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Whoa! Gently blow the wind and snow in his palm towards the front, and Hongling turns to lock the pupil suddenly. The next moment, between the monks who were wet by raindrops, a cold air-conditioner suddenly emerged. Click! CLICK! A layer of ice quickly climbed up these people's robes, making them look surprised.

"No, this son can mobilize such a strong force of ice and snow law!" Some people try their best to push their own gas engine to resist the freezing of ice and snow.

However, the Qi engine on their body just rose and their body suddenly trembled. Those who had been trying to mobilize the strength, suddenly quickly silent down.

"How can this happen? My accomplishments can't be mobilized!" Some people carefully felt the fleeting real Qi, and their looks suddenly became awe inspiring.

"Those drips of rain, has a strong seal ability!" A destiny friar clenched his teeth and forced him to hold on, making his own Qi mechanism looming. He looked at some dark raindrops, his look became incomparably dignified, "these raindrops are the legendary 3000 weak water!"

"No way, 3000 weak waters. That's the legendary existence. Although it can seal the spiritual power of all things, how can a monk of the lower boundary understand such a profound water system law? "

Some people seem to be skeptical about this, but when they see that the power of the vast majority of people is beginning to be suppressed, they are more and more uncertain. Perhaps for other lower bound monks, it is very difficult to understand 3000 weak water. But this man, he is a matchless son!

"Don't you forget that this man is the son of the last saint of Beiming Shang family. That one, himself, has understood such power. Hongling, the matchless son of the world, will definitely feel more relaxed than others if he wants to understand such power! "

Hong Ling ignored these people's words and turned to several monks who had been completely frozen. He gathered a blade of wind and flung it forward. Hiss! The blade of the wind, which breaks through the sky, hides directly in the void. When it reappeared, it had already cut off the head of a friar.

"There are sixteen left!" Hongling watched the frozen headless corpse fall to the ground, bang into countless ice dregs, look still incomparable cold.

"Come on, let's work together to lead by 3000 weak water in our bodies." A friar in the realm of heaven's destiny was so anxious that he couldn't help shouting. However, in such a dangerous situation, who has the heart to save others?

"No need!" Hongling looked at him indifferently, and took a little photo towards the battlefield below, "since all of you are going to die, how can you struggle again, what's the use?"

Hum! A dull metal buzzing sound sounded, making the whole world suddenly rippling up a layer of white halo. A great force of the golden rule permeates the void. Immediately, someone saw countless swords, guns, swords and halberds rising from the battlefield.

Under the scouring of the rain, these weapons stained with blood and sand are now being washed away bit by bit. A series of mysterious white marks crisscross on it, which makes these ordinary weapons burst out with bright edge.

"The art of controlling the utensils in the air!" A celestial pride stares at the countless weapons whirring and trembling in the rain curtain. People have been hit and lost.

There are too many means of matchless sons. Moreover, his every move, there is a strong force of law in the outbreak of terrorist attacks. They are tired of coping with the offensive that they want. Why are such monsters their enemies?

Click! With a snap of fingers, Hong Ling's mouth slightly tilted. At the next moment, the blade of the sky was shrouded in the direction of the remaining 16 friars of Tianming empire. And his figure is also a flash in the void, people have disappeared in place.

"All set up the array for defense. Don't deal with this person alone!" One of the most powerful friars in Tianming emperor's realm suddenly opened the barrier and shrouded all the people around him.

The other monks who had broken away from the three thousand weak water and the law of ice and snow also poured their own Qi machine into the strong barrier. In the face of this endless sword, spear, sword and halberd, no one dares to be careless. Because the man who manipulated them was Hongling, the matchless son of the great Chu.

Boom! The tyrannical Qi suddenly exploded in the void, making the whole barrier tremble slightly. All the people only saw countless blades hit the barrier, and were smashed in an instant. It seems that these ordinary weapons are vulnerable to a single blow in front of the barrier of heaven's destiny.

However, as everyone knows, this is only the prelude to the beginning of the killing. Because, the matchless son who has disappeared in the void, he has not yet appeared. No one can guarantee that he will be able to survive in this war. In front of this monster, it's luxury to live more.

Seeing that the barrier was still impregnable, some people's faces began to feel relieved. They even have an illusion that this war is far from as difficult as they think.

"Hum! I thought that the matchless son of heaven was so strong, it seemed that it was just a silver wax spear head. We can't even break the barrier we've propped up. He's at a loss! It seems that the previous battle has already consumed most of his accomplishments. This son is no longer a worry! "

The monk's face was filled with a trace of contentment in finding out the truth. The whole man even straightened his chest and became arrogant again. Maybe, in this war, they still have a chance to kill the matchless son of heaven."Don't be careless! Since he dares to confront us alone, he is not a general person. " Some people doubted the monk's words and immediately admonished him. However, the effect of this is counterproductive.

