Chapter 1189

Night, cloud, moon, Prince Mansion, kuntian scabbard, death.

There is no sign of the sudden killing. The sword is changing. In the whole palace, only one sword is amazing.

On the throne, XuanZhen recovered from the shock and turned sideways to avoid the sudden sword.

"Yila"

the harsh tearing sound of clothes and silk sounded, and XuanZhen's blood splashed in front of his chest, unable to completely avoid the edge of kuntian.

The opportunity has been lost, XuanZhen is in crisis, and his figure is moving, constantly avoiding the storm like attack.

In Gu Shengtian's hand, kuntian '.

"Bang!"

XuanZhen stepped back several steps and his mouth turned red.

Based on the unstable front, the sword light breaks through the air again, and can't breathe.

Before the crisis of life and death, XuanZhen's face sank and made a quick decision. He raised his hand and grasped the sword of the forward, striving for a breath.

"Yi"

the magic soldier tears his flesh and blood, and the harsh sound of friction rings out. XuanZhen resists the sharp pain in his left hand, and his right fist coagulates yuan, roaring at the swordsman in front of him.

In the same way, kuntian broke through the shackles and went straight into the former's chest.

"Er"

XuanZhen is so stuffy that he has been hit hard again.

At the same time, the devil's fist strength is strengthened, and the ancient Saint heaven takes a hard move, retreats three steps from the foot, and his mouth is red.

In extreme circumstances, both of them use the most extreme tactics to inflict the greatest damage on each other.

The overwhelming situation still remained unchanged. However, with a choice, XuanZhen was able to breathe for a moment, holding his right hand in vain. A long purple and gold gun flew near the throne, not far away from the devil's hand.

At this moment, the front of the sword, and then to a sword yingmu, stars appear all over the sky.

The sword is extremely powerful, and the star sword comes out again. In an instant, countless sword lights break through the air and appear, plundering the demons ahead.

XuanZhen saw that the purple and gold spear swept across the sky, and Wanjun dashed into the thousands of swords that had broken through the air. The fury of the rest of the force shook the whole palace violently.

The pattern of the array shows up and dissipates the strength of the battle. Originally, it is to protect the palace. At this moment, it becomes the devil's life-threatening talisman and the Royal Palace of array blessing. The king is hard to break. All the guards are blocked in front of the palace, and it is difficult to break through the sword blockade.

The broken blood and bones are scattered all over the sky. The only entrance is to block all reinforcements.

In the hall, the war is becoming more and more fierce. The purple gold spear is waving like a dragon. The weapon of kingcraft shows its hegemony. The body of the gun sweeps across and breaks through thousands of troops.

In the dancing spear, Gu Shengtian's body is unsteady, and his sword moves like waves. The continuous offensive forces the king of the devil.

Before the crisis of life, XuanZhen broke out 12 points of fighting power to overcome the difficulty of recovering from serious injury. Wang Wei showed himself in every move.

After ten moves of fighting, the devil's injury is more and more serious, and kuntian's attack is more and more fierce.

Outside the palace, there were more and more worships and guards. They joined hands to bombard the front sword array.

"Er"

all of a sudden, in the palace of the king, a dull hum sounded, XuanZhen's chest, a sword ran through the body, and then dyed vermilion.

Just before the end of the war, the sword array broke down in front of the royal palace. All the worshippers in the Royal Palace joined hands to attack and try their best to help the prince.

When the palm power strikes, Gu Shengtian feels it. He draws his sword back and blocks the crisis of forcing his life with one sword.

Rumbling drama, resounding through the palace, with an enemy to the public, Gu Shengtian at the foot of half a step back, a deep drink, shock back the public.

With the help of a move from chess, the ancient sage's color sank and his figure moved. He wanted to kill the devil by force.

A sword soars to the moon. The wind of the sword ice the world. In a flash, the killing moves reappear.

A king's house worshipped him, and his figure flashed by. He gathered all his talents and stood in front of him with his own body.

In the twinkling of an eye, a sword passes through the chest, bringing out a dazzling waterfall of blood. In front of XuanZhen's body, the worship of the royal residence protected by the body is directly destroyed, and the body is unable to fall.

One of the worshippers died in the battle, and the remaining three worshippers are in the kingdom. The attack is coming. They are powerful and pat the sword's back heart.

Gu Shengtian raised his hand to capture the dead Prince's house, threw it at the three men, swept out his figure, and continued to kill the prince in front of him.

XuanZhen retreated, one step, two steps, ten steps, trying his best to avoid the sword murderer.

In the rear, the three worshippers in the king's territory, the worshippers who died in the battle, were also swept out quickly to make full use of the encirclement.

The competition of time, the competition of life and death, at this moment, outside the hall, a shadow of dark red battle clothes appeared, cold eyes watching the war situation in front, did not rush to help.

"Lord xuanluo, please help me!" On one side, the guard leader said in a hurry.

Xuanluo hears the speech, the corners of his mouth bend slightly, and steps into the hall.

The aftershocks of the war make it hard for ordinary people to get close to half a point. Xuanluo looks at the white hot battle, and his right hand is Ning yuan, ready for a crucial blow.And then to the master of the battlefield, the strong breath is hard to ignore. The ancient sage has a sense of heaven, and the rest of the light sweeps by.

