Chapter 220 How can the ugly chicken lose the blood while riding the face?
The sword slashed out, spurting out black air, flowing on the rune sword, and the air was filled with clear and palpable hatred, the purest hatred, the kind of hatred that emerges in order to survive.
This is the purest artistic conception, but it is not something that ordinary monks can master.
With just one strike of the sword, Qin Yang's aura surged crazily, his secret skills became violent, and coupled with the twelve magic swords, Qin Yang's mind instantly fell into sinking, unable to control himself.
"I hate the beauty's fate!"
A roar that almost clenched his teeth and rolled from his throat sounded again.
Qin Yang's momentum surged to the peak of the Divine Sea again, and the rune sword trembled slightly. The runes engraved on it bloomed with a faint light, and the power that shook the soul turned into a turbulent wave visible to the naked eye, covering almost all land in a radius without distinction.
Here, Lin Chiqing had just started the battle with Lian Yu, his expression changed drastically, and four big words flashed in his mind: Twelve Demonic Swords.
This madman!
He actually wants to defeat the mighty Lingtai with his three-dimensional body. Even if he has twelve demonic swords, he has to kill at least six of them before he can have any hope.
In an instant, Lian Yu understood Qin Yang's thoughts, and his heart was filled with horror.
Lian Yu knew everything about Jiang Chuan's Twelve Demonic Swords, but Jiang Chuan had never passed it on to her. However, she knew the evil nature of these twelve demonic swords clearly.
Seeing the ripples spreading, Lian Yu immediately ran away into the distance.
Lin Chiqing's expression changed slightly. He didn't know the evil nature of the Twelve Demonic Swords, nor the evil nature of the rune sword in Qin Yang's hand, so his escape was a little slower.
But at this moment, he was touched by a ripple.
In an instant, Lin Chiqing felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his head felt like it had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.
Just by touching it, the soul has been damaged and its strength has declined.
By the time he exited the range of the rune sword, Lian Yu's attack had already arrived.
This is the mouth of the sea, where the inland sea meets the Dead Sea. There is abundant water vapor here, and the water spirit energy is the richest. Lian Yu has regained her strength, and her illness is gone. She can exert at least 120% of her strength here.
This is why Lian Yu is sure that if he works hard, he can definitely kill Lin Chiqing...
While other people could hide, the Saint of Lingtai had no way of hiding.
Qin Yang fell into madness, and all the energy was enveloped in her body. As long as she avoided it, her flaws would be revealed, and if her flaws were revealed, she would make one wrong step or another.
Not to mention, Qin Yang's strength skyrocketed to the peak of the Divine Sea just by slashing two swords. She naturally knew that if Qin Yang took action again, his strength would definitely continue to rise.
The silver moon blade covered the sky and the sun, turned into a storm, and enveloped Qin Yang.
Qin Yang activated the turtle shell, holding the black pot in one hand, pressing forward step by step without dodging, resisting all the moon blades, his momentum rising steadily, and his fighting spirit turned into a substantial rainbow, rising into the sky.
Although the moon blade was blocked, the sharp aura was like countless blades, wrapping Qin Yang within it, like a pervasive flow of water, strangling Qin Yang's body.
"Pfft..."
A series of sounds of skin capsules bursting were heard, and countless wounds opened on Qin Yang's skin. Blood spurted out like a fountain. The dragon marrow that almost burned him alive also slowly disappeared under this horrific consumption.
Terrible temperature.
Qin Yang's face was ferocious, his eyes were red, and he roared.
"The Three Hatreds never cease!"
With another sword slash, Qin Yang's momentum suddenly surged to the Lingtai. Even though he was still two small realms away from the Saintess of the Lingtai, he was at least on the same starting line.
By this time, the most dangerous time is over.
But next, if he can't work it all out, push the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai to a desperate situation in one breath, and kill her in one breath, he will definitely be the one who dies as soon as this breath is released.
The three swords were slashed out, and the blood spurting out from Qin Yang's body evaporated instantly, turned into blood, and poured into the rune sword in his hand.
The burning dragon marrow in the body was forcibly replenishing the energy and blood, but at this moment, most of it was consumed.
"The four hatreds are the harshness of the world!"
With another slash of the sword, the remaining dragon marrow in Qin Yang was consumed in an instant, and the true energy in his body was also forcibly drained out in an instant.
The strong body seemed to have shrunk. In an instant, it became as thin as firewood, skin and bones, and all the energy and blood in the body were forcibly drained.
And under the four swords, the momentum surged again to the middle stage of Lingtai.
The runes on the rune sword began to bloom with a dazzling brilliance. The sword trembled slightly, and layers of mysterious halo continuously washed the rune sword.
The impurities in the sword body were forcibly removed, and a halo enveloped it, making the rune sword somewhat transparent.
At this time, a trace of deep and distant aura slowly emerged, like the most ancient existence slowly reviving.
