Bright red blood splashed and fell on the pitch-black blade.
At this time, Hei Yiren's sleeves were already moving towards An Lin with murderous intent, even faster than An Lin's triple explosive state.
An Lin didn't dodge, the Shengxie sword entangled Liufeng, and at the same time attached to his powerful soul, swung across the space, and slashed directly at Hei Yiren's neck!
He wants to behead the Hei Yi people again, even if the vitality of the blood race is so abnormal that there will always be a critical point, once the critical point is exceeded, even a god will die!
Besides, this sword slash with the power of his blood and soul might be more effective!
Hei Yiren found that An Lin didn't care about her counterattack, and her pretty face became a little more stern. No one dared to underestimate her in the state of Wulianhua!
The pitch-black, smooth ground that has been assimilated by her Shinto is her stage. She who dances with long sleeves on the stage is the only scenery in this world, anyone will be eclipsed in front of her!
She tapped her toes, her waist was twisted, her black clothes were elegant, carrying a faint fragrance, her slender and slim body leaned to the side like a ghost.
An Lin's wind sword was about to fail, but he changed his moves in the air and changed his trajectory!
Hei Yiren's face changed drastically. What kind of reaction speed is needed to keep up with her dance steps
"Looking for death!" She snorted coldly, and the long sleeves of both hands had already chased An Lin's back.
An Lin's sword fell down without hesitation. The blade tore the woman's black cloud dress, drawing a bloodstain on her round and white shoulder, and at the same time, Hei Yiren's sleeve hit An Lin's back heavily.
The power surged up like mountains and seas.
An Lin felt as if his back was being hit by hundreds of sacred mountains, and there was a terrifying tearing sensation from his divine body, even the bones were overwhelmed, and there was a slight crack from the impact.
"Pfft..." Qi and blood surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
An Lin was sent flying for thousands of meters.
Hei Yiren turned around lightly, the corners of her delicate mouth slightly raised, and her black eyes were full of disdain: "It's really stupid that you plan to exchange injuries with me? Can you afford it?"
After all, she provocatively brushed the wound on her shoulder with her green fingers, stained with blood, stretched out her tongue to lick it, narrowed her eyes slightly, and groaned softly, seemingly enjoying it.
An Lin got up from the ground, seeing the behavior of the Hei Yiren, he couldn't help laughing.
In the eyes of the Heiyi people, she has made money, but they don't know...
In An Lin's eyes, she has been instantly killed! !
Seeing An Lin's expression, Hei Yi felt a little unhappy in his heart.
It's obvious that she gained the advantage, but that man showed such a wretched smile, it's really hateful!
She stepped on her toes, and brushed towards An Lin again like a frightened bird. The sleeves were as light as fog, and with the darkest and most desperate power, they enveloped the man not far away.
An Lin just stood there without moving, looking at her expectantly, his expression was full of victory, which made her feel even more restless and uneasy.
The Heiyiren thought of the mad Emperor Anmang who was still in the holy land of the blood race, the most powerful holy son in the past, but now his hair was disheveled, and he kept chanting "what is the ancestor, what is the way", and the whole person was useless...
She knew that it was very likely that An Lin did all of this. So her contempt before was just a strategic contempt, but she still attaches great importance to it in actual combat.
So, what does An Lin's smile mean
Inexplicably, Hei Yiren felt that An Lin's smile was a bit pervasive. She danced her sleeves and slammed into An Lin like a dragon: "Wu Lianhua, Xiuyun!"
The pitch-black sleeve carried a force of billions of jun, and it hit the opponent directly.
Even if it is a super power in the Dao realm, if you take this blow hard with your body, you will be hit to pieces!
Boom! !
The energy of the Divine Dao forms an impact, surging for hundreds of miles.
Layers of sleeves that fell like meteorites collided and landed on the green turtle shell on An Lin's exterior. The turtle shell trembled violently, but there was no sign of it being broken.
"It's so tough..." Hei Yiren's face changed slightly.
The uneasiness in the blood emperor's heart became more and more intense. An Lin could dodge and fight back, but he chose the most cowardly defense. Was he waiting for something
"Plop..."
Suddenly, her heart beat fast.
The blood in his body boiled inexplicably, it was a kind of destruction brought about by extreme exercise and sublimation!
"Ah...!" The Heiyiren Emperor's face was flushed, his upturned chest heaved violently under the cloud clothes, his plain hands were covering his heart, his eyes were sometimes blurred and sometimes clear.
"This power, I feel every cell in my body jumping up..." She looked at An Lin in shock, "You... What did you do to me?"
An Lin released the state of hiding, and smiled at the woman in front of him whose face was so flushed that she couldn't walk. With a magnetic voice, she said solemnly: "Do you want to understand the true meaning of life? Do you want the real meaning of life?" Alive? The Holy Blood will give you the answer..."
Hei Yiren froze for a moment, then recalled the situation when An Lin was so frightened that he slashed his sword before, his pupils shrank suddenly: "So it's your blood... you poisoned it?!"
"No, it's not poison, but my blood itself is poisonous." An Lin sneered.
"Ah...!" Hei Yiren exclaimed again, her breathing was rapid, her snow-white skin was flushed strangely, and her whole body was trembling, as if she was resisting a special force.
"It's always going to be a little painful the first time, but you'll get used to it and enjoy it later on." Seeing this, An Lin comforted him with a smile.
Hei Yiren: "..."
The blood race of the Dao Realm is not a fool, so they naturally know the uniqueness of An Lin's blood.
That kind of extremely pure blood can make the blood of the whole body boil and tremble. This is the power of destruction! Do not die in destruction, but be reborn in this destruction!
"Ah..." Hei Yiren's coquettish voice was mixed with a bit of sweetness.
She bowed slightly, her slender legs were close together, and her hands were clutching her chest tightly. Her white and tender skin was moist and dripping with sweat. From An Lin's angle, he could still see two smears of white under Yunshang's collar.
On the city wall, some monks who couldn't help but pay attention to Anlin's battle were a little confused and shocked.
"The battle between An Lin and the Hei Yi people was so strange. After a few fights, they stopped suddenly."
"Emperor Hei Yiren looks so painful, is he under a spell?"
"How do I look, Hei Yiren's expression is a bit cool... No, it should be ecstasy."
"..., what did Sect Master An Lin do?"
No matter what everyone said, An Lin held back the Hei Yi people, which ushered in a great change in the battle situation of both sides.
No matter what level of battlefield it is, the Kyushu Allied Forces have already begun to take the upper hand!
Xu Xiaolan stood pretty on the phoenix, looking at the orgasm-faced Hei Yiren on the ground, and the smiling An Lin, even though she knew what they were doing, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching.
(end of this chapter)