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In the open area, Tianjiao of the two grasslands looks at Moller, which is gradually disappearing in the distant mountains, and his eyes gradually coagulate a trace of firm will to die. They turned around and looked at the matchless son who was walking slowly with his sword, and his body was filled with rage again.

"If you bet on the honor of a monk in the golden tent of the grassland King's court, we will never let you pass, except for the dead!" The countless ferocious wounds on the two people cracked again under the drum of their own Qi. The thick and hot blood gushed from these terrible wounds and soaked their robes.

Hong Ling could not help frowning at the smell of blood. These two monks in the golden tent of the grassland king are really stubborn enough to even die and are unwilling to give way to a road. He looked at Moller, who was disappearing, and his face was full of murderous intent.

Boom! The huge Qi machine gushed out from his whole body, just like the tide of the sea, rippling around him. The youth thought move, in the hand long sword above slowly congealed a layer of dense dark gold streamer. Hum! In his hands, the God of sorrow changed into two and was held by his hands at the same time.

"If you don't want to get out of the way, then die! I respect your honor, so I'm willing to give you a good time He had two swords in his hand, and his true Qi kept circulating in the circuit between the nine turn Xuangong and the tyrant God. The resplendent sword awn slowly spreads from the sword case to the sword tip, lighting up the exquisite lines on the God of sorrow.

Bang! The young man bent his knees and started to step on the earth, and the man burst forward. Two long swords in his left and right hand draw two dazzling sword rainbow, wisps of sword will tear the air, so that his body is not hindered. Seeing the two monks on the opposite side raised their machetes in their hands, the corners of his mouth slightly tilted.

Hiss! The long sword of the right hand was first cut out of the air and cut towards the throat of the first friar. The fierce sword, even in the void with a violent wind.

Tianjiao of the two grasslands sensed the strong wind from the impact, and carefully sensed the bright sword after the strong wind, and immediately his face changed. Having no time to think about it, the friar who is facing the sword with his right hand goes up to the shed one by one. When he Shousheng, he blocks Hongling's right sword. At the moment, he was shaken back by the fury of the sword, pedaling on the ground and retreating several steps.

Hum! Another sword chant sounded, and Hong Ling's left long sword replaced the right sword which had been taken back, and then cut it out horizontally. At this time, he only used the same level of strength as the two monks, but only in this way, Tianjiao, the two grasslands opposite him, could not bear his violent attack.

This unparalleled son of the world, both left and right swords attack at the same time, and every trace of Qi in his body is given full play to by him. That kind of precise Qi mobilization talent, neither more than one point, but also a little bit. And these forces, which are close to demons, played a very terrible power in this fight between life and death.

The two monks never thought that the matchless son would be so terrible after using his two handed sword technique. This guy is a terrible monster who can control the sword with both hands. When facing his skill of controlling the sword with both hands, they seem to be facing two peerless experts without any flaw. The fierce attack, like a storm, almost sank their hearts to the bottom of the valley.

When they fight with the matchless son of the world, they can only rely on their intuition to capture the flow track of his sword movement and judge his next attack. However, such intuition, in the beginning of the game will have a bit of accuracy. But with the passage of time, they have been unable to capture this man's sword trajectory.

In front of this young man in white, his two handed swordsmanship has become more and more terrible with the passage of time. In other words, he is recovering the power of this double handed sword control technique. The bright sword light, like a pouring shower, is constantly shrouded in the two kings' gold curtains. The scarlet blood flower, unceasingly in two person's wound body again blooms, with the sharp blade cuts the cloth silk's flesh and blood indistinct sound.

At this time, the two monks still gritted their teeth and tried to support them. The machetes in their hands danced faster and faster. Like the moon, the sword Qi condenses into two falling metal lotus flowers, which are swaying in the fierce wind and rain interwoven by the twin swords of the matchless son. Their heart's death will let them burst out a far more violent power than before, and even the true Qi in their bodies was burning fast at this time.

