The black aura that was surging in the sky, after this fatal palm, was surging and scattered endlessly.
Behind the gorgeous battle armor in front of him, his black hair danced and his appearance changed. He was cold and ruthless, activating his true essence and threatening his life.
The blood was dripping from the severely wounded Benjiangkou, and the breath was extremely unstable, almost dissipating. However, at the last moment, the black energy returned and re-gathered in the former's body.
"It's not dead"
Ning Chen snorted coldly, grabbed his right hand, and in the back of the Black Water Army, a mahogany box opened, and the green sparrow came out of its sheath and flew into the battle.
Holding the sword knowingly, the aura of the whole body suddenly changed, and the sword was stern and piercing.
He was hit hard, and Benjiang's true qi was hard to lift, and he lost the absolute suppression of his cultivation.
"Meng Xuanji, I'll leave it to you"
With other tasks, Ning Chen was reluctant to fight, he drank, and his figure swept out. At the same time, a beautiful figure swept in, and the battle situation changed instantly.
The gilded feathers were sharp and threatening, passing by and killing them, trapping Wu Guan's pace.
In the battle between the Marquis of Kaixuan and the Demon Lord, he knew his destiny to participate in the battle.
Ronglou was shocked, he waved his sword to block the move, and the two swords collided, causing a huge explosion, and the sand and dust were frantic.
JianBodhi then withdrew, and Soluo led the charge to fight the Eternal Night Devil together with Zhiming.
In the blink of an eye, all the opponents had been exchanged. In the planning, they all performed their duties. The Marquis of Triumph and Meng Xuanji mainly delayed and prevented Ronglou and Benjiang from rushing to help.
In the most important battle situation, Jian Bodhi and Ning Chen teamed up to fight the Demon Lord, and the two swords locked the Demon Sword. Today, they are going to bring the Emperor back.
"Magic Sword, Burial Heaven"
The devil waved the magic sword in the hands of the devil, the sword intent was thousands of ways, and the sword of burial came out.
Fighting again, the power was completely different, Ning Chen's expression was full of solemnity, the phoenix shape gathered, submerged into his body, and a sword swirled sharply, breaking out of the air.
They slammed into each other, and withdrew knowingly, the ancient sauro sword approached, with golden light shining brightly, and then fought against the magic sword.
One retreats, the other advances, and the tacit cooperation is flawless. However, the emperor with the magic sword in his hand is not afraid at all.
Rong Lou and Benjiang were shocked. Although they knew that this Demon Lord was not simple, they did not expect to be so strong.
King Haowu of Da Xia was not weaker than others in his life.
Huaguang with three swords merging, slashing through the splendid splendor of killing under the rising sun, the most intense confrontation, a moment of distraction, is the end of the body and the soul.
"Friend, your sword is too weak," the demon said, cold as an abyss, with no emotion in his dark eyes, he gave up everything, only the sword in his hand can be trusted.
"Don't be influenced" Jian Bodhi swung his sword to block the edge of the magic sword and said solemnly.
Ning Chen nodded, without saying a word, the blue bird condensed frost, and the sword moved as fast as a gust of wind.
The relationship between the sword and the sword was mutually appreciated at first, and later, life and death supported each other. Now, life and death are opposite, how cruel. However, the only way to bring back friends is to win on the sword.
The magic sword, the imperial sword, trembled in the wind, the killing light scattered, and there were terrifying sword marks around the two of them.
Jian Bodhi wields his sword to help, and the light of sarahua flows around, using the Buddha to overcome the demons, doing his best to help the powerful demons in front of him.
The other two battlefields, the Marquis of Triumph and Meng Xuanji, are also not easy to drag, but this battle cannot be lost, and the two can only do their best to persevere.
The blood splashed on the three-way battlefield, and for the persistence in their hearts, no one was willing to give in half a cent.
The fierce battle is shocking. The strongest people in the world are all gathered in the battlefield. Between them, snowflakes and blood flowers bloom the most gorgeously on the ferry of life and death.
"The scroll of the earth, the earth turns a thousand times"
When the earth rolled out, the earth roared and rose, showing a concave shape, and quickly closed in the middle, with a bang, the trapped demon.
"Magic Sword, Reincarnation"
After the reincarnation, a half-moon sword qi cut off the earth, and the figure of Xuanyi swept out, and instantly came to Zhiming.
Ning Chen took a half step back, Qingque turned around, fierce Xueguang, retrograde anti-magic.
Quick sword confrontation, one is fast, the other is faster, the two strongest in the younger generation, at this moment, the real life and death confrontation, without reservation, the top can do, shocking the world.
Strong, still strong, only when I saw it with my own eyes did I realize that the former king and marquis of the Great Xia had become so terrifyingly strong.
Ling Yuan appeared on the top, which was a vision of heaven and earth with the fighting spirit reaching its limit.
The duel between best friends is not for hatred, not for hatred, but for an opportunity. Give yourself a chance and give the other party a chance.
The road ahead is difficult, accompanied by the sound of the sword, life and death are bound together, one person is lost, no matter how difficult it is, he has to reach out and pull him back.
"The scroll of the earth, the earth destroys the mountain"
The falling sword light soaring into the sky scorched the whole body, and the endless sword intent surged like a rain of swords in the retrograde direction, majestic and unavoidable.
The devil jumped up, the magic sword was swirling around, and it swayed round and round, and immediately fell from the sky, falling into the sky, carrying the supreme magical power, and breaking the sword rain.
The two swords and swords slammed against each other, the aftermath shook, the sky was shattered, and the dust was stirred up.
The splendid battle made people couldn't help but look sideways. In the distance, the strong men of the Black Water Army were silent. If such a powerful emperor was not forced into the devil, what would be the fear of others in today's Daxia.
