Dugu Aoxue, who was dressed in white, was knocked to the ground by the huge air wave. Her eyes were full of endless shock. Fortunately, she did not suffer any serious internal injuries. She turned her beautiful eyes and looked at the battlefield.
, but was stunned, her heart was beating wildly and making a heavy sound, and she saw an unbelievable scene in her life.
The three silhouettes seemed to be frozen, one black and one blue, bringing with them a breath of destruction that trapped the unlucky monk in a coquettish cassock. The monk's figure was like a ball filled with air.
She burst out with powerful energy that shattered the sky and shattered the earth, and it was the energy that burst out from the monk that knocked her to the ground.
The sword light circulated, emitting a frightening dark light that made people palpitate. However, the sword that slashed down in the air was filled with faint blood-colored aura. Only the unarmed monk's eyebrows were tightened.
The lock was locked, but there was no trace of panic. The large monk's robe was bulging due to the energy surging out of his body, but it did not break. The killings of Zhang Xiaofeng and Ling Tianyun were also blocked by his own body.
Within one foot.
Suddenly, an earth-shattering aura surged out from the body of the unlucky monk. He waved his sleeves, and the energy surged out from within the sleeves, and he clapped his hands.
Then he slapped the back of the sword that was slashed in the air. The long sword with a strange and terrifying dark light was caught between the two fingers of his other hand. The large monk's robe glowed delicately.
The monk's face was as lustrous as ever, without any expression. His body shook slightly, and with a 'boom' sound, the black and blue figures moved backwards one after another like kites with broken strings.
Fall away.
Ling Tianyun felt a huge impact force coming from the sword, which made his wrist numb, and the remaining energy from the sword rushed directly to his chest. His right hand suddenly lost all feeling.
, the sword in his hand immediately fell to the ground, his chest was like a lightning strike, a surge of hot blood suddenly rushed to his throat, and his body also fell to the ground in the air.
"Wow", a mouthful of blood spurted out from Ling Tianyun's mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground. In addition to the deep surprise in his eyes, there was also a sense of paleness and powerlessness.
All the zhenqi was poured into the knife. However, the other party just slapped his hand and removed the knife that was flying in the air. Waves of helplessness surged in his heart. After spitting out the mouthful of blood, that
The pain in his chest that was like a lightning strike was relieved, and he stood up hurriedly, ignoring the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and quickly picked up the sword that fell to the ground.
With an unlucky palm, he slapped away Ling Tianyun's knife in the air, and at the same time stretched out his left index finger and middle finger to pinch the long sword in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand that was stabbing like a ghostly light. The energy burst out.
A huge wave of air was rolled up, rising and falling in the courtyard. Zhang Xiaofeng frowned, and the sword in his hand could not enter even half an inch. The aura shooting out from the two people became stronger and stronger, and both sides filled their bodies with
The true energy surged out wildly and enveloped the opponent. They were unable to move at all and could only rely on their own internal strength to suppress the opponent.
The huge pain in his chest was still there, wisps of blood spilled from Ling Tianyun's mouth, and only half of the true energy left in his dantian was. However, he still frantically circulated the wisps of true energy in his dantian, and silently recited the Heart Sutra in his heart.
After reading the formula, the true energy turned into a mysterious force and penetrated into his body.
With a "boom", Ling Tianyun felt as if his body had exploded, and scenes of bloody scenes flooded into his brain. His cousin Feng Xiaochan's sudden pounce, the bloodthirsty and coquettish...
The thin sword, the curled-up blood flowers that seeped into the bones, the large blood stain on Grandpa Feng Yuxiu’s chest, the eyes of everyone in the Feng family that opened with anger before death, and the helpless sadness in their eyes
His expressions, all these turned into bloody scenes that undulated in his mind. But he could only let out an unwilling wailing, and could only watch helplessly as they fell into a pool of blood one by one.
Unwilling to give up, he groaned like a wild beast. What he wanted to protect at this time were his relatives, his dying cousin Feng Xiaochan, and beside him there was a person with a peerless appearance.
