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Boom, the rage to the extreme of the era of disaster, from the body of the emperor of heaven dragon blood gush, Hongling a burning dark gold robe blowing hunting sound.

Seeing the meditation on the other side, he also urged his trident to bring up the dark river, which was constantly turning over. The matchless son of the world suddenly reversed his sword and threw it forward.

Hissing, the sword that broke through the sky suddenly trembled in the void, which broke out a bright halo in an instant, and immediately turned into countless branches, completely locking the sky.

Hung Ling stood in the air, with her hands repeatedly folded, playing a series of mysterious hand decisions, which made the sword rain suddenly swim up and down like a school of fish in the deep sea.

"It's interesting. It's the legendary art of imperial sword. It seems that you have hidden it very deeply."

Meditation quickly reversed the Trident, with a majestic stream of water, it will hit the front heavily.

With a roar, the water wave and the sword rain hit each other again. In an instant, they were torn up by the terrible sword meaning that broke out inside. They shot out countless powerful drops of water around.

Frowning at the void which is constantly broken down by the water droplets, Hong Ling and meditation tool stare at each other in disbelief. They are obviously frightened by the power of their respective violent era disasters.

"It's so strong, is this the terrible power it brings to the friars after awakening the blood of the emperor of heaven?"

The matchless son of the world is constantly catching up with his divine sense. The power of era disaster spread out in the empty air becomes extremely dignified, and his fight with meditation is no longer careless.

"Look at your expression, it seems that you are afraid. Why, do you want to escape?"

Holding the Trident, the meditation standing in the air smiles, and the clothes all over the body are floating under the water vapor, just like a dark haze, constantly floating.

"Run away? I'm going to kill you. How could I escape? "

Holding back the idea of awakening her blood to the extreme, Hong Ling continued to play a mysterious hand, manipulated many long swords, and pressed hard toward meditation.

Hum, many swords are constantly chattering, like a swarm of bees rapidly flapping their wings, shooting down at the meditation in black.

"It's really a terrible guy. He's still not my opponent after he burst out stronger power. What strength is he holding on to? Is he not afraid to die?"

Meditation saw that the dark golden sword rain fell like a meteor, disdained to lift the Trident, and quickly danced out a dark water curtain to stop all attacks.

However, at the next moment, there was a terrible storm of laws between heaven and earth. At this time, the forces of various laws turned into aurora of different colors, interwoven and mingled on the whole river of the netherworld.

At this time, Hong Ling was standing in the center of the storm, and there were ten long swords with different rules around him. Under him, a whirling array of terror was quickly formed.

"This is..." Meditation only had time to capture Hongling's disappearing body. The next moment, he was drowned by ten swords shot out rapidly. The whole person couldn't help screaming under the erosion of the law storm.

He reached out and quickly gathered out two long swords. Hong Ling's body flashed and broke into the storm of the law like a ghost, and immediately took the sword meaning of the sky.

Dangdang!

The deafening sound of metal hitting each other comes from the storm, while ten swords of different laws come and go, bringing up blood mist, which makes meditation cry endlessly.

The speed of the two young masters can not be said to be not fast, the strength of both sides at this time without any suppression, making the void constantly collapse, revealing its bright stars.

Body shape and meditation to return to the wrong, Hongling at the moment with double swords issued a fierce offensive, to death to suppress it, so that the ten laws of the sword constantly hit his body, making him scream repeatedly.

No one thought that, just less than an hour after the fight, the matchless son of the world took the initiative to reverse the situation and let himself turn from a disadvantage to occupy the upper hand.

When the double swords fall down and meditation has to stop them, one or two of the ten sword of law will cut their bodies out of the scars.

"Damn it, how can your offensive suddenly increase so much? Are you pretending to be a pig eating a tiger and trying to kill me?"

The whole body blood dripping meditation roars, obviously for Hong Ling can suppress oneself so easily, feel oppressed and angry.

If the tenth apostle of Fengdu was just a mole ant that could not escape from his hand, now Hongling has become the God of death from the nether world. He clung to the neck of meditation, put the cold bone claws into his chest and stroked his heart.

The desperate feeling of dying makes Mingsi, the top master outside Tianguan, very angry. He doesn't want to die, especially in the hands of a little Fengdu tenth apostle.

"It's strange that people always grow up, don't they? For example, I grow up in the battle, it's a common occurrence!"

With a smile, Hong Ling broke out a more fierce and terrifying attack, which made meditation's counterattack more and more powerless.The bright sword light constantly suppresses the dark water vapor, making the whole sky between the only violent sword, intending to surge, there is a faint trend to turn over the heaven and earth.

In this powerful offensive, the breath of the matchless son of the world is also constantly enhanced. The power of the epochal calamities surging from his body is slightly less than that of meditation at the beginning, and slowly rises to the same level as it is.

The strong sense of oppression makes the face of meditation extremely ferocious. It seems that it has been on the edge of madness. As long as it is provoked, it will break out completely in an instant.

Roar, a roar of anger suddenly came out of the mouth of meditation, and immediately there was a violent black shadow, which was slowly generated from the void behind him.

A monster covered in dark water vapor is standing quietly in the void at this time. On its body, there are six arms with different fingerprints, and the snake tail under the body is also covered with dense water vapor.

