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Chi, the unspeakable bloody sword arc is like a waning moon falling in the West. It cuts down at the monk of Mojiao palace who transforms the Taoist realm. Even in the kingdom of gods condensed by magic weapons, the power of this sword still makes the man's hair stand on end, and even his heart can't control himself.

"It's too strong. What kind of monster is he? Even if he's in the kingdom of gods, he won't be affected in any way."

Seeing the bloody sword being cut off, the monk Huadao of the Mojiao palace folded his hands and pushed it upward. The blood awn appeared on his fingertips, which made the dark silk thread condense out of the void and then interweave into a huge net.

Bang, the bloody sword Qi was cut on the net, making the dense silk thread on it constantly broken, and the monk who changed the Taoist realm suddenly vomited blood and then disappeared in the void.

"Want to go? Well, can you walk away

Turning back the sword quickly, Hong Ling suddenly turned over and chopped it back. The sword Qi that burst out suddenly chopped off an arm, making it fall into the void and float quietly.

Hum, in the void, suddenly there is the sound of metal chattering again, and immediately there are countless silk threads coagulating around the arm, slowly condensing into a dark array, on which the Demon power is raging like a storm, which makes people unable to look directly.

"How dare you kill me Yan Jiao? I want you to die when all the elders come here!"

Within the star sea, Yan Jiao, who was cut off one arm, was angry and wide eyed, and slowly appeared on another huge meteorite, with blood in the corners of his mouth.

"Finally come out, you hide your head and tail, you really have a set, let me find it easy!"

Seeing that this guy's injury was not serious, Hong Ling was interested. He could clearly realize that Yan Jiao had a strong and strong dragon blood. Although he was not comparable to his Heavenly Emperor's dragon blood, it was enough to suppress most of the top demons in the world.

"Hum, don't think that you are a master in the realm of Taiyi God King. You can do whatever you want. If you offend me in the devil Jiao palace, you will be removed from the world. If you are sensible, offer up the empty monster, and capture the young master and the three elders of the dragon god palace for me to take back to the palace. Otherwise, no one can save you from heaven and earth!"

Yan Jiao didn't pay much attention to Hongling's power. Even though he was better than himself, the magic weapon he controlled was enough to make him shake many masters in the realm of Taiyi God King. As long as the elders arrived, the white monk would still die.

"Oh?" Hong Ling slightly raised her eyebrows and looked at Yan Jiao in surprise and said with a smile, "are you so confident that you can survive in my hands? If you make a wrong judgment, you will lose your life! "

"Killed? Ha ha ha, it's a funny joke. In front of the dragon swallowing shuttle, one of the magic weapons of the magic weapon in the town of Mojiao palace, you are just a friar of Taiyi God. Do you dare to speak out? If I don't know how to write the dead word, I can teach you mercifully! "

For Hong Ling's words, Yan Jiao just ignored it. After so many years of traveling as an elder of Mojiao palace, he didn't have to meet an expert in the realm of Taiyi Shenjun. He even used to control the dragon eating shuttle himself to challenge some powerful people at this level.

Now, Hongling is just a young monk in the realm of Taiyi God. Even if the realm is higher, can he be stronger than those old demons he used to be? This kind of guy, as long as you use it properly, it is possible to kill it.

"Well, please tell me how to write the dead word!"

Wushuang Shizi smiles with his sword. His body is swept into the air again. In an instant, he rushes to the meteorite where Yan Jiao is.

"In that case, I will help you!"

With a grim smile, Yan Jiao held out his hand to grasp the dragon eating shuttle, which made the black Demon power appear on the magic weapon of the God King, and then quickly stabbed out silk threads.

Hissing, the thin thread breaks into the pupil, which makes Hongling's eyes tight. Then she quickly cuts it off with her sword, but is instantly evaded by the silk thread.

"Well? This is Longjin

When he felt the silk thread crossing his eyes carefully, Hong Ling's face sank. He was absolutely sure that every silk thread driven by the dragon eating shuttle was a tough dragon tendon, and it was a real dragon's tendon, not a dragon's tendon.

"You have insight. It seems that you can step into the realm of Taiyi Shenjun. It's also very insightful."

With a snap of his finger, Yan Jiao immediately manipulates the Dragon tendon of the dragon eating shuttle with his divine light, and flies towards Hongling. However, he is constantly mobilizing his own strength to accelerate the recovery of his amputated limb.

Countless fine dragon tendons completely lock up the void, making Hong Ling's face more and more gloomy. There are strong resentments attached to these dragon tendons. It seems that life has been separated from the dragon like creatures. The people in the magic Jiao Palace are really damned!

Boom, the moment there is a majestic God of the explosion, so that Hongling's clothes are blowing by its powerful air machine, hunting sound.

He raised his eyes and looked at the silk thread entangled towards him. Then he turned his sword upside down and slashed it fiercely. The scarlet blood fire surging on the sword was filled with the extremely powerful law of the eclipse and the terrible power of the divine kingdom.Under Yan Jiao's frightened gaze, many silk threads blocking the way were directly cut off by the blade of pathetic God. None of them could compete with the edge of the sword. Even though several threads were interwoven into stronger and stronger silk threads, they were also cut off by life.

