In the Immortal Hall, in the killing realm, the phoenix body fights against the deity, the king of hell sings softly, and the purple light rises, illuminating the night.
The illusory moon hangs high in the sky, the killing territory where the laws converge, and the battle between the two bodies has lasted for hundreds of rounds.
Phoenix fights the unparalleled foundation with extreme speed.
The same body, emotionless eyes, Su Yi swings the sword, the sword condenses water, fire, wind and thunder, the source aura is agitated, and the power is endlessly sublimated.
The terrifying source breath rose into the clouds under the moon sky, and the most powerful sword made people tremble all over.
Seeing this, Ning Chen saw the King of Hell reunited with Feng Yuan, flames all over his body, sword intent erupted, and circled out.
"East Sunshine"
The sword style confluences the martial arts of the celestial scriptures, a divine sun appears in the world, and when the dawn arrives, the sword will follow.
The sword collided with the sword, the rising sun in the east shook the water, fire, wind and thunder, and with a loud noise, the phoenix body retreated again, and took advantage of the situation to jump into the air, slashing with a sword, magnificent sword light, and nine days of shocking change.
"Nirvana"
The Sword of Nirvana, the ultimate sword on the sword, turned into a stream of shocking swords that swept through the void and swept towards Suyi.
The strongest sword came to face, Su Yi waved her left hand, and her thoughts came to the forefront. The strongest sword and sword gathered the power of the four volumes, and the reincarnation turned, and the strongest move came forward to meet the sword.
There was a sudden shock, Su Yi took a step back, a smear of blood spilled on her shoulders, and the sword that entered the body was just a tiny bit short.
On the other hand, the phoenix body retreated several feet, the blood on the arm continued to drip, dyeing the red Yan Wang Shenfeng.
Zhu Hong sprinkled the dust, knowing that his fate stumbled a few steps, and he was defeated by a great move, and his injuries became more and more serious.
Equal sword intent and different foundations make the balance of battle tilt more and more.
"come again"
Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, Huang Quan forbidden to enter the body, sealed the injury, and maintained his peak combat power.
The next moment, the shadow who stepped on the body swept out again, and the two swords merged again. One sword was fast, the other was strong, and the unparalleled swordsmanship composes the most beautiful prologue of life and death.
The body in the mirror, the figure in front of the body, the same face, cannot coexist two people, two swords, the battle will change to the sky.
The blood spilled, dyed the red clothes and red clothes. Although the clothes are strong, they can't completely stop the red clothes. The injuries are exchanged, not equivalent, but they cannot be stopped.
Fast, still fast, lack of foundation, knowing fate can only make up for it with speed, the sword is like a fright, and it is difficult to identify.
In the endless red shadow, Suyi is as motionless as a mountain, and life is the supplement. The three volumes of martial arts are rotated, and the powerful power can overwhelm the speed of the phoenix.
However, the faster and faster Hongyi, regardless of the injury, has reached the highest speed in the world, surpassing the peak in an instant.
"The true meaning of the sword is to be fast, accurate, and focused. Simply pursuing moves will only go farther and farther."
In the past, at the end of the world, Mu Bai gave the sword, and the sword opened the sky, simple and unpretentious, the sword was endless at the extreme, only the original one.
"Sword..."
Thinking about it, thinking about it, in order to break the fate of its own suppression, the red clothes are calm, and the body is scattered. Above the peak, the only one, the most splendid sword in life, the sword crosses, returns to the truth.
A sword that has never been seen before, in the magnificent and splendid splendor, the heaven and the earth are mixed together, a sword, dividing time and space, a sword shocking.
Ka, with a small crisp sound, the only sword that the King of Hell could not bear, shattered at the sound.
Looking at it, the broken sword entered the body, the plain clothes dissipated, the battle stopped, the wind stopped in an instant, and a touch of scarlet fell silently.
Still, still, the stillness makes people palpitate. Suddenly, the blood sprayed like rain all over the body in red. After surpassing the peak, the physical body was unbearable and gradually collapsed.
Watching the sword, comprehending the sword, walking the sword, forcibly casting the unfinished only sword, and eventually devouring himself.
The killing environment dissipated, the dim fairy hall, Bobo blood stained red under the body, Yan Wang Duanfeng flew to the side, kneeling on the ground in red, covered in blood, and did not get up for a long time.
A violent cough sounded, the blood of Pobo overflowed between the fingers, and the Fu Guanghua, the substitute for life, shone, and after a while, it was pressed down again.
Not yet, at least, at least…
Broken Sword propped up the heavily wounded body, and staggered to the front of the broken sword, his eyes flashed with sadness.
The phoenix appeared, swallowed the broken sword in two, and the sword of Hell King disappeared.
He has practiced swords all his life, people and swords have worked together, and they have been in the same boat for more than ten years. Although due to physical reasons, Yan Wang Shenjian has never recognized this master, but it is no longer as exclusive as it was at first.
Due to the limitation of aptitude, Zhiming couldn't feel the breath of the sword. However, after having been with him for more than ten years, every sound of the sword movement was extremely familiar.
This is the sword of the King of Hell, and it is also the sword of the ghost girl. She knows her destiny and inherits the sword. People and swords follow each other all the way, and they have gone through every step of resurrecting the ghost girl.
Today, the sword is broken, from now on, people walk alone.
Inside the phoenix shadow, above the demon sword, the brilliance gradually dimmed.
Bang, there was a violent shock, the sound of the killing realm shattering, the white figure appeared, and the dress was stained with a little vermilion, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.
