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"You want to kill?" Gongsunyu's eyes were fixed, staring at Hong Ling, who was fighting with the two spears. His eyes were full of disdain. "It's better to break my two runes first. I'm not sure. You'll die later."

"To die or not to die, it is not up to you, but to me!" On the spear in Hong Ling's hand, a powerful air force suddenly erupted. With the help of Ba Shen Jue and Dou Zhan Shen Jue, the heaven and earth spirit power absorbed by jiuzhuanxuangong can already support the powerful power of Yan Huang emperor mirror.

At this time, his whole body was shrouded in the powerful thunder and fire of the end of heaven, shaking the void into cracks. The mask on the youth's face constantly releases the horror of killing. It was his angry mind at this time. After entering the holy land, his mind could already affect the heaven and earth covered by his own divine consciousness.

Boom, the young man smashed a spear with one shot, stretched out his hand, and seized the second one. His palm Qi slightly vomited, bang, the whole spear directly into powder. Gongsun Yu saw that he smashed two spears so easily that his pupil was frozen. How strong is the strength of this holy land friar who can smash the spear that has reached the fourth hijacking holy land?

Hong Ling didn't pay attention to gongsunyu. He didn't believe that gongsunyu had other Fu Bao that he didn't use. Such a treasure, each of them, is of great value. Moreover, it is in the dead sea where there is a shortage of materials. What he needs to watch out for now is gongsunyu's dying struggle.

A master of the third hijacking holy land, once fighting with his life, is afraid to bring huge trouble. However, Hongling is no longer a rookie in the past. He has grown up to be a powerful friar. With the blessing of Emperor Yan Huang's mirror, his power is more powerful and has become a saint.

Although gongsunyu was the strongman of the third heist, he still did not pose a great challenge to Hongling. At least, there is no life and death crisis. The sad sword on the sky was still pouring countless sword Qi, which completely sealed Gongsun Yu's whole body space. However, the strongman of the holy land still unyielding to defeat these terrible sword spirit.

Hong Ling's figure flashed and disappeared between heaven and earth. Hum, a piercing sound of guns, ring through the whole world. The tip of a gun, sticking out of the empty air, took Gongsun Yu's back heart. This is just a blow between the electric light and flint, so fast that even Gongsun Yu can't predict it.

However, after all, he was a saint who had experienced thousands of battles, and he did not know how many times he wandered on the edge of life and death. He reversed the machete, horizontal in the back of the heart, can withstand Hongling this powerful shot.

Bang, the powerful man of holy land, was shaken out in an instant by the terrifying power contained in the overlord gun. Like a meteorite, he fell from the sky and smashed into the bottom of the dead sea. The earth was suddenly smashed out of a huge hole, unfathomable.

Hongling seized the opportunity in an instant, seized it and threw it away. Hum, sad God fell down from the air. One handle after another, just like a God's front falling from the sky river. This is an indescribable force, enough to open the sky and split the earth, enough to bury the heroes of all ages. This is the most powerful power of the saints, the power of transcendence.

Drink! A roar sounded at the bottom of the pit, and the whole ground suddenly raised a huge arc. A powerful and incomparable Saint Qi machine permeates every crack in the earth. All the boulders, as well as the hardened earth, were slowly absorbed into the air by a powerful force. A series of violent blood evil spirit, along with these huge stones and earth blocks rise.

It was gongsunyu who was in great distress at this time. He was now in rags, with countless sword marks all over his body. The dark red blood of the Holy One flowed slowly from his wound. His hair was messy and his face was covered with frost.

A rage to the extreme of killing, from his body diffuse. Everyone felt the anger of the master of Yunxing Pavilion, which was accompanied by humiliation and unwilling anger. It was a kind of awe and awe from the soul, and the fear of wearing white clothes on the sky.

All of us can feel Gongsun Yu's ferocity and his deep intention to kill. However, how about that? Since you want to kill people, you should be aware of death. Hong Ling has never been a good man. Since gongsunyu wants to get rid of the situation, he will never avoid it.

Hongling put away the overlord gun, and with a move, the huge hole flew out of the light. They twinkle, in the hands of the youth like wind and snow gathered together, condensed into a dark golden God of sorrow. The young man flicks his fingers gently on the sword, and a pleasant metal hum comes out far away.

The machete in gongsunyu's hand is also a powerful celestial level magic weapon. However, at this time, there was a small hole on the magic weapon. It was broken down by the overlord gun. At this time, there were white cracks around the hole. I'm afraid this magic weapon will be abandoned after the war. This makes the new Cloud Star attic master very angry. As soon as the strongman of holy land comes up, he destroys his magic weapon. It's really arrogant.

Without waiting for him to make the next attack, Hong Ling flashed and rose to the sky. Above the God of sorrow, there is a strong layer of thunder and fire. Countless swords are intended to crisscross it. The nine turn Xuangong in Hongling's body and the sword spirit's moving track of the sad God's sword spirit echo each other, releasing a huge Qi machine. At this time, he promoted his accomplishments to the extreme and wanted to compete with gongsunyu.As for him, as long as he kills gongsunyu, the rest will be simple. It was just aroye, who robbed the holy land. He did not pay attention to it. Boom, Hong Ling left a shadow of sword Qi on the sky. These burning sword Qi, quietly suspended, contains a huge air engine. The long sword in Hong Ling's hand reverses and stabs down again.

