Chapter 1145

In the blood stone forest, the birthplace of the dragon pattern gold rough stone.

The violent star power fills this space, and all kinds of visions explode wildly, thunder light, flame, ice, snowflake, sword light, palm light, and so on.

The fight between Ye Ziling and Lei Ying caused unimaginable damage, and the aftermath alone made people tremble.

Between heaven and earth, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and nine green luans were wearing purple thunder armor. Like a peerless sword, when the sky shines, it turns into a giant to shuttle in this void.

Even in an extremely unfavorable situation, Ye Ziling's vision never collapsed. Xiao Kun, who wanted to chase after Lin Yun and the others, had a rather ugly expression on his face.

The woman and Lei Ying fought against each other, and she was clearly in a state of embarrassment, but she still had the strength to block them.

Boom!

The thunder and flames rioted, forming countless monsters of various kinds, and a terrifying vision of a group of demons dancing wildly was derived.

The area where the Thunder Eagle was located seemed to be a purgatory of thunder, the fire was soaring into the sky, and the suffocating aura was overwhelming.

His face was gloomy to the extreme, his eyes swept away, and he locked onto the figure in the endless snowflakes ahead. Then Xingyuan surged, and dazzling starlight bloomed from his dark body, pierced through the void, and slapped it out with a palm.

boom!

When the terrifying moment of the palm light shot out, the hundreds of monsters around him roared at the same time. Like an army of thousands of horses, he rolled up after him, carrying the coercion that made the sky tremble.

Bang!

Wrapped in thunder and flames, a palm as heavy as a mountain was once again held together with the sword light.

When the fist slammed into the sword light, the star energy surged in Lei Ying's body, pouring into it like a river. Only a loud noise was heard, the sword light spread out like snowflakes, and the electric light in the sword light collapsed at the same time.

One palm smashed the opponent's sword move, and Ye Ziling's tall body floated into the snow like a piece of paper.

Or to be more precise, it's Xue Yaohua.

It seems to be as soft as snow, but not a single flower is condensed with the mighty power of thunder, lingering with the lingering sword intent.

Whoosh!

With one blow, the opponent was knocked back, and Lei Ying's body rushed into the snow like lightning. In this heavy snow, a shadow is like an electric light, flickering in it.

laugh! laugh!

When the figure flickered, the electric light remaining in the void kept making sounds.

Lei Ying's face was unprecedentedly gloomy. He didn't know how many times he shattered the opponent's sword move. But the other party didn't fight him at all. After a blow, it immediately dissipated in the vast snow.

It was some kind of Holy Spirit-level movement technique of the Xue Yao family, called Divine Light and Thunder Shadow Art, which was not difficult to deal with on weekdays.

But once the bloodline of the Xue Yao family is bloomed and the vision of endless snow is derived, it is extremely difficult to find the opponent hidden in the purple snow flowers flying all over the sky.

This is because the realm of the other party is too low. If the cultivation base is improved, it will be elusive.

If you are not careful, you will be trapped in it, in a dilemma, and you will fall immediately if you are not careful.

That is why Lei Ying relied on his own heritage to rampage in this vision, desperately looking for the other party's figure.

call out!

Lei Ying's eyes swept away, and in a snowstorm, he saw Ye Ziling, who was independent in the world, with blue silk like waterfalls, a purple skirt, and an independent body. Her fair-skinned jade hand held a sharp sword with cold light, and the blade was lingering with dazzling electric light and chills.

At this moment, her frosty cheeks were pale as never before.

The blood stains on the corners of her mouth had already dried up, like a plum blossom reflected in the vast snow, embellishing her pale face.

No matter who it is, it can be easily seen that her current state is extremely bad. Only the burning snowy flowers in the eyes are still shining and dazzling.

Flashing sharp edge, and arrogant.

"Ye Ziling? Since you have the blood of the Xueyao family, why do you have to work so hard for a Floating Cloud Sword Sect? This world is so big, where can you go? Why do you want to die for a few cats and dogs?"

Lei Ying stared at Ye Ziling indifferently, the black and white face towel gave off a sneer.

"You haven't won yet!"

Ye Ziling raised her head, her cold and charming face showed indifference.

It's just that the blood on the corner of the mouth is quite eye-catching in the boundless snow, cold and charming.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Lei Ying was stunned for a moment, smiled strangely, and said lightly: "You know very well, if I really want to do it, you will definitely lose. I just don't want to kill you, and completely offend the Floating Cloud Sword Sect and the Xue Yao family. That's it."

"No, you are injured, and you are seriously injured."

Ye Ziling looked at him indifferently, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the expressions under the black and white veil of the other party, she said ruthlessly and cruelly: "You can kill two divine pills, it has something to do with the cloak on your body. Elder, even if it’s the venerable Little Divine Core Realm, it’s definitely not something you can easily kill.”

"you!"

It can be clearly felt that Lei Ying's body is shaking slightly, and the terrifying killing intent is spreading wildly on him. That black and white face towel that changes like ink, a rare blank, what expression.

"Devil disciples seem to be moody and ruthless, but they are not stupid. You kill Qin Feng, you just want to shock others. You can deceive those evil cultivators, but you can't deceive me..."

The purple Xue Yaohua kept flying, Ye Ziling said indifferently: "You dare to betray the super sect of the magic way, how can you really be afraid of the Xue Yao family and the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, others will, you won't... you If you want to sacrifice astrology, I am afraid that you have to pay a very high price."

