Chapter 22

As expected, as Nie Chen had expected, the white lotus, which was penetrated by his sword, turned into a light and shadow and dissipated slowly, just like when he was cut by his waist.

"What art is this?" Nie Chen's right shoulder, at the moment when Qinglian re condensed her figure, also recovered as before, leaving some bloodstains.

In his heart, he was shocked by the skill of clearing lotus. If she evaded every crisis moment and recovered as usual, even the previous injuries would be completely cured. How can he fight and break?

"Hum, whether it's because of the secret of nirvana or the evil spirit, my recovery ability is far better than before." Nie Chen stood up and looked at the cold figure in the sky, who had not seen him for more than four years, but was now the enemy of him.

"The master said that, in addition to the crushing of absolute power, any skill, anyone, will have its weakness!" Nie Chen stood silently, thinking to himself.

"How dare you destroy my magic weapon, Nie Chen!" Qinglian's voice is cold. This is the first time that she has experienced such a voice.

It was obvious that she was already angry. "You forced me. Don't blame me for my ruthlessness!"

"It's useless to say more, but the first world war will be." Nie dust did not flinch back at all, on the contrary, in his heart, there are a few silk excited emotions, slowly breeding.

For more than three years, he endured humiliation and stopped his cultivation. Now he finally got a new life

Once upon a time, although the Qing Lian was amazing, his Nie Chen's performance was not inferior at all. Now, the other side is already a monk of spirit sea realm.

His accomplishments, although he entered the great perfection of the sea by accident not long ago, are still quite different from this Qinglian.

But he refused to accept it. He wanted to stand up and fight. His anger and pride made it impossible for him to bow to his enemies as a slave.

All the forbearance, finally until today, his heart that has long been extinguished flame, quietly burning, until finally, turned into a raging fire.

He wants to fight, even if he jumps over the level Even in the face of an opponent who seems impossible to defeat He also wants to challenge and fight!

In his heart, he believed that he still had the qualification for World War I

"If you choose to die, I will help you!" With a clear sound, Qinglian's hands moved rapidly, forming a group of Dharma Seals. The big tripod buried in the stone wall not far away roared out of the rock and flew back to her, suspended above her head.

One after another, the smell of purple sprinkles, making the whole person of Qinglian look hazy and ethereal!

"Hua Huan, hang kill!" A wave spreads in the air in an instant. Around Nie dust, there are countless red flowers in the small space.

These flowers, around Nie Chen, are the flowers of the other shore, bright red and gorgeous, as if dyed from the sea of blood.

"Is this?" Nie Chen was shocked. He had never seen or heard of such magic.

"It must be her master in tianhanzong who gave her the magic power!" Nie dust smelled a kind of fragrance, very light, but in an instant, his mind would be dizzy.

In the shortest time, Nie Chen held his breath in a hurry, but it was still late. He found himself in a strange space.

All over the sky are rootless flowers on the other side of the river. At his feet, there is a boundless blood pool. Standing on the surface of the blood pool, he stepped on the gentle ripples In the blood pool, there are countless strange bodies of the opposite sex, some as big as mountains, some small, sinking and floating.

Not far from his eyes, the figure of Qinglian emerged, and the big tripod above it gushed with purple air to cover and protect her.

"Make a mystery. In battle, only the art of letting the enemy bleed is the real combat skill!" Nie dust does not care about the surrounding environment, but directly to that not far away, the figure of Qinglian.

However, when the sword in his hand swept the dim shadow of Qinglian, it was an illusion that the shadow had disappeared.

Nie Chen turns around and his eyes sweep, but he is not far away from where he stood before, and the shadow of Qinglian appears again.

Nie Chen once failed. Fortunately, he no longer wasted his physical strength to launch a random attack. Instead, he stood there, motionless. He wants to see, this clear lotus, cast such strange magic, is it not to fool himself like this.

Sure enough, after the five rest, there was movement around. I saw that those rootless flowers born in the air, a petal fell off, like a sharp blade, directly toward Nie Chen.

His speed was so fast that Nie Chen could hardly dodge. Nie Chen instinctively turned his face, but it was the petal that flashed away from his cheek.

On his face, a long bloodstain appeared, and the blood donation slowly overflowed

"My blood is not fake!" Nie Chen's eyes are deep, scanning the surrounding space.

But it seems that the blood on his face, the smell of blood, so that those blooming flowers on the other side, slowly from near to far, are all humming and shaking.

In a flash, a piece of red petals, dancing, winding like clouds, if they are not trained into a forest of murderous and glittering cold light, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is impossible to appear in the world's ultimate beauty."Whoosh, whoosh..." Nie Chen urged the mental method, and his whole body flashed with thunder. Once again, he put on the thunder armor. He moved under his feet, and his hands flashed with swords, constantly blocking the petals that were coming at a high speed.

To his despair, however, the petals seemed to grow stronger and faster.

Finally, they broke through the sword encirclement that Nie Chen danced with both hands. One by one, they hit the thunder armor on the periphery of Nie Chen's body. Some petals were destroyed by thunder light, but most of them were cut back quickly after they were bounced off.

"This is magic!" Nie Chen's face was cold, and his whole body was surrounded by demons. "Magic is really terrible. But there are also weaknesses and flaws in magic

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"Among those who destroyed my family on that day, you were particularly conspicuous!" The square wood blows out with one blow, hitting on the double swords of qingjue cross block, splashing sparks.

Qingjue was hit by a strong force and flew back directly. Although he was not injured, and Fang Mu's fist did not fall on his body, the impact force made his Qi and blood disordered and his aura lax.

"Today, you are going to die here!" Square wood does not give the other party a chance to react, but also a simple and direct blow out.

