Chapter 906

"Sword array" Ding Yi roared, driven by both hands. The sword light in the air flashed like a meteor. Fifteen handled swords roared out, forming a sword array that covered the whole body of the death emissary.

Dang, Dang, Dang, the scene was full of sword Qi, the sword was strong in the sky, the sword array was hanged, fierce and fierce, and at least killed hundreds of death envoys in one instant.

Ding Yi now understands the power of Yingwang's swordsmanship. The more swords he sacrifices, the stronger the sword array will be. Besides, he can't avoid it at all. The opponent will either fight hard or break it.

Strength is not as good as Ding Yi. He is dead in a moment. He has to be hanged to pieces like Zhitian Haoran.

If he is stronger than Ding Yi, he will fight hard unless he explodes the sword array.

Other people's magic and supernatural powers can evade. If they can't fight, they will run away. Ding Yi's sword array will come out, either you die or I live. It doesn't give people the chance to evade.

"Wow!" the death emissary uttered a cry of grief and anger. After a burst of sword light, his whole body was covered with blood and his sword was inserted into his body. Fifteen swords were stabbed on his body.

If he had not been physically tough and far more than human beings, he would have been torn apart and smashed.

It's too strong. At this time, Ding Yi has only two feelings in his heart.

First, the sword array taught by Yingwang is too strong. If all the fifteen swords have the quality of Xunyuan sword, or if they are replaced with fifteen top-quality spirit weapons, he is sure that he will kill the death messenger with one sword.

The second feeling is that the deathmaker is too strong.

This is just a little bit of his mind coming, not the real body, and borrowed the body of other monsters.

Without his powerful idea, Ding Yi would have cut the body of the monster to pieces.

He won 15 swords, which is no different from not winning. His body repair ability is stronger than Ding Yi.

I saw his body tremble, and a burst of black gas that can be seen by the naked eye surged up all over his body. The black gas wrapped his body. The next moment, Dangdang Dang, the feather sword inserted in his body broke one after another, and his wound was healing quickly.

"Whoa, whoa," the deathmaker roared again, shaking his body.

Finally, the tomb can no longer support, boom, collapse, into a pile of ruins.

"Wuwu" at this time, a long cry came out from behind him, and then clattered, a large area of rock and soil splashed everywhere. Shi Tianhu came out from the ground, still holding one thing in his hand.

It was like a piece of ice. When Ding Yi saw it, he felt that it was cold all around, like winter.

The ghost mirror has been unearthed.

Shi Tianhu said that Ding Yi dug out the ghost mirror from the ground when he was fighting with the death messenger.

When "Wuwu" Shi Tianhu came out, the tomb collapsed, almost burying him and Ding Yi. However, they are all powerful people. Shi Tianhu broke the ground directly with one hand and jumped back to the ground.

Ding Yi suffered a heavy loss today. I don't know how many handle swords are gone.

Although it's said that Xuanyuan sword can constantly split and produce Zijian, Ding Yi knows that this is tantamount to consuming his own strength.

When he used to be in the divine realm, every time he changed a new sword, he would lose 10000 Xuanqi.

Now he's a human immortal. When he makes a new sword, it also consumes his Xuanqi, which can be said to be true Qi.

If he keeps consuming, he will also lose strength.

"Go." He didn't want to fight with the death Messenger, and jumped back to the ground from the collapsed tomb.

He and Shi Tianhu flew up almost at the same time and wanted to leave here.

Ba, at this moment, there was a loud noise in the void, like a whip burst in mid air.

As Ding Yi swept away, the long tail of the death emissary fell into the air.

As soon as Shi Tianhu got up, he was hit by a whip and his long tail hit his legs. He pulled Shi Tianhu to the ground and fell down on a pile of rotten soil.

"Wuwu" Shi Tianhu turns around, shakes his hand, and the ghost mirror flies to Ding Yi.

Ding Yi reached out to pick it up, but before the mirror arrived, he felt the cold and shivered.

Suddenly he didn't want to pick up, but the mirror came in front of him, so he had to gnash his teeth and pick it up in his hand.

Now, Chi Chi, a cold current passed from the mirror to his right hand. A piece of frost appeared on his right hand. It spread all the way to his arm, and the whole right hand was frozen.