"It's impossible. How can his sword cut off the Dragon tendons and silk threads that devour the Dragon shuttle? These dragon tendons that have been blessed by secret methods are many powerful gods and monsters in the past. They can't easily break free. He just cuts off so many swords. Who is this guy

Staring at Hong Ling, Yan Jiao seems to realize that his group of people are kicking on the iron plate. If they don't deal with it properly, they will die in Hongling's hands, which they don't want to see.

"Now, can you teach me how to write death?"

Looking up indifferently, Hong Ling walked towards the huge meteorite step by step. He didn't even need to wield a sword. The scarlet blood fire from his body could burn many dragon tendons, which made Yan Jiao's fear more prosperous.

"This adult, you'd better make clear that it's no good end for you to fight against me. Why don't you and I shake hands and make peace with each other? How about if you take away the monster in the void, and our well water doesn't invade the river?"

"Well water doesn't invade the river? Why, don't you want to teach me how to write death? "

As soon as the matchless son raised his eyebrows, his face was still full of evil spirit. He did not care about the life and death of the people in the dragon god palace, nor did he care about the monks of Huadao realm in the magic Jiao palace. But now, after seeing the black and resentful dragon tendons, he has completely killed these demons.

"Well? I think I have made it very clear that we don't want to make a big deal in the magic dragon palace. You'd better understand this. We are not afraid of your majesty, but we just don't want to get into trouble. Otherwise, we will be able to wipe out the situation of a Taiyi God king! "

Seeing that the white friar didn't get oil and salt, Yan Jiao was a little angry. He held himself to be an elder of the Mojiao palace. Even if he was in the divine world, many experts of great powers would treat him politely. However, the young God King was so confused that he really thought that the magic Jiao palace was a bully?

"What do you mean? Are you asking me? "

As soon as his eyes narrowed, Hong Ling suddenly swung the sword in his hand, and then locked his eyes, which made the sword burst through the air and shot forward in an instant, and his life was reflected in Yan Jiao's sight.

Hiss, is a hiss sound to ring, causes Yan Jiao's right hand to be cut off again, he hums one, in the eye son has the blood awn to emerge.

Roaring, a powerful demon force instantly exploded in the sea of stars, making the rocks suspended in the whole meteorite belt broken. Among the rocks in the sky, a black dragon with the size of thousands of feet stood up slowly, and its body was filled with a dragon power full of resentment.

"My Lord, you are the first one who provoked me to be so angry. As a punishment, I will kill you here today with taboo secret method."

The giant dragon transformed by Yan Jiao stares at Hongling, opens his mouth and swallows the dragon swallowing shuttle into his stomach. At this moment, the breath of his body suddenly rises. First, he rushes into Nirvana state from Huadao state, then directly breaks through the barrier of Dao state and steps into the realm of God. Its strength is rapidly converging with the God kingdom that covers this area.

Roar, it suddenly roars, the body is monstrous, look at Hong Ling's eyes full of disdain.

"Turn into dragon by secret method! It's really a surprising secret, but it's a pity that you shouldn't teach your skills in class! "

Suddenly, she locked her eyes, and Hung Ling immediately covered the sad sword with powerful divine light. Then she made it split and transformed into a powerful sword rain in the void, and constantly released the great sword meaning.

"The art of imperial sword!"

On the dragon boat in Honghuang, the young master and the three elders of the dragon god palace were looking at the dense sword on the sky with a look of horror. Before they could return to their gods, Hongling had already manipulated the sword rain to shoot at the huge dragon.

Chuckle! Many swords quickly broke the scales of the dragon, leaving a trail of blood on its body, making the beast roar constantly.

"Don't worry, Lord Yan Jiao."

Many monks in the magic dragon palace were driven out of the dragon boat by the monks from the eight belline dragon palace. They couldn't help but look at the huge magic Jiao above the sky with a look of horror.

"Well, he can't kill me!"

Yan Jiao snorted coldly and roared fiercely, making the void full of powerful demon power. After his roar, dark red dragon tendons gushed out from his wound, and then entangled many long swords, and kept tightening.

Bang, an entangled God of sorrow was crushed in an instant, which made Hong Ling's face coagulate. After using the secret method, Yan Jiao's strength was really strong enough. Even the sad God sword could not compete with these dragon tendons in the state of incomplete awakening.

"Ha ha ha ha, what's the matter? Let's use it. I'll see what you can do for me as a Taiyi God King."

With a smile of disdain at Hongling, new dragon tendons constantly emerge from the huge demon Jiao, which completely seals up the emptiness of Hongling and locks its retreat completely."What can I do for you? If you really want to die, then I will help you, and I hope you will not regret it! "

Slightly lock the pupil, Hongling's body has the dark gold streamer to emerge, causes Yan Jiao's eyes instantaneous congeals, followed by the big fright.

"This This is... "

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