon. The ancient aura that had traveled through hundreds of millions of years burst out from his body.
, there is a domineering aura of a king coming to the world and all people surrendering.
Jian Twelve stood up suddenly, as if he finally saw what he wanted to see, and exclaimed: "Finally, it's the Chaos Spiritual Treasure!"
"Senior, he was the fourth-level spiritual beast that he killed with this kind of power that day!" Yuan Zang conveyed it to Shen Wuyu with his thoughts, and both of them had incredible looks on their faces.
Yuan Futu is the master of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure, which is understandable, but no one expected that with his talent and qualifications, he would be able to unleash the power contained within it so quickly.
As soon as the chaotic colored liquid appeared from the natal bead, it immediately released a chaotic brilliance, penetrating into Yuan Futu's limbs and bones, dispelling all murderous intent.
The extreme pain gradually disappeared, and Yuan Futu finally came to his senses. Although he was not killed by the killing intent, he was still trapped in the power of the two killing swords, and the killing intent did not diminish at all, but became stronger and stronger.
.
"Sure enough, God will never stop me!"
Yuan Futu noticed the chaotic-colored liquid existing in the life bead, felt the powerful aura contained in it, and started operating it without hesitation. The liquid-like power burst out instantly and poured directly into the Tianyuan Sword in his hand. The ink-colored blade
It was immediately covered with a thick layer of chaotic color.
"The strongest mysterious heavy sword!!!"
This sword was swung out, transforming into a chaotic sword shadow and whizzing towards it. It was simple and unpretentious, but seemed to have the power to destroy the world. It almost directly penetrated the space, forming countless circular shock waves that completely wiped out the blood mist in front of it.
Defeated, as if the extremely powerful killing sword power was like paper in front of him, it was in front of Pang De in the blink of an eye.