The cold and proud woman Dugu Aoxue who made his heart ripple, he will never let the tragedy happen again, he will protect the person he wants to protect. Ling Tianyun couldn't help shouting in his heart, and he was running wildly in his dantian.
Only the true essence of existence.
With his hair flying in anger and his eyes red, Ling Tianyun himself didn't know the strange changes in his body. He only felt that his body was filled with a powerful force, and he couldn't help but run the exercises according to the formula.
The remaining true energy. The bloodshot eyes overflowing from the corners of his mouth became thicker and thicker. Ling Tianyun's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and little blood-like red lights began to glow in his eyes.
"Roar", he felt his body let out a thunderous roar, and the sword in his hand was raised. In front of his eyes, the world seemed to have changed. Everything was so silent, and time seemed to have stopped in his eyes.
.The two confronting figures slowly opened up at his pupils, and his blood-red eyes were locked on the obese monk.
It's a bloodthirsty aura, a demonic nature like endless killing. Ling Tianyun himself doesn't know what the endless bloody hell battlefield is that fills his mind. He only knows that all this arouses the crazy demonic nature in his heart. It must be
The endless killing and ferocious bloodthirsty aura could make him feel better. He seemed to hear a roaring roar from within his bones, and he seemed to feel the boiling scream in the blood in his body, and in his eyes
The bloody glow came to Yu Da, and the blood color on the Xingze sword in his hand became thicker and thicker.
Step by step, Ling Tianyun's hair flew wildly, like a mad demon, and the raised sword reflected the dazzling blood-colored light under the soft sunlight. "Crack", a piece of bluestone was stepped on by his feet, and it suddenly cracked.
It turned into pieces of rubble, but he didn't know it. His blood-red eyes were shining with a demonic light, looking straight at the evil monk who was resisting Zhang Xiaofeng with his inner strength.
There was no flamboyant aura exposed, no sharp wind lingering, only the sound of heavy footsteps. Even Dugu Aoxue was shocked. There was an unbelievable look in her beautiful eyes. She had already stood up, only to feel the sound of the courtyard.
There is a strange aura permeating the inside. It is a kind of boundless killing intent, it is a kind of depression like a heart-stopping sea of blood, and it is a kind of wailing grief that touches the depths of the soul.
She didn't know what kind of atmosphere this was. She could only watch helplessly as the young man in black clothes, with his hair flying in anger and holding the bloody sword, walked forward step by step with heavy steps.
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The two people in the confrontation also felt this strange atmosphere. Inexplicably, they felt a chill in their hearts. The atmosphere filled with endless blood filled the air, and the coldness that was as cold as the depths of the netherworld was stronger than anything in the world.
The chill was so terrifying that they felt as if they were being stared at by the Hell Demon Lord, causing their hearts to tremble.
Monk Bu Miao faced Ling Tianyun. In addition to the deep disbelief and shock in his eyes, there was also a hint of trembling that could not be concealed. "How can you become a Buddha if you cannot become a demon? Is this the highest realm of Buddhism?
"The bad monk couldn't help but murmured. He didn't expect that at this moment he saw Ling Tianyun with flying hair and eyes full of blood spots, and he couldn't help but think of the long-standing legend in Buddhism.
And at the moment when he was distracted, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly exerted force, and the sword in his hand seemed to come alive. With a "hiss" sound, the sword raised a bright light like a flower, towards the fingers of the bad monk.
It slid past and stabbed towards his throat. A feeling of fear flashed through the monk's heart, and he quickly retreated, but the sword in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand shot out like maggots on his bones.
Just as the bad monk retreated, Ling Tianyun's striding steps suddenly became faster, and the raised sword passed through a graceful arc in the air and struck the bad monk head-on. He was already extremely sharp.
Stepping into the fierce auras of Monk Bu Miao and Zhang Xiaofeng, the sword rolled up a bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty force like a sea of blood and struck Mon Miao head on, faster than lightning and as powerful as thunder.