His body turned over in the air and fell down in an instant, along with a lot of sword Qi. Their target was gongsunyu, who was standing in the air and glared up at the sky. This ragged Cloud Star Pavilion master, at this time, although the Qi machine has become a lot of chaos, but still incomparably violent. As soon as his long knife was horizontal, all the Qi in his body was bubbling into the blade.

"Coagulation and inflammation breaking method. Give it to me Hung Ling fell from the air, the idea moved, using the original acquired martial arts.

The spiritual power between heaven and earth is constantly converging into the youth's sword. Under the guidance of his divine sense, those sword Qi left by him in the air rushed into it, and enhanced the power of this blow to the extreme. Hongling's long sword stabbed fiercely, and the bright sword light of hundred Zhang's size dropped off and fell towards gongsunyu below. This is a powerful sword that is hard to contend with, and has the power to create the world.

Gongsun Yu's face turned pale for a moment. He really couldn't understand how the powerful man in the holy land could use such a terrible sword. The power of this sword is far beyond the scope of the third robbery in heaven and man's holy land. It is not what Gongsun Yu can resist.

However, even if he can't stop it, he has to. This is a matter of life and death. Once he let the sword hit him directly, even if he was a holy land of heaven and man, he would die.

"If you want me to die, you have to see if you have that ability!" Gongsunyu angrily throws out countless terrible swords, intending to intercept Hongling's terrifying sword. However, these Dao awns, in front of Hongling's amazing sword, are basically Mantis. Bang, bang, bang, countless knives were smashed directly, and Gongsun Yu was completely enveloped by that penetrating sword spirit.

Boom, between heaven and earth, rippling open a huge noise. The sword spirit broke Gongsun Yu's body protecting Qi and drove him to the ground.

A strong sword like storm formed on the ground, blocking out the sky and the sun. All the pieces of metal were flying up and down in that storm. The violent shock wave swept around. Innumerable coral reefs collapse in an instant. Even the people watching the war had to flee quickly at this time.

The strength of the strongmen of the holy land, even if only a trace of it, is not comparable to them. People can vaguely see that the center of the storm, dressed in white, stood quietly in the air. It was Hongling. At this time, he looked at gongsunyu, who was spitting blood at the bottom of the storm, and his indifference in his eyes became more solid.

Gongsunyu, who has suffered such a terrible blow, is still alive. He is really strong. However, for Hong Ling, even if he is not dead, there is no big threat. The young master of Yunxing Pavilion, whose whole body was broken, was captured by him and slowly rose into the air.

He took the hand of the sad sword and swung it gently. Hum, the God of sorrow flies out in an instant, splitting and illusory. Puff, the sound of flesh and blood reverberates between heaven and earth. A dull hum came from the storm. Many friars of Yunxing Pavilion can feel that this is the voice of their pavilion master's suffering to the extreme.

As the storm gradually subsided, people saw a scene of great shock. Gongsunyu, the master of Yunxing Pavilion, was nailed to his limbs, chest, Dantian and throat by ten long swords. He was like a broken corpse, quietly hanging in the air, drops of blood dripping from the top of the sword penetrating his body. He is not dead yet, but his holy land and strong Qi machine has disappeared.

"Master of the Pavilion!" The members of Yunxing Pavilion cried out with grief and indignation that gongsunyu is the only support of Yunxing Pavilion at present. Once Yunxing Pavilion loses the support of the strongman of holy land, then it will be faced with disaster. However, everyone knows that he is at the end of his rope.

Hong Ling was so cruel that he directly abolished Gongsun Yu's cultivation of Holy Land and locked his vitality with his sword. As a former strongman of holy land, Gongsun Yu will not die immediately, but he is not far away from death.

"Ah Gongsun Yu gushed a stream of scarlet blood from the corner of his mouth, and a fishy and salty blood filled the air between heaven and earth. At this time, the focal length of his eyes gradually dispersed, and his voice was incomparably weak: "who are you after all? You have such a powerful magic weapon!"

The powerful magic weapon gongsunyu refers to is not Hongling's Yan Huang emperor mirror, but the ten sad sword inserted in his body. These swords, like ten unfathomable black holes, are constantly absorbing his vitality. Even his cultivation of the holy land just now was a powerful magic weapon of heaven level, which was swallowed up.

He has never met such a strange and powerful magic weapon of heaven level. Even some terrible sacred vessels have no such ability. Devour the cultivation, vitality and even soul of the strong in the holy land. Such a powerful ability, even some legendary imperial vessels, can not do it at all. Who is the strongman in the holy land? His cultivation and the magic tools he uses are so terrible.

"Want to know?" Hong Ling sneered, "go to hell and ask!"

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