And this is the power of secret treasures.
This rune sword inlaid with six ancient runes is not a magic weapon at all, but a secret treasure that has been passed down.
According to what has always been said in the world of immortality, there is no lower limit or upper limit for secret treasures.
The same secret treasure can be used by monks in the Qi nourishing stage, and can also be used directly by Lingtai monks. The difference is only in the size of its power.
At this moment, Qin Yang's realm skyrocketed to the level of the spiritual platform, and this rune sword finally showed a completely different power.
The halo of blooming runes enveloped a range of several miles. Within this range, all birds, beasts, fish and insects seemed to have lost their minds and had no intention of escaping.
Under the light of the halo, huge ripples were set off, and with a gentle sweep, the soul consciousness of all living creatures within this range was forcibly shattered.
Qin Yang was surrounded by black energy, his fighting spirit was soaring to the sky, his eyes were red and black, and he had completely fallen into madness.
At this time, the calm expression of Saint Lingtai finally changed.
"Secret treasure! Evil magic!"
After the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai slashed out countless moon blades again, she lightly stepped on her feet, and countless shadows appeared in mid-air, spreading out in all directions.
At this moment, the Saint of Lingtai no longer wanted to fight Qin Yang. She could see that Qin Yang's condition was rising rapidly, but it could not last long. As long as he gave way for the time being, Qin Yang would naturally destroy himself.
If the fighting continues, she might really die.
This evil sect's secret treasure, coupled with the evil sect's magic sword, is really weird and unpredictable.
Performing the neo-phoenix goddess dance, the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai is like a goddess flying high in the air, and the countless human silhouettes spread out in all directions.
The strange and unpredictable fluctuations contain hidden mysteries and confuse and confuse people's five senses.
However, Qin Yang has fallen into madness. Not to mention his five senses, even his consciousness itself has been overwhelmed by fighting spirit and hatred, and only the last thought is left in his mind.
Beat the saint to death.
Seeing these countless saints on the spiritual platform at this moment, there is no way to appreciate or be confused.
What started out as an idea naturally turned into beating all these Holy Maidens of the Lingtai to death.
"The Five Hates platform leaks easily!"
His voice was hoarse and strange, as if he was possessed by a demon. He slashed out with another sword, and Qin Yang's momentum surged again.
However, his true energy, energy, blood, and dragon marrow had all been completely consumed, and his body was withered and he no longer had any strength at all.
This sword slashed out, and it was Shouyuan who was killed.
The moment he cut it out, Qin Yang's twenty-year-old face quickly changed into that of a thirty-year-old man.
The runes on the rune sword are shaped like a blooming scorching sun, and a soft halo covers the land for six or seven miles. Under the halo, the dance of the Nihuang Goddess collapses, and all the phantoms dissipate, leaving only the spiritual platform.
The saint is alone.
The Saintess of the Lingtai looked pale, her soul was shaken and became unstable, and she was able to display less and less of her strength.
The magic weapon of protection can't stop the strange combination of the Twelve Demonic Swords and the Rune Sword.
And she has no powerful magic weapon to protect her soul.
At this moment, Qin Yang's momentum was almost the same as that of the Holy Lady of Lingtai.
"Qin Yang, if you kill me, you will be useless. If you strike out with another sword, your Taoist foundation will inevitably collapse, and your life will be worse than death. Today, the grudges have been eliminated. After you kill the incarnation, let's give it up...
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The face of the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai is getting worse and worse. Her best killing power cannot break through the tortoise shell that Qin Yang is urging at this moment. The neo-phoenix goddess dance that she is good at is purely for Qin Yang who is almost possessed by the devil.
Dance for the savages...
Totally useless.
The realm is the same. If her biggest support loses its effect, she will also be afraid. She was frightened by Qin Yang's madness.
He never expected that Qin Yang, who was remembered as being extremely cunning and caring about his life, and who never showed his true face in front of others, would actually prefer life to death and kill her at all costs.
What all monks are best at is assessing the situation. Even if there is a life-and-death feud, except for those lunatics, no one will risk their own future just to kill the enemy.
Yes, the future.
Some people will bet on their lives, but few will bet on their potential.
Life is worse than death, and far more terrible than death in battle.
Saintess Lingtai suddenly felt a little confused, a little confused, and couldn't understand Qin Yang at all.
However, Qin Yang had a ferocious face, a pleasant sneer, and endless madness, without any hesitation at all.
Another sword strike!
"Six hate orchid leaves are burnt!"
Qin Yang's face quickly changed from a thirty-year-old to a middle-aged man entering his forties.
The momentum surged again, crossing the limit of the spiritual platform.
And Qin Yang's skinny body could not bear such a huge force, and his skin was crumbling.
But that terrifying aura was like wolf smoke, soaring straight into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds for dozens of miles. Under the suppression of the momentum, and with the power of the rune sword, all living creatures, insects, snakes, birds, beasts, and monster monks were destroyed for dozens of miles.