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"Ah", a miserable scream suddenly resounded through the sky. The bad monk's right arm curled up and a bunch of coquettish blood splashed out. Only a knife mark with deep bone visible was seen on his right arm.
He suddenly appeared, leaving a bright red bloodstain on his cheek. After that scream, he flicked his broad monk's robe and disappeared into the courtyard in a flash. Only a full body of blood was left behind.
The shocking bloody flowers on the ground were particularly piercing under the sunlight.
After Ling Tianyun raised his knife and struck it in the air, he felt as if his body was empty, and his mind suddenly fell into an endless darkness. Then he lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a "plop". His whole body
Everywhere was stained with the blood of the enemy, just like the bloodthirsty Shura, ferocious and terrifying.
"Pfft", Zhang Xiaofeng's face changed, he opened his mouth and sprayed out a layer of blood mist, and his stern face became ashen, and his expression immediately became sluggish. His frosty hair was messy, his long sword was on the ground, and his body was almost shaking and falling.
, but he still stood proudly like a green pine in the wind and snow. The blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and although there was no brilliant light in his eyes, he showed that perseverance and unyielding look.
Dugu Aoxue only suffered a slight fluctuation in energy and was not seriously injured. However, she was the only one present who could still move. The scene just now was deeply imprinted in her mind. The indomitable Xuan Yi
The young man Ling Tianyun and the brave and righteous swordsman drove away the powerful Monk Bu Miao from the Western Regions with the absolutely weak side. At this moment, her heart was extremely shocked.
At this time, a streak of blood-like sunlight suddenly shone slantingly, and the earth turned red. Outside the sky, a blood-like fireball fell to the west. Dugu Aoxue looked at the extremely sad and beautiful sunset,
Her expression was so complicated, including emotion and touch, as well as the instinctive emotions aroused in her heart.
The setting sun was so sad and beautiful, like crying blood. The red and blood-like afterglow shrouded the holy Dugu Aoxue in a white dress, causing a faint blood-colored halo to appear around her. The soft and white glow was like
Her jade-like face and tall, graceful figure looked like a fairy in a painting under the setting sun.
Imperial Capital, within the Imperial Palace of the Zhou Dynasty, Cide Hall,
The blood-red afterglow of the sunset shrouded this world-famous palace, as if it was covered with a layer of neon feathers. But in the garden outside the palace, there were four or five people admiring this.
The sad and beautiful picture brought by the setting sun, this is the last evening of the year when the setting sun shines.
The old man with silver hair and a weathered face was none other than the Great Zhou Emperor Guo Wei, and beside him was his adopted son Jin Wang Chai Rong, who had a slim figure and an extraordinary heroic face. There were several golden-armored guards standing in the courtyard. That day
Zhao Kuangyin, who had red cheeks, was suddenly among them. In addition to them, there was also a kind-hearted old monk in coarse cloth monk robes, and a thirty-year-old man in fancy clothes who exuded an extraordinary temperament. That man was the number one sect in the Central Plains.
Fu Heng, the helmsman of Shengyang Gate.
"Thank you so much for your wonderful rejuvenation, Master, and I would like to express my deepest gratitude to you for your compassionate heart." Guo Wei's complexion improved, and a faint blush appeared on his weathered face. And his Qi became more even and powerful, presumably because of the
The monk cured his disease.
"Amitabha, Your Majesty has spoken harshly, and Huai Su cannot bear it." This monk was none other than Master Huai Su from Mount Wutai. He clasped his hands and said calmly to Guo Wei.
"Father, I have just recovered from a serious illness. It's better to go back to the palace." Seeing the cold wind blowing outside the courtyard, Chai Rong couldn't help but persuade Guo Wei, and his heart suddenly became clear.
"It doesn't matter, it's not too late to go back after the sunset, but I haven't seen such a beautiful sunset for a long time." Guo Wei couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and stared at the distant sky.