Chapter 154

Is winning so simple? The red rain suddenly feels lonely. Expect neutral life beat did not appear. He turned his face to the sea. The sea breeze is bitter, the clouds are faint, and the water and sky are lonely. It is not the rising sun in the depths of the red clouds, but the outstanding loneliness.

"A generation of Tianjiao is buried here, where will I be buried?" Hong Yu turned to look at the "ice grave" he made and continued to sigh. There is no lack of joy.

Loneliness is better than death. The strong should have such awareness.

"You will be buried in the void." roared, and the spirit all heard a gloomy voice. Red rain's eyes are angry. Can you survive the blood killing spell? Is it the yuan God? impossible. The yuan God has no ability to stop.

"Hiss hiss", the light flashes in the ice. "Bang", the powerful sword Qi smashes the cold ice. Lingjun falls in front of Hongyu. Waving is a sword.

Hongyu retreated quickly, but the sword Qi still stabbed her right chest. "You" in front of the spirit all hands are black, obviously in the blood kill curse. But after a sword, his hand turned red again. "Great transformation?"

Lingjun was just a blow. The terrible blood killing spell and great transformation failed to release it completely. The residual force was destroying his hands.

Red rain looks real. He said with a cold smile, "go to someone for treatment now. Maybe you still have a chance."

"The north wind can't kill the curse with blood. You are the Wu family." Ling Jun was quite stunned.

"There is no race in the five holy seas. You have no chance to live until tomorrow." Hongyu said, and the imperial sword soared. If Lingjun is sure to win the move, he has no worries. The next battle has become his own killing.

Lingjun smiled: "you can't live for a quarter of an hour." "whoosh", the blue light enveloped his whole body, and he opened the eight body art.

"Bang bang", the muscles and bones are full of terrible power. Lingjun roared up and a big hand fell from the sky. Clap the red rain back on the stage.

"Boom", "hiss", the five holy platforms were cracked. Lingjun closed the meridians of both hands and could only use his legs to perform his skills. "Eight steps to catch up with Zen."

"Bang", one step, the platform shook. Two steps of red rain storm fly. Three steps and two people have rolled in the air.

"Bang bang", Lingjun's attack is too fast to dodge. Hong yuleng was kicked by Lingjun.

"Boom", Lingjun stepped on the red rain to the ground. It splashed countless pieces of gravel. "Hoo Hoo", the five holy platforms trembled.

"Zheng". Three long swords fell after they fell to the ground. Red rain hugged Lingjun's right foot tightly. There was a painful smile on his face. "You are the first one to drop my sword." he frowned. "And the last one."

"Wow, poof", the spirit spewed out a mouthful of blood. This blood killing spell is also poisonous. "This is your last pride." he made great efforts to get rid of the red rain, stepped back and continued to suppress the blood Killing Curse. Expel the blood poison from the body while your ability increases rapidly.

"Hiss", Lingjun's body trembled under the blue light. Just when he tried his best to save himself, Hongyu picked up the long sword. It has made him lose face just to drop his sword, not to mention being trampled under his feet when everyone is watching.

He disdained to kill the people in distress, but Lingjun had to die. Because it's a duel.

The sword, like a poisonous dragon, comes out of the sea. The fierce sword Qi comes first.

"Boom", wow. The water curtain was in the sky, and the sea burst out a barrier and fell between Lingjun and Hongyu. The splashed water suddenly turned into snowflakes and purple.

Hongyu wields his sword like rain to avoid the attack of snowflakes. He vaguely felt that this was the ice wheel bondage of the legendary Ziyun sect. It's a kind of abnormal skill to control people's mind and spirit.

The sun is burning and the snow is falling. Although there was a large crowd of onlookers not far away, everyone could feel the desolation of Xiao Sha filling the world.

Hongyu has wrapped himself in the sword light, and Lingjun stops shaking, and the blue light of his body disappears. He walked in the purple snow with heavy steps.

The west wind blows the snowflakes and falls all over my shoulders. The sword is cold and people are blurred.

"Boom" and "Hoo", the red rain dances with strong winds and snowflakes. "Hiss", when the flying snow was blown away by him. "Bang", the wind howled and rolled to Lingjun with the swallowed purple snow.

"I'll see who dies first." Hongyu is depressed. The spirit blocked his perception of the blood killing spell.

"Hoo", Lingjun walked through the wind safely. The sword in his hand sounded golden. It seemed to meet a terrible enemy. Don't guess it must be the bronze ancient sword in Hongyu's hand.

As soon as the bronze sword came out, it immediately showed his ancient flavor. There is a little rust on the sword. It's not rust, it's its mark. Green sword! The ancient sword ranked third in the famous sword spectrum.

It is not surprising that Hongyu has such a treasure Lingjun. Jingjie society has the greatest treasure in the world. Besides, it is also an organization secretly controlled by the five holy seas.

Looking at the green sword, Lingjun was as worried as a knife. I haven't found my soul yet. Although it is not an ancient sword, it has no wisdom. But I found countless swords in my previous life. Only Yan soul is the best. I kept looking for treasure, but I forgot that my sword was still in others' hands. What kind of grief is this.

"Go to death." Lingjun waved, and the Qiushui sword pierced the void and stabbed Hongyu.

"The hundred step flying sword can't defeat me." Hongyu holds the sword in both hands and stands upright in front of his chest. "Possessed by the soul."

What is the soul sword? You're killing yourself. Lingjun clapped his hands on the ground and shouted, "buried forever." he said he would let the red rain fall into the void.

Endless burial is a variant of the gate of a nose. An invisible and colorless illusory space.

The red rain showed disdain, and the sword in his hand was green. Call a saying that the beast's head turned into a shape. Leng is swallowing the autumn water sword and being buried forever.

Creak "creak", the animal head is chewing the Qiushui sword. The spirit is staring. Can you bite the autumn water? No, it's swallowing the soul of the sword.

Haw, the autumn water sword soul wailed. Lingjun rioted and turned into a long sword to take the beast's head. He doesn't need to understand the profound meaning of the sword. This move has taken shape.

The beast's head opened wide, and whoever came refused. He swallowed the spirit with a bang.

"Hum, you can be the nourishment for my sword soul." Hongyu said again.

Lingjun held the sword in his hand and said with a smile, "I'm not you. The falling moon cut."

"Boom", a sword cut out, empty. The fierce sword Qi is like a clay ox into the sea. It goes away without a trace. The mouth within reach seems higher than the sky.

"Thunder cut." Lingjun sent another sword. The animal's head seemed to be excited. SIP and chew.

Lingjun only felt that his Yuanshen was seriously squeezed. The terrible power seemed to chew the yuan God.

Directly attack the yuan God? ok Try my fist. Lingjun waved his fist and hit the accessible place. "Bang bang", continuous hitting only relieves the pressure of Yuanshen.

"The more you hit, the more violent the blood killing spell becomes. If it breaks through your repression, I will smash your body in an instant." Hongyu laughs wildly. The so-called myth is nothing more than that. He firmly believes that he is a myth.

Fist blows are effective, and Lingjun stops abruptly. Wield your strength and cut with a sword.