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They all stood dumbly on the spot, their souls were shocked and their consciousness came to a standstill.
The rune sword completely shattered, and the material of the sword body could not withstand such a powerful force.
But after the sword body shattered, the rune was still intact, and a sword made of halo was held in Qin Yang's hand.
Time seemed to have stopped. Qin Yang held the lightsaber and passed by the Saint of the Lingtai in an instant.
But at this critical moment, Lin Chiqing suddenly appeared in front of the Holy Lady of Lingtai.
Lin Chiqing looked shocked, as if he didn't expect that the Holy Lady of Lingtai would use him to block the gun.
"Be bold!"
The Holy Maiden of Lingtai's face turned pale, she gritted her teeth, and put one hand on Lin Chiqing's back, asking him to resist the blow.
When all the halo dissipates.
Qin Yang stood on the spot with a lightsaber in his hand, his body was withered and almost collapsed. Although his aura was very strong, it was stronger than the Saint of Lingtai.
But he was no longer able to swing the next sword. His body could no longer withstand the power. If he swung the next sword again, he would not be able to kill the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai, but he himself would die first.
On the opposite side, the Saint of Lingtai stood on the rocks, her eyes a little hollow, her eyes trembling slightly, and she slowly regained her consciousness.
As for Lin Chiqing, her pupils were completely dilated, her expression was dull, and she had no consciousness at all.
His soul has completely shattered and dissipated.
After more than a dozen breaths, the eyes of the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai regained some agility, but she still lost her focus from time to time. This was a sign that the soul was damaged, and part of her consciousness was wiped out.
Throwing away Lin Chiqing's body, the Saint of Lingtai walked slowly towards Qin Yang, with a hint of fear and madness on her face.
"Madman, you are a madman. You are no longer able to strike with another sword, right? If your strength becomes even stronger, it will be the last straw that completely crushes you."
"Come on, come on! I should have killed you earlier, killed you earlier. Lin Chiqing is dead. Even if he dies, I will not feel better. I will make your life worse than death. No, you are not afraid of this.
Then let you die!"
The Saint of Lingtai was a little crazy, raised her finger and pointed out a little spiritual light, which struck Qin Yang.
Qin Yang's body was rushed back three steps. Even though he was protected by the tortoise shell, three of his ribs were broken by the shock.
Qin Yang's aura was declining crazily. With one breath, he declined by a small level. After a few breaths, he fell to the peak of three yuan.
It's just that the true energy is exhausted, the qi and blood are exhausted, and all the power is exhausted. Now, for example, a normal ordinary person is no better.
But at this moment, Qin Yang grinned.
"I guess my previous guess might be wrong. Lin Chiqing is not your incarnation, right?"
"Is there any use in delaying time now? Do you think that Lian Yu can save you? She didn't have time to come over." The Saint of Lingtai sneered and kept walking.
"Actually, delaying this little time is really useful." Qin Yang coughed lightly and smiled brightly: "Have you heard of Dong?"
"What a mess, Qin Yang, it's time to hit the road!" The Holy Lady of Lingtai stepped forward and pointed at Qin Yang's head.
At this moment, a divine light fell from the sky.
Before they arrived, the pressure fell and suppressed the helpless movement of the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai whose spirit was greatly damaged.
The divine light arrived in an instant and turned into a small bell as big as a palm, hanging above her head.
Qin Yang staggered forward, approaching slowly step by step.
"The ugly chicken is riding on the face. How can you not die if I take your head with such a bloody body?"
The eyes of the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai changed, but she could not move at all. It was absolutely easy for the Haoyang Bell to suppress a guy with only a trace of blood left.
"Do you want to know what this is?" Qin Yang walked over slowly, his smile getting brighter: "I won't tell you."
"But now you can know what dong is."
Qin Yang walked up to the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai, stretched out his hand with dignity, and flicked the Haoyang Bell with his fingers.
"Boom!"
A low bell rang.
The eyes of the Holy Maiden on the Lingtai under the Haoyang Bell were momentarily dull.
Her body was swept by a ripple, her bones and flesh were scattered, and her soul was shattered. Only a silver-white skeleton remained in place, and everything else was turned into powder.
Qin Yang resisted the weariness that was deep in his soul, stretched out his hand to use the corpse touch skill on the skeleton, took out two light balls, and casually placed them in his head without having the energy to check them.
After killing people and touching corpses, you can relax after the whole process is over.
And next to it was Lin Chiqing's body.
In the same way, after touching the corpse and eliminating all backhand tactics that the other party might have, he took out a skill book and patted it into his head.
At this time, Qin Yang staggered and sat on the ground.
The Haoyang Baozhong flew in front of Qin Yang, and the ugly chicken poked its head out of it, looking at Qin Yang in shock.
"Qin Youde, I told you not to be so immoral and wicked. Look, you are getting retribution now."