Lincheng Huamo Chapter 151: You are looking for death
The spider web woven by colorful streams of light rushed towards Liu Sanqing. Liu Sanqing put the two fingers of his left hand between his eyebrows, and then shouted "Broken!"
Twelve spiritual swords formed a circle around him with their sword tips facing outward. The sword circle began to rotate faster and faster, until finally the swords could no longer be seen clearly. The sword circle rose half a foot upwards, and then shot towards the person.
Spider web woven by colorful streamers.
The sword circle came into contact with the spider web, and then there was a "squeak, rub, rub, rub" sound, and sparks spattered, just like the exchange of swords.
The injured white-clothed immortal muttered something silently, and the cobweb began to shrink, and twelve spiritual swords would be wrapped in it. A proud smile appeared on his face. He may not know what the Thirteen Hatreds are, but he ignored Liu Sanqing's hand.
On top of it, he was also holding a slightly shorter spiritual sword.
Liu Sanqing's figure flashed like a ghost, but in an instant he appeared behind the injured immortal. Then he stabbed out with a sword, using a human sword move, and nine stars flew across the mountains!
The sword was drawn out so quickly that there was no white light. The injured white-clothed immortal was stabbed in the back of the heart with the sword. He couldn't help but grunted and turned around angrily. Liu Sanqing had disappeared long ago.
"Sanqing, Black Dragon!"
Liu Sanqing was about to use his strength to kill the injured immortal in white with his sword, but when he heard a lingering voice from another place, he also stopped his move and rushed towards the black dragon.
On the other hand, Ying Ruge was at a disadvantage in her physical fight with the muscular white-clothed immortal.
"Little doll, you are very good, are you interested in becoming my teacher?"
Reminding the strong white-clothed immortal that the battle with Ying Ruge was so hearty and refreshing, he actually started to love talents and asked directly. Mo Ming couldn't help but look contemptuously, and raised the corners of his mouth, showing disdain.
"Is it just you? If it weren't for my master's inability to interfere in the affairs of the human world and heaven, you idiots would have died a thousand and eight hundred times!"
Ying Ruge was telling the truth. He didn't know how powerful Yan Xiao was, but he believed that for a sect like the Tianxia Sword Sect, Yan Xiao or the other three senior brothers could all wipe out his body with a wave of his hand.
.But the powerful ones are the master and the senior brothers, not him.
Ying Ruge's words, no matter how strong he was, sounded like the words of a naughty boy to the white-clothed immortal. He laughed loudly again, feeling more and more that Ying Ruge, a worldly immortal cultivator, was quite to his liking. But he didn't seem to be able to conquer him.
It's easier.
Clenching his fists, he rushed towards Ying Ruge again with the force of thunder, his fists carrying the wind, extremely ferocious. However, Ying Ruge did not want to fight with his fists and feet anymore, and directly shouted, a golden dragon appeared invisible and rushed straight towards him.
A sturdy white-robed immortal.
The eyelids of the strong white-clothed immortal couldn't help but move slightly. The little kid used it, which didn't seem to be magic, but it wasn't any magic. He waved his fists continuously, and the golden dragon was knocked out.
There were holes and gaps one after another. Before I could feel complacent, I heard the sound of breaking wind, and a Golden Crow car rushed over again.
The strong white-clothed immortal crossed his arms to block his chest, and the golden crow car hit him, knocking him away more than ten feet.
"In the way!"
Ying Ruge spit out two words, flapped her wings quickly, and flew towards the black dragon. At the black dragon, six white-clothed immortals changed their formations and trapped the black dragon again. Liu Sanqing repeatedly attacked and harassed her, but due to the strength gap, she never succeeded.
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"Star Jue-Jiaomu Jiao!"
After shouting, Ying Ruge punched out, and a black light flew out from the fist. This black light also took shape in an instant, and actually turned into a slightly smaller black dragon. The little black dragon roared and flew towards
The black dragon was trapped and chained by a group of white-clothed immortals.
The black dragon saved the black dragon. Although they knew that the little black dragon was transformed by Ying Ruge's moves, the aura emanating from them was actually slightly similar. In the eyes of these white-clothed people, they mistakenly thought that this little guy from the fire path had begun to materialize his moves.
But these are forgetting another thing. The black dragon they are about to completely trap is not the real thing.