"I don't believe that we have burned the power of life and cultivation, but we can't compete with this person!" A prairie friar was biting his teeth. His mind was full of crazy ideas, trying to break through Hongling's sword. However, no matter how they struggle, the twin swords of Wushuang Shizi are still like solid barriers that can not be shaken.

Keng! The sound of metal collision of swords and swords is constantly ringing, which makes people tremble. The two monks constantly rush to attack, but find that they can't hurt the matchless son in any case. He didn't even move a minute. He just stood there and handed out his swords with his hands crossed. But the fierce attack that followed made it hard for the two monks to resist.

Hiss! As soon as a monk was distracted, his left arm was cut off by Hongling. Bang! The broken arm with blood fell to the ground, and was immediately crushed by the afterwave of the fight between the two sides. At the moment, the monk with broken arm screamed bitterly, continued to gnash his teeth, waved his machete in his hand, and suddenly blocked Hongling's left sword.

"Take advantage of the present, go quickly, we must protect his highness Moller and find others alive!" This man madly infuses his own Qi into the long sword, but in a short time with his own strength, he completely fetters Hongling's long sword. Poof! He spat out a mouthful of blood. Obviously, forcing such a powerful Qi machine, his broken body could not bear the operation of these forces.Bang! That mouth was suddenly spit out by the broken arm friar, and suddenly burned in the void. He and another companion had already burned their own life and cultivation, so that the blood was still burning even in vitro. He stares at the matchless son on the opposite side, his face slowly coagulates a trace of ferocious smile.

Hiss! A burst of sound of torn cloth and silk was heard from the broken arm Friar's body, and a bloody flame gushed from his wound. Hongling gazed at the monk's body torn apart by the fierce blood, and felt the power of the monstrous blood fire, and suddenly swept back.

Another prairie friar, who was soaked in blood, was also running away in the opposite direction to Hongling. For him, being able to survive is the best result. As for the companion who chose to blow himself up at this time, although he felt sad, he could not revenge himself. Such a monster as the matchless son of the world is not something he can fight against.

Boom! Between heaven and earth was suddenly shrouded by the huge explosion, and immediately there was a strong force sweeping around like a sea tide.

Hongling gazed at the surging blood wave, and a trace of dignified color flashed through her eyes. He quickly combined the long sword in his hand and wiped his left hand's finger on the blade. Hiss! Scarlet blood gushed from the belly of the finger. The young man pressed it on the sad God sword, and quickly wrote a series of mysterious incantations on the sword body, and immediately thrust the long sword into the ground under his feet.

Hum! A large bloody array spread out from his feet through his sword. Immediately, there are gorgeous lotus petals slowly generated from it, covering his body perfectly.

Whoa! The fierce spiritual storm soon submerged Hongling and the great array under his feet. However, the storm did not spread towards this area as the dead monk expected. It is now bound by a strong force, slowly into a huge cyclone, rotating into the eyes of the array.

The bright blood light gushed out from the big array, and slowly gathered into a bloody sword on the top of Hongling. That's the fury of the broken arm friar after he blew himself up. At the moment, this powerful force was devoured and refined by the youth in a great array of life, and condensed into this hundred Zhang sword in the void.

When the bloody storm subsided, the bloody sword, which was originally a hundred Zhang in size, had already soared to the size of a thousand Zhang. And standing in the big array of Hong Ling, at this time slowly inserted in the earth's sad God sword pulled out. He slowly raised the long sword and pointed to the sky, perfectly integrated with the bloody sword of thousands of feet in size.

The young man stares at another monk who has quit hundreds of feet away, and his eyes are full of cold. With her eyes closed, Hong Ling continuously infuses the vast divine consciousness in the divine court into the big array under her feet, and melts it rapidly. When the huge array completely melted into the blood mist, he suddenly opened his eyes and slowly raised his left hand in the air.

A strong Qi machine pulls the blood Qi and takes one of them up one by one, letting them slowly pour into the long sword in his hand along with Hongling's body. Under the control of his will, these gathered blood continued to interweave into a huge dragon and climbed up the sword.

