There is a huge owl like monster in the center of the vulture group.
Its face is like a ghost face painted with many watercolor stripes.
Some things look fierce but meek.
But this kind of thing, ghost face dove, happens to be the kind with more ferocious appearance.
In the east of Yunqin, there is a small town called dunshuwei. All the people in the town and those passing through the town have been killed and turned into huge open-air cemeteries. Even a group of troops who went to investigate have no return. When many practitioners and more troops went, they found that they had taken over more than 20 people in the town and killed thousands of people, not plague, not bandits, But it's just a ghost faced dove who doesn't know what prey he's chasing, just after this border town.
At the moment, the ghost faced dove in the center of the vulture group is still fierce and ferocious, so that all the vultures around are scared to be tens of meters away from it. However, it dare not resist the iron figure standing on its back.
Its neck is covered with a black and red S è collar, with tight teeth embedded in it. The chain of the collar is in the hand of the iron figure on its back.
The collar can be tightened at any time, with sharp teeth thrust into its neck, and even the whole head can be cut off.
Those who can control the demons will naturally give people a stronger feeling.
Standing on it, the moon is extremely cruel.
……
Between heaven and earth, a thin black mark suddenly appeared.
It's like an invisible huge knife suddenly cut out of the ground, with the power of terror, cutting a gap in the sky.
I heard that the dark eyebrows of the moon were raised like two knives.
In his perception, this thin black mark is a dark night.
At the next moment, he made a snap. The broken seven Obsidian magic sword flew out of his sleeve. It flew for several meters and collided with the silent force.
The seven Obsidian magic sword makes a harsh sound of friction in the air.
There was a splash of Mars.
Countless vultures whine and crack, their feathers and flesh flying in the air like rain.
The eyes of the moon suddenly become brighter.
A chain rolled out of his sleeve.
Hearing a roar, a dark gold s è s long metal arrow was blown into countless wires by his chain. With the strong wind, countless bright lines were drawn in the sky.
The tip of the moon's foot is somewhere on the back of the dove.
The ghost faced dove gave out an ugly cry like howl and began to descend rapidly.
……
I heard that the moon was forced to fall.
From the first time when he felt the breath of the great saint, he felt something wrong.
But now the two attacks have made him fully understand that their attack on qingluan college has become an ambush designed by the other side.
He knew that only the big black and the small black of the college could produce such two arrows.
Even if he has a mount like the ghost faced dove, and even if he blocks the joint attack of the two archers, he knows very well that the only result of his remaining in the air when the other side has such two archers is to be shot down.
He was forced down.
The result of being forced down means that he can't escape and can only face the ambush designed by the other side.
But his face is still cold and strong as iron, but with a little ironic expression.
He is confident and powerful.
Especially after getting huilingdan, he was like a man who had to squat down, but stood up again At this moment, his confidence and feeling are more powerful than ever.
He did not expect that he would fall into the ambush of Lin Xi and others.
He didn't expect to see a great saint.
But he knew very well that the great sage could not survive after killing so many practitioners of purgatory mountain.
He also knew that there were only so many powerful practitioners in Yunqin.
So even if he fell into a disadvantageous situation, he still had great confidence in killing Lin Xi in turn.
"I didn't want to give you too much time. Since you came here by yourself, I'll take you on the way."
Looking at the second arrow, he said coldly in his heart.
……
Lin Xi looks at the dove in the sky, which is falling rapidly like a meteor. He nods peacefully to the Linghan beside him.
From now on, for him, the thing to do is very simple, as long as the soul power of all of them is smashed on the body of Wen Ren Cang Yue.
The three fingers of Bian Linghan move the big black string.
Her soul power and the strength of the mirror Mermaid are all poured into the big black string.
In this moment, there are many pictures in her mind.
She thought of Jiang Yuer, who stopped breathing beside her, and mengbai, who jumped from the cliff.
In that year's biluoling, Lin Xi was on the verge of death when his eldest grandson Wujiang and Jiang Yuer died, and fell into the deepest coma, so she saw more unforgettable pictures than Lin Xi saw. Even Lin Xi, who was wandering on the edge of death and unconscious, was one of the unforgettable pictures in her mind.
She missed countless tents by Lingxia lake.
Miss qingluan college, a group of people gathered by the fire.
Countless beautiful, impossible pictures and countless bad pictures that impressed her deeply at this moment all turned into murderous and hateful ideas and condensed in this arrow.