"What are you afraid of! It's just a lowly monk in the lower world. How can the matchless son kill me, even though he has killed some rubbish before? Do you really think I'm the same as that trash? "

"Alas Within the barrier, there was a sudden sigh, like death whispering in his ear. Just after the response, they found a white palm on the shoulder of the monk.

Hong Ling slowly emerged from the void, ignoring many of the monks around him, and turned to the young monk with his hands on his hands. All the people saw him gently dusting the dust on the Friar's shoulder, and immediately helped him sort out some messy lapels.

He stepped forward in the air, passed the friar, turned his head, and gave the man a smile. With this smile, people only saw that the monk who looked at him was slowly weathering away. He is like a long river of years of dust laden sandstone, in an instant completely dissipated.

"Sorry!" Hong Ling looked apologetically at the sand that disappeared in the barrier, and then shook his head, "I can really kill you! You are really different from those rubbish. You are more likely to die

"Hiss!" All the people took a breath and looked more and more dignified, "the law of time and space, he actually stepped into the barrier with the law of time and space. With such strength, he killed a friar of destiny

"There are fifteen left!" Hongling looked at many monks in front of her helplessly, and asked with some disgust: "gentlemen, you'd better die yourself, OK? I don't like killing people. It's so easy, and it affects your temperament

What the hell? The remaining fifteen monks looked at each other with sadness and indignation. If you don't like it, you can stop killing people! However, after killing people, they are still in front of them! Is this a show off or something wrong with your brain?

"Roar!" Below suddenly came the fierce roar of the beast, but those who had originally collided with many dead spirits and monsters in the fairyland, had completely lost the intention of war at the moment. They were defeated so fast that their formation was gone. Countless beasts are chasing these Tianjiao and killing them constantly.

"Matchless son Hongling, let us go, we promise we won't be in trouble with you any more!" Someone looked down at the battle situation below, and then said coldly to Hongling.

Ignoring this person's words, Hongling walked to the edge of the barrier that the friars of the fairyland held up, and bent his fingers toward the barrier a little bit. Hiss! A bloody flame of light rose from his fingers and soon burned the barrier thoroughly.

"Sorry! I can't promise you! I said to kill you, I'll kill you to the end! To be a man, the most important thing is to be honest, isn't it? "

Hong Ling shook his head and stepped out of the barrier. He sighed, reached out and stroked a long gun in the air, then lifted his sleeve and brushed back.

The spear stabbed at the burning blood fire barrier, and in an instant it was contaminated with the supernatural eclipse fire. Hiss! It is like a poisonous snake sliding into the mire. It has penetrated through a monk's throat before people can react to it.

"Fourteen left!" Hongling grabs at the void on the left and pulls out a dark figure. He tilted his head and looked at the man in black who was pinched by himself. "You don't seem to be from the fairyland, are you from the black market of Tianqi city?"

"Forget it! Die anyway, I'm too lazy to ask! " He did not wait for the figure to answer, but his palm was full of Qi. With a click, the powerful assassin at the top of the holy land even failed to utter a scream. He broke his neck and completely breathed out.

"Gentlemen! I'll go first. You'll die slowly Hong Ling turned her head and laughed at the monks who stayed in the blood fire barrier.

At the next moment, the ten swords suddenly brought up the halo of the rules and broke into the barrier. For a moment, the whole world was resounding with a shrill roar. When the thunder cloud above the sky cleared, the whole battlefield was dead.

"Dead, dead!" There is still a living celestial friar, looking at the fireball falling from the flame barrier, looking extremely sad.

The total of 20 powerful people in the fairyland, including the 16 people who died in the hands of a matchless son, have reached 36. All of these works were written by incomparable sons.

Da, Da, Da!

The friar was still staring at the vanishing flame barrier, and suddenly there was a slight footstep in his ear. It was the squeaky sound of boots on the gravel. A young man in white, at the moment, slowly step forward, behind the wind around a coffin, will drive, slowly keep up with the pace of this person.

"Why? Are you not dead yet? " Hongling looked at the seriously wounded monk with some doubts, and then said, "you should be the only survivor of the 5000 fairyland Tianjiao who just attacked?"

"Well!" The monk nodded and swallowed hard."That's it Hung Ling pondered for a while, then sighed: "Hey, you go!"

"Do you really let me go?" The friar looked at him in disbelief, and quickly climbed up and swept away towards the distance.

"Of course Hong Ling nodded and turned to pour out a blade of wind, slightly shaking.

Hiss! As soon as the friar stepped into the camp of the sky army, he was suddenly cut into two sections by the wind blade emerging from the sky.

"You see, I really let you go. But ah, you can't leave Hongling touched the coffin behind her, and immediately murmured: "Yin Wuyang, don't worry, you will be here soon! My word is my word! Will let my little nephew live well

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