The little black dragon was about to approach. Before the white-clothed immortals could make a move, the trapped black dragon made a move first. His eyes opened slightly, and then became more violent, twisting his body and adding another four or five minutes of force. It was also this slight movement.
His violent rage caused the white-clothed people who trapped the black dragon to struggle with their hands.
When the little black dragon was scattered by a white light from one of them, the black dragon was stunned for a moment, paused for a few moments, but then continued to roar and twist its body again.
"Senior brother, this beast was already dying just now. Why is it now so full of life again?"
The immortal in white who shot out the white light asked like this. The immortal in white with the flame pattern facing the sky also frowned. The immortal power in his hand was still flowing out continuously, and he did not dare to relax even a little bit.
The princess noticed the abnormality of the black dragon, took a few steps forward and shouted at Ying Ruge in the air: "Changkong, continue to use the moves just now, ignore these immortals, and kill the black dragon!"
Hearing the voice of the princess, Ying Ruge, who was about to use Xingchen Jue again, couldn't help but froze, and her body stiffened in the air. It was also at this loss that the muscular man in white had returned.
Ling Ruge no longer shows mercy.
The sword finger was raised between his eyebrows, and he muttered words, and then he shouted loudly. Ying Ruge had no time to defend himself, and the mountain wall in the direction of Tianshui Villa shattered into pieces, and then regrouped, turning into one after another stone-made flying swords the size of a person.
With a wave of his sword finger, the stone flying swords flew toward Ying Ruge with the sound of wind.
Ying Ruge finally reacted, but she was in the air and had nothing to borrow, so she couldn't urge her to use "Star Jue-Nu Tu"
"Bat". It was also at this time that the dark clouds that initially gathered the injured immortal in white dispersed, and the moon was no longer blocked. The moonlight poured in and hit everyone. Ying Ruge's brows relaxed slightly as she thought of something.
"Star Jue-Bi Riwu!"
As the immortal power spread out, they gradually gathered in the moonlight. One, two, and three, a total of ten three-legged golden crows appeared. The three-legged golden crows kept neighing, and accompanied by the neighing sound, the moonlight behind them illuminated
The immortal power once again gathered into one thing. The gathered thing was shaped like a chariot, and then ten iron ropes shot out from the chariot, locking the necks of ten three-legged golden crows.
That form turned out to be Xihe's chariot.
Xihe's chariot roared away towards dozens or hundreds of stone flying swords. The chariot charged, and its invincible momentum was instantly manifested. Before those stone flying swords could get closer, they all shattered into stones and scattered.
This move slightly delayed the sturdy white-clothed immortal, and Ying Ruge once again hit the "Star Strike-Jiaomu Jiao" in the direction of the black dragon. The little black dragon appeared again, roaring and flying towards the black dragon.
The little black dragon disappeared and reappeared. The black dragon seemed to have mistakenly thought that the little black dragon was provoking him. Finally, his breath burst out and he broke free from control.
As soon as the black dragon broke free, the six white-clothed immortals who had trapped him were knocked back more than ten feet by the powerful aura coming from the pavement. The weak ones even couldn't help but cover their chests and vomited out a mouthful of black blood.
The little black dragon collided with the black dragon. The black dragon opened its mouth with blood and swallowed the little black dragon in one mouthful.
The white-clothed immortal with the sky-facing flame pattern was originally the main core of the locking formation, and consumed the most immortal power. Now that the formation is broken, he has suffered the greatest backlash. But this white-clothed immortal with the sky-facing flame pattern is really accomplished in cultivation, but after only a few
Take a breath and adjust your condition.
Before he could integrate his brothers and reorganize the formation to trap the black dragon, the beautiful immortal in white discovered something was wrong and said in a panic: "No, there are strong energy fluctuations in the fairy world. Brother, please don't delay any longer!"
The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky understood what his junior brother meant. He thought that the elder who helped them hold the laws of heaven and earth would soon be exhausted, and their actions would be discovered by the laws of heaven and earth.
"Little doll, get out of here!"
Ying Ruge couldn't help but be stunned by this shout. The sound penetrated the body and struck directly into the soul. Even the master of ghost control couldn't help but feel frightened for a moment. But even though he was frightened, his eyes still showed a fierce light and murderous intent.
"roll!"
Such a word showed his attitude. Such a word completely angered the immortal in white with the flame pattern facing the sky.
He no longer had that immortal demeanor, and his face showed contempt and disdain. The immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky said leisurely: "Junior, you are seeking death!"