"Are you out, let's go"
Ning Chen calmed down, glanced at the woman, and said tiredly.
Jiang Li looked at the former, Liu eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, there seemed to be something wrong, but he couldn't tell.
"cough cough"
After walking for a few steps, a violent cough sounded, Ning Chen stood still, blood kept spilling out of his right hand covering his mouth, and the red clothes were stained again.
Jiang Li's eyes burst into a gleam of brilliance, his injury was so serious.
"Do you want to do it? You have another chance. If you fail again, I will not spare your life."
Ning Chen wiped the blood from his mouth and said.
"Humph"
Jiang Li snorted coldly, stepped forward, and did not choose to take action. For this lunatic who doesn't even care about his own life, it is not wise to act rashly.
In this immortal hall, every step is unknown, and she doesn't need to fight to the death here.
In the dim fairy hall, the two of them walked forward, not knowing where to go. The road that no one has set foot on for countless years, even the bones turned into fly ashes.
After walking for a long time, a strange hall appeared in front of the two of them, and there was only a huge Tianchi in sight. However, the water in the pool had already dried up, and not a drop was left.
"The Immortal Pond"
Jiang Li was shocked when he saw the shape of Tianchi in front of him, and lost his voice.
Ning Chen turned his eyes and said, "Is the Immortal Transformation Pond that Miss Jiang said looks like this?"
"kindness"
Jiang Li regained his senses and replied in a deep voice, "Except for some differences in size, everything else is basically the same."
Ning Chen heard the words, his eyes narrowed, it seems that a long time ago, someone in the sky came to the fairy palace.
"Let's go and look elsewhere"
After watching for a while, Ning Chen turned around and left the hall, and walked towards the other side. There is nothing special about this place, so staying here is useless.
Jiang Li followed and continued to move forward together.
The two walked for more than an hour, and the road ahead became darker and darker between their minds and doubts.
"Blood"
Suddenly, Ning Chen paused, looking at the blood stained bluestone in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, something was wrong.
There is someone in the Immortal Palace, or someone has been here!
Jiang Li also found something wrong, and his heart sank a little. In terms of the years of the Immortal Palace, even the bones have already been turned into ashes, and these blood stains were obviously left for a short time.
The place where the blood is left is the only way ahead. The two have no choice but to continue to move forward, cautiously guarding their hearts.
Just when the two walked to the fourth hour, there was a fork on the road ahead, two identical roads leading to the unknown dim world.
"Which way to go?" Jiang left his mouth and said.
"left"
Ning Chen chose one at random and moved on.
Jiang Li didn't say much, and followed with steps. They were both coming here for the first time, and no one could know what they would encounter on these two roads, so it made no difference to them which one they chose.
Tick tock, water droplets fell from the top of the Immortal Hall. In this silent darkness, it seemed so clear that the more and more we walked on the damp road, it made people feel uneasy for a while.
Ning Chen walked a few steps, suddenly staggered under his feet, vomited out a mouthful of blood, dyed the bluestone in front of him red.
"cough cough"
With a violent cough, the red light transpired, and Ning Chen forced Feng Yuan to smash the wound, but he saw blood gushing out of his body like a mist, and the cracked meridians burst open, instantly bathing in blood.
When Jiang Li saw this, his eyes shrank. He was not seriously injured, but was about to end.
However, why, what this person can do, how can he be so seriously injured in the killing environment, if she can break through, he should also be able to.
Jiang Li didn't know that, knowing the fate of the three in one, the mirror body to kill the realm, the difficulty is many times more difficult than her.
Forced to perform unfinished moves, after surpassing the peak, it will fall silently.
As the old saying goes, you can die in the morning after hearing the Dao, knowing that you can see the only sword, the meridians of the whole body have been completely shattered by the force of backlash, one day of life, and time to the end of life.
"It's sad, you're calculating, you didn't expect that you would end up like this," Jiang Li sneered.
Ning Chen ignored it, covered the blood that was constantly overflowing from his mouth with one hand, supported the wall of the Immortal Palace with the other, and walked forward tiredly.
Time was running out, and he couldn't waste any more time.
Jiang Li followed indifferently, she wanted to see how desolate this person's final outcome would be.
At the fifth hour, Ning Chen even had a hard time walking, but he still walked hard and never said a word.
Not far ahead, on the wall, a black stone door appeared, which was inconspicuous. However, the stone door was obviously opened, and there were clear cracks in the stone moss on the wall.
Ning Chen's gradually dim eyes rose with a faint light that could not be traced, he supported the damp wall beside him, and walked towards the stone gate.
In the rumbling sound, the stone door opened, and the sight of it was shocking.
At this moment, in the north of Zhongzhou, in the sky above Beiyu City, the twins who fought to the point of life and death have reached the peak of their combat power. style. In the entanglement of the water sleeves, the black light of the tears of the funeral flowers flourished, and a blade of light shot straight into the nine heavens. Above the nine heavens, the void was split open, and black butterflies were flying, just like the butterflies flying out of hell. People intuitively feel the deep-rooted depression
.
"Butterfly Dance, Hades"
Behind the magic butterfly, Qi Yan's wings spread. At this moment, the entire space within a thousand miles of the Northern Imperial City seemed to be frozen by Sen Han's coldness.
Zhao Liusu's eyes shrank, Na Yuan lifted his anger, and his body was pushed to the limit.
"Uh" with a muffled groan, the light of the knife smashed the roulette and slashed across the body of the purple-clothed girl. In an instant, time seemed to stop, and in the gushing blood, the purple-clothed girl fell from the sky and slammed into the ground.