Unfortunately, there has never been an assumption in the world that the enchanted emperor, who is completely slaughtered, can no longer see the slightest warmth of humanity.
The sword light flashed across his ears, his black hair fell, he held the sword in his backhand, and swept across the sky, and a sword blocked it. The rustling wind could not keep up with the changes in the sword's edge. This battle did not turn around until one side fell. If you lose, you will end.
I don't know since when, Jian Bodhi has withdrawn from the battle, the ancient sword has returned to its sheath, the branches and leaves of the sara are rustling, the golden brilliance is dazzling, and the Buddha's essence is gathered.
The most unforgivable battle is becoming more and more nervous. A sword is held by the devil, and it is also determined to persevere.
With a bang, the sword was clearly divided, and the magic sword went retrograde, streaking across a splendid flower of blood.
Ning Chen endured the injury, turned his sword stance, and swung away the magic sword. At the same time, his left hand reached out and clasped the former's right shoulder.
The wind and snow were turbulent, the extreme freezing air was surging, and the scroll of life urged to its peak, forcing the demons to act.
"senior"
Ning Chen drank, in the wind and snow, his aura rose wildly, Feng Ming burst into the sky, and a dazzling blood mist burst out.
The demonic energy was under pressure, violently backlashed, and surged out like a tide. The most direct foundation and cultivation level confronted each other, making the battle situation enter the most dangerous stage.
The corners of Ning Chen's mouth, blood kept dripping, endured the pain, and bought time for Jian Bodhi.
Outside the battle situation, the Bodhi Dharma finger moves, the sara guides the light, and the six-character mantra of Buddhism comes out, turning into a chain of golden swastikas, trapping the devil.
Double pressure on the demon king, the scroll of life intensifies the power of the Buddha chain, trapping the emperor in it.
The turbulent demonic energy, the cold air, and the Buddha's essence collided sharply between heaven and earth. Bodhi, Zhiming, and the corners of the devil's mouth were all dyed red. The terrifying fluctuation of true essence, tremors, and large cracks rumbled open.
Jian Bodhi and Ning Chen went one step further and swallowed their injuries. At this most critical moment, there was no room for any failure.
The lock-shaped swastika chain continued to rotate, and with the cooperation of the two, they finally submerged into the demon's body a little bit, forcibly locking the surging demonic energy.
Seeing the success, Ning Chen withdrew from the battle on this side, his figure passed by, and instantly came to Meng Xuanji, who was in the most critical situation.
"retreat"
With an order, the four quickly left the battlefield and swept toward the army behind.
The devil and the devil sword were all taken away, and the difficult battle was followed by the final chapter.
Benjiang wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and watched the four retreat, his eyes surging with murderous intent, but he did not chase.
Knowing the fate of the group, it is obvious that they have come prepared, and now they are chasing, there may be something ambush waiting for them.
The four of them arrived at the Blackwater Army camp. After a major battle, they were all severely injured.
Ning Chen, Meng Xuanji, and Jian Boti did not stay for too long. After temporarily stabilizing their injuries, they rushed towards the Daxia Imperial City with the enchanted emperor.
In the Marquis of Zhiming Mansion, in a sealed stone room, the demon stood still, with deep eyes, indifferent and calm, and still couldn't see half a minute of turbulence.
Before the stone room, Bodhi recited the Dharma mantra, muddled the heavenly language, and transformed into one after another world-transcending Buddha light, pressing down on the devil.
There was a flash of pain in the eyes of the demon, and with the words of the Buddha that were continuously suppressed, blood flowed silently from his eyes and ears.
The unyielding devil, without a word, bears the pain, and his tall and straight body never bends.
Outside the stone room, Ning Chen looked at his friend who was bleeding constantly from Qiqiao. Although he couldn't bear it, he forced his heart down.
Sunset and sunrise, from night to early morning, and then from morning to day, walking in the middle, the Buddha said that he will pass the world, and constantly purify the devilish energy in the devil.
Days and nights have passed, and the demons are still unyielding, and the demons that cannot be saved, even the supreme Dharma, will not have any effect at all.
The devil's eyes closed, blood dripped drop by drop, and under the power of Buddha, he fell like a sword slaughtering his body.
Bodhi waved his hand, Solo opened the front, the ups and downs of the demon, the Buddha's essence on the sword, constantly falling, half an hour later, Bodhi withdrew, and the door of the stone room slowly closed.
"Can't you?" Ning Chen asked with a trace of bitterness on his face.
"The devil's energy eats the heart and cannot be purified. In addition, there is even worse news. This person's life and soul are not in the body, they should have been taken away by someone," Jian Boti said condensedly.
Ning Chen heard the words, his eyes suddenly turned cold, his three souls were incomplete, and his life and death could not be controlled by himself. With Ziyi's strength, even Benjiang and the leader of Yongye couldn't easily suppress it. Who took this soul away? clear.
"Ning Chen, what's wrong with the emperor?"
Xin Yu came with Ruoxi's support, her delicate face still had a morbid pallor, and the cold wind blew and trembled slightly. Ning Chen took off the clothes on his body and put it on him. He wiped away the bitterness and coldness in his eyes, and said gently, "It's not a big problem, it's just that it's a little troublesome to remove the demonic energy from Ziyi's body, but I will find a solution as soon as possible. , didn't you say that among us, I am the smartest person, these little things will soon be resolved" ydfmZz96mT/6DW2w/SFOM5U0SBbJf3l4bR90P6XHQP2KnBRC9hrXM9LgR6aHukFZh2TWvicZ0qEms38YcwNsaA==