Ye Ziling's words were like the snow in the sky, causing Xiao Kun and many other evil cultivators to sweat coldly on their backs.

All eyes turned to Lei Ying involuntarily, is this true?

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really underestimate you!"

Lei Ying's black and white face towel showed a strange smile, but his voice was extremely cold: "Ye Ziling, you are really not afraid of death!"

boom!

The moment the voice fell, a picture scroll bloomed behind Lei Ying, and then slowly unfolded.

Boom!

An ancient monster was engraved on the picture scroll. When the picture scroll was fully unfolded, the monster jumped out of the picture, and countless black stars bloomed.

It was a black magic eagle, made of thunder and flames, and its body was like steel with a metallic luster.

A terrifying magic light burst forth from Lei Ying's body, and at this moment, he was like a devil who came out of purgatory.

Weird laughter came from his mouth. Instead of capturing Ye Ziling's figure in the snow, he slapped it with a palm.

boom!

Under the surge of magic light, the majestic Xingyuan immediately transformed into a majestic giant hand that was close to several hundred meters, and slammed the sky full of snow and nine green luans.

The giant palm covered the sky and the sun, and even the void was shot to burst, and countless cracks were born.

This time, he did not have the slightest leeway to sacrifice the stars, and the cultivation of the half-step Shendan realm was no longer reserved.

He directly used his strength to break the skill and crushed the past ruthlessly.

click! click! click! click!

The snowflakes in the sky shattered one after another, and the nine green luans changed back and forth, evolving into a vast and boundless sword. But under this giant hand, there is still not much resistance, and it gradually collapses.

Bang!

When the black ghost swooped down, all the swords fell apart and dissipated in the sky and the earth in an instant.

Pfft!

The vast wind and snow dissipated, and Ye Ziling's body was photographed directly like a thin piece of paper. She knelt down on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood, her pale cheeks like flowers that were about to wither.

terrible……

Even if the other party is severely injured, this gap is still not something she can resist.

Her consciousness was blurred by this blow.

call! call!

Lei Ying kicked his breath, he was wearing a sackcloth, and blood was dripping from his sleeves.

This blow, destroying the sky and destroying the earth, showed invincible prestige.

Xiao Kun and the other evil cultivators were all shocked, their faces were extremely nervous, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Lei Ying glanced at Ye Ziling, the face scarf that changed from black and white to a terrifying and sinister color.

"You want to die? But I don't want to fulfill you. I let you know that there are many things in this world that are more terrible than death. Capture her and keep her alive. I will sell her to the Demon Realm and let her know what is real despair!"

Obviously, Lei Ying paid a huge price for the blow just now, and the anger in his heart reached its limit.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Xiao Kun was stunned for a moment, then woke up with a start, and quickly nodded to greet the other evil cultivators to approach Ye Ziling.

Ye Ziling's vision was blurred, and he sensed that someone was approaching, but the right hand holding the sword was weak. In the previous battle with Lei Ying, she suffered serious injuries, and the last blow completely hit her hard.

Not to mention resisting these people right now, even suicide can't be done.

But just when her consciousness was about to be completely blurred, there was a sudden sound of Xiao sound from a distance.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of Xiao is like the roar of a dragon, containing unprecedented anger and fury. In this vast world, he plays extremely domineering music.

One sword slashed the clouds, and one sword broke through the nine heavens.

One sword will destroy the eight wastes, and one sword will flatten the four seas.

Nine days of floating clouds, eight deserts and four seas!

Lin Yun used the voice of a prince to combine the sword intent of the sky, and used the purple jade bamboo flute to play the most domineering flute sound he could show.

boom! boom! boom!

The evil cultivators who were close to Ye Ziling, one after another, were blasted to pieces under the sound of Xiao sound. One by one, the headless bodies slammed down, and the heads bloomed in a cold blood mist under the sound of Xiao.

Bang!

Xiao Kun tried his best to break free from the storm of sword intent, shattering many sound waves with one punch, and he was barely able to stand still after taking a few steps back.

"who?"

The only answer that can be answered is the cold and ruthless Xiao Yin, the half-step fourth-rank sword intent, under the urging of Xiao Yin, was multiplied.

It turned into a blue dragon lingering with majestic wind and thunder, with dazzling sword light blooming in its eyes, this blue dragon pierced through the void with the high-pitched Xiao sound, and slammed into Xiao Kun in an instant.

Pfft!

He was covered in bruises and bruises, spit out a mouthful of blood, and rolled several times without getting up after landing.

Xiao Kun lay on the ground and looked up, and saw a figure slowly falling from the sky. Wearing a silver shirt, holding a jade flute, with a mask on his face, silver hair reaching his waist, and carrying a silver sword box on his back.

A touch of silver radiance bloomed all over his body, like a layer of moonlight, and he was like a silver moon descending on the world.

"Funing Playboy, he, why is he here..."

Ye Ziling's vision was blurry, and she could only see a hazy figure, but she was all too familiar with that Xiao Yin.

There are so many people who are good at the flute in the world, but after all, there is only one person who can bury the playboy, and there is only one person who can have such a style. She tried hard to open her eyes, but she couldn't do it anyway. She was angry and anxious, and she only felt that the vitality was fading away.

I'm about to die... Ye Ziling's thoughts are hazy, there is no pain or remorse, only infinite sadness condenses into bitter flowers in his eyes. In the black fog condensed by death, there is a faint silver light, but my eyes can no longer see the world, only the flowers are withering and withering.