The skin of her whole right hand was all cracked, and the whole sleeve was dyed red with blood.
Hearing the pupil of Cang Yue contracting instantly, Qi Yao's magic sword hissed and roared at his back.
At the same time, the two forces of spirit from his feet, he will be under the Guilian dove to the front of the lower part of an instant push a few meters.
Listen to a roar, countless lights and shadows are dark. The Obsidian magic sword is tenaciously passing through layers of water mist and dark light. The small sword body is like a giant shield blocking all the space behind the hearing man cangyue.
However, at this moment, the chain of Cang Yue's fingers and ghost faced doves was also broken.
The ghost faced dove landed obliquely.
It's heard that the moon is tens of meters in the air. It falls on the ground like a piece of meteorite iron even earlier than the ghost faced dove.
"Ka!"
I heard the feet of the moon trampling on the ground.
His army boots split.
The ground is sunken in the center of him, the dust is shaking up, and the earth, mountains and rocks are crashing and squeezing, making the sound of layers of fragmentation.
His knees were slightly bent.
There was also a sound of broken bones in the knee.
The power of Bian Linghan's arrow is enough to threaten him. In order not to let his ghost faced dove die under the impact of power, he landed in this way. Without enough soul force in his legs, his knee bones inevitably broke.
It's just that there is not even a trace of the God s è on the face of the pale moon.
His body is still as cast iron, without any tremor.
He knew that in this war, his body could not have been without injury.
For a man like him, the real strength is always his soul power.
So from the beginning of the battle, he took the way of fighting to save his soul power as much as possible with some damage to his body.
Only a strong, cold and confident man like him can fight in this way.
It's just the moment of landing. Hearing the man cangyue, he can see Lin Xi and others clearly. "Just you people, you want to kill me?" He looked at Bian Linghan's sleeves dyed red with blood, at Zhan Tai's shallow Tang Dynasty and Lin Xi, etc., and sneered ironically.
"I can't imagine that your injury has been recovered and you can use your soul power like this." Lin Xi frowned and said with a sneer.
Hearing that Cang Yue seldom talks nonsense, but now facing Lin Xi, he doesn't start at once. He just squints his eyes and says, "you must be disappointed."
"Now that you're here, it doesn't matter if you don't recover." Lin Xi shook his head calmly: "it must be you who are disappointed. Why didn't the elder of purgatory mountain come here You don't need to delay. The elder of purgatory mountain will never come here. "
"No one's coming, and I can kill you."
I heard the voice of the moon sneering.
At the moment of the sound, his Qiyao flying sword made a terrible roar, which turned into a whirlpool flying in the air and rushed to Linxi.
Now he is more than 400 steps away from Lin Xi and others.
This kind of distance, the general sword master can't control the sword at all.
What he is good at is the close body sword way. However, at this moment, his flying sword is directly over 400 steps, stabbing Lin Xi.
He has always been the most combatant saint in the world. At this distance, when Bian Linghan can't do anything, it's impossible for others to fight him, which is equivalent to a separate fight between him and Lin Xi.
However, in the moment of his flying sword, his dark eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
A cold sword light, with a strong breath, flew out of the forest after the forest night.
In this moment, Lin Xi moved the big black string.
When a bang.
The black light hit the Qiyao flying sword accurately.
And in the next moment, this when there is no intermittent, has been in the continuous.
Because no one knows how Lin Xi can hit Qi Yao's flying sword more quickly than he feels, but Qi Yao's flying sword is only under this slow speed. The cold sword light flying out of the forest has stopped Qi Yao's magic sword. In this breath, we don't know how many times hard Sheng collided.
And every time the impact, the cold sword light, are trying their best.
This kind of impact is exactly like a sword master, hitting another sword master's body with his own body.
I heard that Cang Yue coughed softly, and the corners of his mouth coughed up blood.
All the leaves in the forest were smashed by strong sword Qi and Yuan Qi concussion, revealing the figure of Weiyang of Nangong.
Nangong Weiyang's nostrils are also dripping blood, but her face is serious and calm, just like the expression of the students in the private school when they are seriously copying homework.
Hearing that Cang Yue can take the way of fighting to save her soul power as much as possible by suffering some damage to her body, she can also.
But in this way of fighting, it is impossible for her to keep her soul power.