Qingjue gnaws her teeth. She wanted to open her distance every time, and then use her magic power to control the flying sword to resist the enemy and attack. However, the speed of the square wood is too fast and the action is too aggressive.

Each blow of Fang Mu makes qingjue feel a little bit excited, and suddenly becomes confused, which makes qingjue unable to spare time and body to fight with the best posture under his swift and fierce attack.

"The cultivation of the world all says that martial arts are weak, but I am jealous of the rise of Wuzong!" The square wood did not stop at all, and the whole body was shining with golden light, which seemed to be indefatigable.

"If you have accepted my master's skill, you should take it back and watch it quietly..." It is another blow, which directly blows qingjue into the rubble on the ground.

"You have been insulting those who fought against Wu Zong Wu, and humiliated me for fighting against Wu Zong nun I remember you The square wood soared into the air, and did not wait for Qing Jue to climb out of the rubble, so he stepped on it with one foot in the air.

"Poof!" At last, his blood was out of his chest.

"Please, please Leave me alone Qingjue looks at the square wood stepping on his chest and makes a trembling and pleading voice.

"Let you go, did you ever think of today when you committed crimes?" Fang Mu's face was firm and resolute and cold, without any sympathy. "When you put up your strength to show off violence, did you ever think about letting go of those who were unable to fight back?"

"You die!" But it is that Qing Jue, with his right hand raised, suddenly a grip, a hum, a map, then appeared on the top of the square wood.

Zheng Zheng!

In the distance, the four swords that trapped the leopard suddenly untied the array net and flew like a square wood.

"Roar, Terrans, be careful!" The rock leopard was afraid and roared in the distance.

"Poof!" The square wood stepped on her chest and leaped up to avoid several flying swords. This foot of his, make Qing Jue is a mouthful of blood spurt.

"Well, you should die!" Just now, Fang's face was full of anger, and he was afraid of being crushed by the wood.

"Unless you are a spiritual sea practitioner, when you fall into the sword array, you will be sentenced to death!" Qingjue's face was proud, looking at his six flying swords, he went straight after the square wood which was retreating.

The array figure hanging on the top of the square wood is just like some kind of mark, so that qingjue's flying swords will never stop piercing the marked object

Bang Dangdang Fang Mu consciously couldn't run away, so he simply stopped and punched one by one to attack the flying sword with the handle.

"Ha ha, how about that? That's what I did! There is always a shortage of manpower. However, fairyland magic can make up for it. Otherwise, why is it called the way of cultivating immortals? " Square wood opened his mouth, his face was arrogant and proud, "the warrior, after all, is a waste which is crushed in the dust by the repair of fairyland."

"Ah Fang Mu roared, ignoring qingjue's sarcasm. Instead, he suddenly grasped a flying sword. In his palm, the golden blood flowed down because of the sharp edge of the flying sword.

Bang!

In qingjue's shocked eyes, the square wood actually broke the flying sword in his hand into two!

Bang!

The fate of the second handle is also doomed. The third handle

"No, how could that be possible?" Qingjue shudders and retreats, turning around to escape like Nie Chen and Qinglian.

Because he clearly saw that the square wood had caught the last flying sword.

"Poof!" But at the moment when he turned around, it was a sword of half strength, which stabbed him in the moment, penetrated his chest, and then tilted him upward and lifted him into the air.

Zifeng looks at qingjue who is lifted up by himself, and his face is very plain. But in qingjue's eyes, it's dull, some terrible

"You, what are you going to do?" Qing Jue is covered with blood, and his body is shaking. In his eyes, he is frightened and pleading."Purple wind, please, let me go..." In the end, some of them are uncontrollably weak.

From Zifeng's eyes, he saw a kind of hatred, a kind of hatred that was deep into the bone marrow, just like nature, and a kind of hatred beyond the temporary passion and resentment Because the ultimate love and regret, has become the driving force of life, thus facing hatred without fear!

This hate, although insipid, but even with his clear life, I'm afraid it can't dilute the hatred a little bit!

"I don't want to kill you, I want to torture you However, Ye Er will not want me to die for her Zifeng opens his mouth.

"Then you can let me go. I promise I won't trouble you again. I promise I won't commit any crimes and show off our power again..." Qingjue makes a shaking voice.

"How can I let you go!" Zifeng said, "although you die, you can't change ye'er's life, but you should die."

"He will give it to you. I will help Nie Chen. He seems to be trapped!" The square wood turns around and walks in the direction of Nie dust.

"Please, give me a chance, I will be a good man!" Qingjue was lifted up by the breeze and pleaded bitterly, and even tears of fear and sorrow were shed in his eyes.

"You must die, for Ye Er, for Ziyang master, for my Ziyang brothers, for Nie Chen, for myself You must die Zifeng's face was very calm, but his voice was expressionless, even cold.

"You don't want to kill me You can't kill me Ha ha ha Qingjue at the moment, think of his great future and the scenery, completely cried up.

"You can't kill me. If you kill me, master will chase you to the ends of the earth!" But all of a sudden, qingjue looks ferocious and roars towards the purple wind. His weak hands are flying forward.

"I don't care if everyone dies." Zifeng raised his hand and threw qingjue high out of his sword.

"Ah, don't..." But when he was free to fall, the wind was blowing and his sword was sweeping.

Crash!

Qingjue is directly divided into two parts from head to foot. The two parts of his face separated from the middle are the complex colors of fear, despair, reluctance and sadness.

Purple wind swept by a sword, no longer to see the two parts of the body were separated, like the general accumulation of meat scattered.

"Nie Chen!" His stiff and calm face softened, and his face recovered from the wood. He went straight to the place where Nie Chen was fighting.