And the frost is spreading all over my body.

Originally, he was flying. At this time, his whole body was numb. He felt frozen and stiff. He fell down from the air.

Pit father, father-in-law, you can't pit me. Ding Yi is very depressed.

However, Ding Yi's reaction is also quick. When he falls to the ground, he points his left hand a little.

"Sun hanging sword"

This is the first time he has used Xuanmen magic power since he became a human immortal.

Brush, the body lights up, the scene is like a raging fire, the temperature rises sharply.

The freezing sensation of the whole body immediately disappeared.

"Ah ah" at this time, xiaoxianchong called.

"Why, my little ancestor?" Ding Yi is flustered.

"No, it doesn't seem to work."

Pit dad, you pit me, too? We agreed to deal with the dead.

Ding Yi will vomit blood as soon as he hears it. You can brag a little bit. If you can't, you can still say you can.

I wish I were older. Xiaoxianchong anyway is this sentence, not convinced: "you let me eat more, I grow fast."

What would you like to eat? You can't eat this mirror. You still boast. If you have the ability, blow it up a little bit.

What do you do fiercely? You should be able to find more than 100000 years of xianbingcao, youlanzhi, more than one million years of flame fruit, yuchonggu and so on. I eat them and they grow very fast. Who makes you useless and can't find them.

"---" Ding Yijue and xiaoxianchong are unable to communicate.

These ghost things mentioned by xiaoxianchong are all herbal elixirs only in the fairyland. Who do you think I am?

The communication between one person and one insect is all done in a flash. Despite all the content, Ding Yi's brain is full now. In a tenth of a second, he has already finished communicating with xiaoxianchong.

Almost at the same time, bang, the death emissary's hands fell down, covering Ding Yi's head.

Ding Yi quickly retreats with a ghost mirror in his hand.

Ba, there was a loud noise in the air. The death emissary's tail was fast and urgent. He chased Ding Yi's figure and pulled hard.

Ding Yiren was in the middle of the sky, his mind moved, clang, clang. The sword with several handles appeared out of thin air, wheezing. The tail of the death messenger was divided into two parts from the middle.

I'm going to be ecstatic.

The tail, which was divided into two parts, whizzed and split into two, but turned into two whips, and castrated.

Bang, Ding Yi is black in front of his eyes and is hit by one of his tails.

"Not good." As soon as he turned his head, he felt the big hand falling from his head. He held Ding Yi in his hand again.

This is the second time that Ding Yi has been caught by the death emissary.

For the first time, he happened to get through the robbery. With the help of the robbery, he broke the hand of the death emissary. Well, he was caught again.

When he was caught by this big hand, his whole body felt bad. The strong breath of death, decay and decay passed on to his armor like a plague.

There's a lot of alarms. It's dangerous. It's dangerous. It's very dangerous.

Shi Tianhu on the side of "Wuwu" roared angrily. His figure was as fast as lightning. He immediately approached, and hit the death emissary on the back with his fist.

The death emissary's body moves. It doesn't hurt at all.

Ignore him, big mouth open, face actually smile.

"Good, good --- your body is much stronger than the monster. It's just a change of body --- ha ha." Just then, a terrible voice came into Ding Yi's mind.

"It's hard." Ding Yi, who was held by the death emissary in the palm of his hand, immediately thought of Cui Dong, Zheng, Zheng, Zheng, and once again offered his twenty-eight handle sword.

This time out of the sacrifice, he obviously felt tired, and knew that he was overdrawn his strength and spirit, as well as Xuanqi.

At the scene, the sword was bright and powerful. Starting from the hand of the death emissary, Chi La Chi first smashed the big hand holding Ding Yi, and then twisted the whole body of the death emissary into pieces.

"How could that be?" Ding Yijue's happiness came too suddenly. It was just 28 swords, and none of them broke the hand of the deathmaker. Unexpectedly, it broke his whole body now.

At this moment, he was surprised to see a black line flashed across his eyebrows.

A small black smoke, whizzing like silk, came into Ding Yi's eyes.

"Ah." Ding Yi covered his eyes and stepped back.

Hiss, the next moment, he felt cold, death, decay, decay, all kinds of breath in his body.

The devil's in.