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The empty void was completely shrouded by the sudden outbreak of sword like storm, and became haze in an instant. There is still a bloody blade galloping toward the storm in the sky's shrill sound. Sisma didn't pay attention to the scream in his mind. Instead, he grasped the long knife in his hand and gave birth to the extreme edge. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the salty blood that surged up his throat. Holding a knife, he broke into Hongling's sword storm.

The long sword sings high, and there are wisps of blood light flashing in the storm, which makes people confused. However, the sound of the sword could not cover the roar of the sword, but it was silent in an instant. Hongling folded his hands and quickly played the mysterious sword formula in the void. For a moment, people only heard the vague sound of cloth tearing, and they were soon awakened by the tragic sound.

Whoa! The last wisp of sword disappeared with the wind and turned into a cyclone, rolling out a blade of grass several days later. Sisma's hysterical roar finally disappeared with the sound of the sword. Bang! He fell heavily from the void, not even the corner of Hongling's clothes.

This is the peerless evil spirit of the grassland King court. At this time, his face was in a state of confusion and he was leaning on his sword and kneeling half in the crater he had smashed. His body has been cut out countless deep visible bone wounds, the horror is that these wounds, at the moment, a strong sense of sword. As long as he dares to mobilize his true Qi to disperse it, then his flesh and blood will be cut off by the explosion of the sword.

Sisma slowly gathered up the power of the sword in her hand, and looked at the instrument of destiny which had been full of cracks. Such a powerful magic weapon of ghost fairyland could not compete with the long sword of Hongling, the incomparable son of the world. This made him feel frustrated. Although he was not born as a son in white before his eyes, he thought that he was gifted and didn't pay much attention to this son of the royal family of big Chu.

It is a pity that the tragic reality that followed gave him a loud slap in the face. After all, he was not as good as the young man in white. He was completely defeated by sisma, whether he was born or gifted. Today, he is completely arrogant, just thinking about how to live.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa! Moller stood in front of the four prairie friars, clapping gently, with a trace of admiration on his face. Even he had to admit that Hongling, the matchless son of the great Chu Kingdom, was really terrible. In any aspect, no one can compare with him and the friars of grassland royal court led by him.

"He is worthy of being the only son of Hou, the champion of the great Chu Kingdom. His highness Hongling, the incomparable son of the world, is really eye opening!" Moller did not seem to care about siser's life and death, but looked at Hong Ling with great interest, his eyes full of admiration.

Hongling ignored Moller's words. He recalled the ten swords swimming in the void and held them together. Then, the boy dragged his sword and walked towards sisma in the distance step by step. His clothes and robes were hunting in the wind, and his eyes under the bangs had a chill.

Moller looked at the matchless son who was dragging the sword, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He put down his body and talked to the man, but the other side was cold faced and did not look at him. As a result, his highness, the prince of the grassland royal court, felt embarrassed. He opened his bow at will, coagulated the arrow with his own law, and shot several feather arrows towards Hongling.

Bang bang bang! The dull sound of the strings makes the mind tremble. The whistling feather arrow cuts through the sky and takes Hong Ling's shoulders and throat. They are so powerful that they bring a ripple of law in the void. Moller's mouth slightly cocked, it seems to have been able to foresee the peerless son's angry appearance.

However, before his arrow hit the white boy, the whole body of the matchless son suddenly rippled a layer of time and space ripples. The vast laws of time and space, into bursts of dense rule streamer, this piece of void completely locked. A few feather arrows just plunge into it, and it is like sinking into a mire and standing still.

People watched helplessly as the son in white ignored the influence of the laws of time and space and stepped into the crater where sisma was. He slowly raised the sword in his hand and put it against the throat of Tianjiao, the king of the grassland. He looked very calm.

"Now, tell me, why did you chase and kill my brother Hongyuan?" His tone is very cold, with a trace of irrefutable authority. Sisma just hesitated, instantly was stabbed by the tip of the sword throat skin, the wound exposed pink polyps.

"The friars of the royal family of the great Chu are the cancer in the ancient battlefield, and naturally everyone will be killed. When Hong Yuan meets Tianjiao in the golden tent of our grassland king, we will naturally pursue her Sisma bit her teeth and said to Hong Ling angrily. However, as soon as his words fell, a trace of sword spirit suddenly appeared on the sword in the young man's hand, which resonated with the dormant sword spirit in his wound.

Chuckle! Sisma's body was instantly woken up by the sword idea, and he couldn't help screaming. Hongling ignored the struggling and roaring grassland Tianjiao, but slowly got up and kicked off the bloody knife he was holding in his hand. Bang! As the sword fell into the distance, the monk of the king's gold tent fell directly to the ground.