"Naga!"

The blue bird stares at the snake man's virtual shadow above the sky and looks shocked. It seems that he is very surprised at the existence of this thing!

"It's really fierce. The emperor's son-in-law even forced a Naga's royal family to the extent that he had to reveal his essence. How did he do it?"

Ah nine seems to be interested, smiling at the monster in the void, eyes full of fine awn.

"Have you finally revealed your blood of the emperor of heaven? I thought you would have been covering up and dare not make it out!"

With a smile, the matchless son suddenly locked his pupils. In an instant, he urged all the swimming swords into countless meteorites and shot down towards the huge nagasiv shadow.

"Well, the same moves are useless in front of the God of Naga!"

Meditation coldly hummed, then followed by a pupil lock, instantly awakened behind the closed Najia Xu shadow.

In a flash, an unspeakable force of disaster in the era of terror suddenly surges out of the huge shadow, and its closed eyes slowly open, revealing its scarlet pupil.

Boom, the force of terror just surged out, instantly all the sword near the body was shattered, making it into countless shining metal fragments, shooting towards the surrounding.

This Naga Xu's shadow, just the flow of breath, destroyed many of his own sword of law. Such a powerful creature made the eyes of the matchless son coagulate, and his fighting spirit revived.

"The blood of the Naga royal family can have such a powerful force. Meditate on your status in the Naga clan, it should be very high!"

Hongling looked at her thoughtfulness coldly, and her mind moved. She had already stripped the Yan Huang Emperor's mirror from her robe and slowly pressed it into the gem of the sword handle.

Hum, a deafening sword chant suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, which made all the broken sword fragments in the void chattered and turned into bursts of metal light, and continuously converged towards the long sword in Hong Ling's hand.

Wushuang Shizi had been stripped of the bronze mirror. His breath suddenly trembled, followed by a rapid decline, and only maintained on the nirvana realm to ensure that he would not be crushed by meditation.

Contrary to its own master, the God of sorrow, after integrating the mirror of the emperor of Yan Huang, was able to increase his strength by geometric multiples. It was just a few minutes, and it was already standing on the same level as Najia Xuying.

"Oh, my self cultivation is still too weak!"

Sensing the power of the era disaster, Hong Ling suddenly felt helpless and even regretful.

For a long time, his own cultivation has always been unable to keep up with the realm, which makes him feel like a castle in the air. It is difficult to do anything as he pleases.

Although the fairyland is already the top existence in the fairyland, it must be the lowest existence in the celestial realm, especially in the heaven.

"It seems as soon as possible to find a way to promote the cultivation to the Taiyi God realm, otherwise, I always feel that everything should be done with foresight and foresight!"

After pondering for a while, Hongling finally began to hold the sword and turned to look coldly at the sky, staring at her najiaxu shadow with indifference.

At the moment, the figure of meditation has turned into a blood mist, which slowly solidifies the Naga and makes it suddenly appear in the world.

With a loud bang, an unprecedented force of terror suddenly exploded between heaven and earth. This demon power with the law of darkness was twisted and weird, and there was a tendency to cut off the connection between Hongling and the God of sorrow.

"Hum, just a Naga royal blood, also dare to indulge in hell. Today, I will kill you here in the name of the 10th Yanjun disciple of Fengdu, so as to frighten many people out of heaven!"

With the power of his own era of disaster to communicate with the God of sorrow sword, Hong Ling directly used the method of heaven and earth, which made his body suddenly soar at this moment, and there was a trend that his figure was in line with that of meditation.

Countless dark gold dragon scales burning with thunder and fire constantly breathe in the powerful force of disaster in the era, and constantly promote the breath of Hongling, making it resonate with the power of the God of sorrow.

"Just a little ghost in fairyland, even if he wakes up the blood of the emperor level, do you think you can kill me with it?"Meditation roared, and a series of Trident quickly coagulated on the six arms of Naga, which made the river Styx around him controlled, making the roaring sound of billowing waves.

"Why not?"

Hongling also roared. The magnificent dragon power was like a prison like a sea. It was slowly interwoven with its sword meaning, and outlined a huge virtual image of the plane.

"The embryonic form of the plane!"

He couldn't wait any longer. If the tenth apostle was allowed to exert his blood power, he would probably die here.

"With your blood, I will sacrifice the kingdom of God that will be formed, meditate and take my life!"

Holding the sword, Hong Ling shrieked and quickly shrunk the huge virtual shadow of the plane into the long sword, and then shot out with the combination of human and sword.

"Arrogant, then come to see whether you die or I die!"

It seems that he was aroused by Hongling's intention of war. He suddenly locked his pupils and formed a virtual shadow of the divine kingdom all over his body. He gathered it in front of him and stabbed it with six Trident.

Boom, the violent water wave into a virtual Trident shadow, toward the attack of the terrible sword shot away, the momentum is incomparable.

"This is the battle of the plane and the kingdom of God. How old are these two guys to reach such a level?"

Qingniao and ajiu are staring at the two fighting on the sky. Their eyes are full of horror. Suddenly, they seem to think of something. They quickly sacrifice their magic weapons in their hands, join hands to defend the people around them, and retreat rapidly towards the distance.

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