It's him. Before Linqing Dynasty, the thirteen princes mentioned it specially.

The situation is tense and there is no hesitation. Gu Shengtian looks back and shakes off the three worshippers with his sword. Kuntian in his hand urges Jiyuan again. In an instant, the sun, moon and stars appear together and cover the war situation.

"Let me tell you, today, he owes you half of his life, and he will repay it with his descendants!"

In the small world, the three phases appear together, and the ancient Saint heaven will fight against four with one, and the devil will be killed.

Xuanluo frowned and looked at the small world shrouded in the war situation. His figure flashed by and swept into the war situation.

With the strength of the palm and the edge of the sword, the small world shakes violently.

"Your Highness, leave first."

Xuanluo entered the war, looked at the prince and said.

XuanZhen nodded and left the war.

Gu Shengtian's eyes were fixed, his figure flashed by, and the sword was forced to come again.

"Your opponent is them!"

Xuanluo immediately stood in front of him, temporarily blocked the former's attack, immediately stepped on his feet and left the war with the crown prince.

After a moment's blocking, the three worshippers formed a encircling force again to block the attack of the swordsman.

Outside the war, xuanluo looked at the prince beside him and said, "Your Highness will heal first. I will protect your highness."

"Well"

XuanZhen nodded, and his severely injured body could not be delayed any more. His eyes were closed, and he used martial arts to suppress the injury.

The next moment, XuanZhen's whole body, magic yuan surging, flowing to the chest wound, repair the body.

In front of the war, the war became more and more fierce, and the three kings' power of worship was amazing. They were as strong as the masters of the East, and it was difficult to break through for a while.

When the crisis of life and death was relieved, XuanZhen opened his eyes and took a look at the war situation. Finally, he put down his heart and began to heal with all his strength.

"Eh!"

All of a sudden, a fierce murmur rang through the war situation. Gu Shengtian and the three kings were all shocked and looked out of the war situation.

But not far away, a shocking scene happened, XuanZhen heart, a hand stained with blood out of the body, blood dripping heart is still beating, shocking abnormal.

"You

Suddenly, XuanZhen looks back and looks at the man behind him. His face is full of incredible color.

"Your Royal Highness!"

Not far away from the war, the three kings worshipped and returned to God, and immediately set out to plunder forward.

The ancient sage's color sank and stepped out step by step, blocking the front, not giving the three people a chance to help.

"Why?"

Unwilling, angry, or regretful, it was too late at the moment. XuanZhen coughed up a mouthful of blood, felt the vitality in his body gradually dissipated, and began to speak with difficulty.

"Because only by getting your blood strength can I prove the emperor's way."

Xuanluo answered faintly, and the evil spirit was surging all over his body, which forced him to devour the former's body.

Blood gas and Moyuan peel off quickly. XuanZhen wants to struggle, but he is powerless.

In the war, Gu Shengtian saw this, frowned lightly, stepped on his feet, and withdrew from the war.

The small world dissipates, the heaven and the earth recover as before, the figure of the ancient Saint heaven moves and cuts open the obstacles outside the hall with one sword. After a few breath, he disappears into the night.

In the palace, none of the three angry kings worshiped went after them. Instead, they plundered xuanluo in front of them. The evil spirit surged wildly, and the killing opportunity was enormous.

Xuanluo sneered, turning his left hand, a golden Ancient Mirror appeared. In an instant, the ancient mirror broke, and the surrounding space twisted and cracked.

However, in the distorted space, xuanluo's figure disappeared without any trace.

In the main hall, the great prince fell into a pool of blood. All his life was gone, and the king returned to heaven until he died.

Thirteen Prince Mansion, Ning Chen looking at big Prince Mansion direction, in the heart lightly a sigh.

It's a pity.

At this time, the void was distorted, and a shadow of dark red battle clothes appeared. Without saying a word, it was shot directly.

As soon as I was ready, Ning Chen's look did not change, and the black sword appeared and went up.

Rumbling drama shock, ningchen foot, the earth is fragmented, difficult to inherit the power of the two moves.

Close at hand, the grudges of the two people look at each other, kill machine silk did not hide.

"Are you satisfied with the present I gave you?"

Ning Chen looking at the former whole body turbulent evil spirit, light way.

"Very satisfied."

Xuanluo said with a sneer, "this time we're even. The next time we see you again, it's your death."

"You'll live until that day."

Ning Chen look indifferent way, "in full view of the big prince's blood, I think, there will be a lot of people want to ruin you, including the two demons of the emperor."

Xuanluo cold hum, in the heart of the former is true, dare not stay more, a palm shock war situation, get away."Zhiming Hou, save your life and wait for me to take it!"

Under the night sky, the cold voice reverberates for a long time, a layout, enemies join hands to bury the first prince.

Ningchen stands in the night, looking at the turmoil of the Imperial City, eyes in the cold meaning more victory.

That's just the beginning. Next, there will be more good plays.

The Imperial City, when the appointed time comes, Yin Ji waves and orders action.

In a short time, the whole imperial city was in complete chaos, the fire lit up the night, and the sound of killing rocked the sky.

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