Hong Ling looked at the prairie monk who was about to disappear in the distance, and her eyes suddenly locked. Immediately, he waved his sword hand and chopped down the mountain in front of him. Hum! Suddenly, there was a powerful sound of sword chanting in the void. The huge sword is drawn by the God of sorrow, and immediately falls towards the front.

Ang! The bloody dragon on top of the giant sword roared and merged with the majestic sword, and galloped away towards the mountains in the distance. That tyrannical force even brought a terrible sword storm in the void, plowing the earth into a deep ravine.

The grassland friar, who is running fast, is now suppressing his injury and is ready to rush into the mountains in front of him. Suddenly, he feels the fierce sword spirit coming from behind him. He suddenly turned around and stared at the bloody dragon.

"Can't escape?" The friar grinned bitterly, and his machete in his hand was once again filled with rage. He burned the long sword once more, leaving little vitality and Cultivation in his body, which gave birth to a very bright blade. Seeing that the Dao Qi was getting closer and closer, he stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "well, let me see how strong this sword of matchless sons is!"

The spiritual power between heaven and earth condensed into a strong tide around him, which enhanced the knife he tried to condense before he died to a terrible level. There were blue veins on the monk's face, and thick and hot blood slipped down on it. The bright red blood drop fell into the spiritual tide, and was instantly crushed into a wisp of blood mist, which was integrated into his Sabre Qi.

Hum! He suddenly threw out a huge arc-shaped Sabre Qi. The whole body was torn by the powerful force at this moment, and half knelt on the ground in an instant. Like a fountain of blood from his newborn wounds, his vision blurred. The sound of the wind is blowing in my ears, but the tide of spiritual power is rolled by the sword, and turns into a strong wind, which is pounding at the bloody sword.

Bang! Like the sound of broken glass. The machete on which the friar was leaning was instantly broken in the strong wind formed by the tide of spiritual power, and the sharp metal fragments were rolled and flew forward. Even his blood gushing out was like this, blending with the wind under the roar of the dragon.Boom! Suddenly, there was a violent sound between heaven and earth, and a violent wave swept around. The sword Qi thrown out by the gold tent monk of the grassland King's court could not even shake Hongling's sword spirit. As soon as they come into contact, the Dao Qi will be shaken off in an instant. The tyrannical force surged around, destroying everything that happened.

The original flat ground was cracked by the earthquake, and the hot magma was exposed. Countless crushed stones are rolled up by the air and collide into dust. At this time, a mountain with a height of thousands of feet in the distance is also constantly collapsing. This is just like the end of the day, so that the whole world is in a sad atmosphere.

The half kneeling friar raised his head hard at this time and looked at the bloody storm which came from the impact. In an instant, his pupil lost its focal length. After exhausting all his life and cultivation, he could not wait for the sword spirit to come to his body, and he was consumed by Hongling. He still underestimated that monster like matchless son, and overestimated himself.

Bang! The half kneeling corpse was torn into powder by the violent air wave, and turned into dust all over the sky with the wind, covering the collapsed mountain. The whole earth vibrates constantly, and it seems that there are huge beasts waking up under the ground. But in fact, this is just a different image caused by Hongling's sword.

With the sad sword in his body, Hongling slowly walked towards Liancheng moon. He paid no attention to the mountains that had collapsed into a pile of rubble after the dust had fallen away, nor the monk's life and death. There was nothing to attract his attention.

"Amitabha, good and good! It's a sin for your highness, Shizi, to be so murderous The boy was walking slowly, and suddenly a melodious Buddhist name came from his ear. Hong Ling turned slowly and looked at the figure slowly falling down in the void behind him.

The golden halo covered the man and dyed him into a dazzling golden man. The power of the law of destiny emerges from the void. The ancient Sanskrit chants the mysterious scriptures. Hongling felt that there was an inexplicable force that was trying to erode his body. He resolved the power with a shock of true Qi, "sin?" "When these people hurt my brother, did the master come out to recite the name of Buddha? Have you ever said a sin? "

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