Chapter 1351

He is really powerful. The genius of dilongzong, who can make a name on the Jianling stone, is two levels higher than ansudong. If ansudong had not mastered the thunder nine days and could avoid damage, he would have been killed by his opponent.

Rao is so, and ansudong is still struggling to cope.

"Today is your day of death!" Jia Ren laughs wildly, he wants to take the opportunity to kill an Sudong.

"It's better said than sung!" An Su Dong smiles lightly. Now he is just testing his physique to what extent, which does not fully reflect his fighting power.

"Don't worry, I will write this sentence on your tombstone, so that people all over the world know that you are such an idiot, and you will reply hard when you die!" Jia Ren laughs and the cold light of machete rises suddenly.

An Sudong can't help but be afraid. This machete can hurt his body, and then inject Jia Ren's powerful spiritual power, even the best precious gold can be torn open.

Without hesitation, an Sudong took out his Sansi sword and pointed to Jia Ren: "do you want to see how I kill you?"

"Array pattern?" Jia Ren looks at the sword and looks frightened.

It was just a broken sword, but its body was full of lines. He had never seen it before. It was really strange.

"It's your honor to die under this sword!" An Sudong killed with a sword. Before he had no sword in his hand, he couldn't maximize the power of the sword. But now it's different. The Sansi sword is made by shentie. With the evil spirit of twining patterns, the sword's destructive power is even stronger.

Brush! The sword is in full bloom, and its power seems to destroy the sky and the earth.

"Think I'm afraid of you?" Jia Ren cold hum, a fist, fist weathering awn, condensed into a black snake, toward ansu East.

Dong Dong, the pattern of Sansi sword is bright. It has only seven sword Qi, but it's terrible. It twists those big snakes into pieces.

Jia Ren's face is very blue. He knows the scar of the sword is severe, but he didn't expect it to reach such a level.

How can there be such a treasure in the world!

What an Sudong holds is not only a peerless sword, but also an array, peerless killing array. How can people crack it.

Jia Renqi's howl finally launched a big move, and the virtual shadow of the snake behind him disappeared in an instant and became an Emperor Dragon.

Such a transformation made him miserable, and his face was covered with blue blood vessels, which seemed to burst.

With a roar, the empty shadow of the imperial dragon behind him is calm and exudes the breath of ancient times.

At the time of Pangu's creation, an Emperor Dragon emerged from a stone crevice. It held its head high, had no facial features, was dark red, and had obvious limb segments. Its whole body was covered with greasy liquid, which was extremely disgusting.

"Go to hell!" Jia Ren points to an Sudong, and the Emperor Dragon pounces on him immediately.

How fast!

This is a virtual shadow. Naturally, it can't be compared with the real object. In the blink of an eye, he came to an Sudong and bit him on the shoulder.

Because he is not an entity, and can not cause substantial harm.

Jia Ren laughed: "ha ha, an Sudong, you are dead."

He had no blood on his face, but a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This is his last big move. It stimulates the blood and spiritual power. Because his Emperor Dragon's blood is not pure, this move almost consumes half of his life.

But it doesn't matter. Although it's just a virtual shadow, it doesn't hurt the body, but it's dedicated to devouring the soul.

Just now, the spirit of an Sudong should have been engulfed by the Emperor Dragon. Even if it hasn't completely dissipated, how much strength is there to talk about.

He mustered up his last strength to kill an Sudong. This time, he wanted to kill an Sudong completely.

When his strength burst out, he rushed out like an arrow, and instantly killed an Sudong, with a machete in his hand close to his neck.

Can an Su Dong still carry it?

go to hell!

The fist blows up, the machete sends out cold air, and Jia Ren's mouth shows a bloodthirsty smile. If this fist goes on, the pride of the past and the present will completely become the past.

He got more excited at the thought.

"Master!"

"An Su Dong!" People exclaimed, why didn't an Sudong fight back.

Whew, at this time, an Sudong suddenly sneered, his figure flashed, and miraculously avoided the blow.

It's impossible, it's impossible!

The smile on Jia Ren's face disappeared immediately. Before he could recover, a sword flashed over and came to his heart.

He never thought that an Sudong could fight back. The big move just now had exhausted all his strength. He couldn't avoid this sword.

Poof!

The body of the sword passed through his heart, and his whole body flew out, his heart bleeding.

"How can it be, your spirit..." Jia Ren asked with a puzzled heart.

Before the Emperor Dragon attack, he was really affected, but with a slight shock of Sansi sword, he immediately dispelled the discomfort in his body, so he simply came to a move to plan.

Jia Renqi wants to eat people, but this is his last card. It's with this that he came to the 57th place of jianlingshi, but it seems that it has no effect on Shangan Sudong.

Is that the difference between number one and number 57?

"Wow When the pain came, he vomited blood. First, he was impatient to attack his heart. Second, the damage of the sword was too high. The sword turned into countless air currents in his body, which made him feel miserable and bleeding from his seven orifices.

He hates, he hates himself too much.

He thought he could kill an Sudong in one fell swoop, but he was defeated in public, and he was defeated by the superior. How could he be embarrassed.

An Sudong killed again with his sword. This kind of scum doesn't deserve to live in the world.

Jia Ren quickly retreats. He doesn't want to die in the hands of an Sudong. He just waits for him to recover his injury, and he will be able to turn over.

But a few steps back, this small action let his heart gush blood again, he almost did not fall, his face is more and more pale.

Unfortunately, an Sudong didn't intend to let him go.

An Su Dong chased after him with a sword, and ended the war cleanly.

Jia Ren is angry in his eyes. He is so conceited that he didn't wear a life-saving treasure this time.

He doesn't want to die. He wants to live. Only by living can he forget today's shame.

As an Su Dong was about to exert himself, a withered and yellow hand suddenly stretched out, two fingers holding a sharp blade, but the sword could not drop any more.

An old man in a black robe suddenly appeared, thin and weak, but it seemed that there was a volcano in his body, which could erupt at any time.

He looked at an Sudong with a smile: "young man, you don't have to be so vicious. Everything is on the line. We'll see each other in the future."

An Sudong took up the sword, and the old man took up his hand, carrying Jia Ren.

"Master!" Jia Ren was pleasantly surprised. This time, it was a near death.

This old man was named heipao and Chongyang. He was a strong man of dilongzong, and was the cultivation of zhenxianqi.

"When you go out in the future, remember to take the talisman that the patriarch gave you. Don't be conceited." The black robe said solemnly with a smile.