"Don't challenge my patience. You are not the only one here. What's more, it's not just your monks on the grassland! " Hong Ling looked at him coldly, and the sword in his hand once again poured out a trace of sword meaning.Poof! Sisma vomited blood directly, and her internal organs were suffering greatly at the moment. The matchless son of the world even crossed his body directly with his divine sense, and aroused the sword meaning in his viscera. In this way, his internal organs at this time in the burst out of the sword, bearing the pain of thousands of cuts.

"Half a year ago, Tianjiao of Sima family in the fairyland joined forces such as Weiyang palace, tianjianmen, Beiming Shangjia and Wanshou Palace to fight against ten peerless Tianjiao and the woman named Bai su. Their purpose is to make use of the fragments of sanhuangwen in the hands of these eleven people. The monk of the golden tent of the grassland King met Hong Yuan a few days ago, so he tried to kill him! "

It was not sisma who spoke, but Moller of the court of the golden tent. At this time, he looked at Hong Ling with a smile on his face and asked, "Your Highness, I have finished speaking for my subordinate. I don't know if you can lift your hand and let him die! "

Hum! A sword light flashed by, and immediately a big head rose into the sky. The smell of blood filled the void in an instant, making the five prairie Wang court monks face cold. They took a breath as they watched sisma's head fall to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I can't!" Hong Ling bent his fingers and flicked on the sad sword. Ding! The sound of metal chattering rippled around, giving birth to a huge sword in the void. However, sismana's head, which was originally widened with eyes, was still unwilling to accept it. In an instant, there was a huge sword on it to revive.

Boom! Wet head, with the broken body in the crater exploded into a blood mist. Seeing the blood mist, she was about to wet her white robe, and Hung Ling stretched out her left hand towards the front. A transparent ripple rippled around from his fingertips, which once again aroused the power of the laws of space and time in the void.

The strange blood like a layer of blood mist stayed around him. The young man waved his sleeves to Moller, who was gloomy in the distance. Whoa! A strong wind gushed out of his embroidered robe and rolled all the blood towards the five monks. The originally seemingly harmless blood fog of human and animal turned into a terrible blood storm in an instant under his blessing of Qi.

"No, this matchless son of a generation is so strong that he can arouse such a strong spiritual power between every move! All of you, give me shelter from this storm! " At this time, Moller's pupils suddenly locked, and some of them were shocked to see the rolling blood.

He once again opened his bow and arrow. In an instant, he did not know how many law feather arrows he had shot. However, when the arrows did not enter the bloody storm, there was no sound. But the opposite matchless son of the world, at the moment is quietly looking at him, eyes coagulated with a trace of irony.

Moller watched the young man in white bend his fingers and shoot at the bloody storm. In an instant, the air in front of him was hit by a sudden burst of air force. Bang! A violent explosion suddenly sounded in the bloody storm, and immediately there was a shrill sound.

Boom! The bloody storm finally hit the barrier opened by the friars of the Royal Court of the five grasslands and broke out with incomparable terror. But the grassland prince who had been exposed to the blood mist suddenly changed his face. At the same time, he pulled two friars and took them as meat shields across his chest.

Chuckle! Countless arrows suddenly emerged from the blood mist and suddenly penetrated the flesh of the two monks. They were like punctured water sacs, and their wet blood was directly exploded. As he retreated, Moller quickly drew up his bow. He quickly summoned a wheel axe and hurled several fierce arc-shaped force at the two subordinates who had been shot into a sieve by the feather arrow.

Boom! The bodies of the two friars were directly crushed by the feather arrow and the Qi force, and the bones of the two monks disappeared instantly. Moller sidestepped a feather arrow, allowing it to draw a shallow bloodstain on his face. He stares at the matchless son opposite the storm, his eyes are full of panic, like a frightened beast.

This originally proud and incomparable grassland prince, at the moment, his throat constantly issued a deep snore, and his whole body was trembling. The incomparable son of heaven bent his fingers and ejected his Qi force so terrifying that he could easily bounce his arrow back again. Moreover, these feather arrows are more powerful than ever before under the blessing of this man's Qi. Such a person, really is the horror monster that Moller has never met!

"Your Highness, we both stopped this man. Please leave here alive and find Tianjiao of other forces, and let them take revenge for the grassland warriors who died! " The other two Wang Ting friars, who have not yet fallen down, quickly cross body block in front of Moller at the moment, and their tone is very trembling.

Their bodies have been blasted and pierced with innumerable bloodstains. If it had not been for Moller and the other two friars who had attracted most of the sharp arrows, they would have died. But now, the matchless son on the opposite side is still undamaged. Before they even met the man's coat, half of the six monks on the grassland had fallen.

"Escape, can you really escape alive?" Moller thought, turning involuntarily towards the distant mountains. He couldn't think about anything else. He had to run away.

"Please run away alive, for the glory of the grassland! You damned Royal friar A monk on the grassland was laughing bitterly.www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!