"It's okay, it's okay..." Luo Xingchen's warm hand, holding Mo Xiaoxun's cold hand, was flustered, his fingers were trembling, his heart was trembling, and tears were already flowing unconsciously.
"Who—get out!"
A Mo was furious, holding a sword in his hand, waving it, cutting out waves of fire, and rushing to the walls on all sides. The walls were burned red, and some stones were directly melted.
"Hehe... Since it's here, how can it be so easy to leave, do you think that the demons are all waste?"
A vague voice came, with echoes, refracted on this mountain wall several times, and I don't know where it came from.
A Mo shouted angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, hide in hiding, get out if you have the ability!"
"Okay, I'll come out, what can you do to me..."
However, in this stone wall, a transparent figure, illusory, stepped directly out of the crack in the stone.
His appearance is like a shadow, making it difficult to see his face.
He strolled in the courtyard, standing in front of A Mo, A Mo roared, cutting out a series of sword intent phantoms, wild sword intent, and fusion into astonishing energy, rushing towards this transparent person at an instantaneous speed!
However, this transparent body flashed past, like a flash of lightning!
He is directly immune to this energy.
Immediately afterwards, ice cones stabbed towards A Mo, but A Mo swung his sword but couldn't stop him. A few ice cones pierced into his body. His blood splashed all over and flew away. With one blow, A Mo was seriously injured. Dying!
Yu Wentao glared, swept toward this phantom assassin with a spear in his hand. His speed was also extremely fast. The guns shot out endlessly. The phantom assassin dodged like a stone, bounced around, as fast as a spot of light. , Unpredictable!
"Chichichichi..."
Another ice cone stabbed, Yu Wentao calmly resisted, and directly chopped the ice cone into water droplets.
"A Mo..."
Luo Xingchen's eyes were tearful, looking at A Mo, who was lying on the ground, convulsed, whose life and death were unknown, his breath was terribly weak!
In an instant, his two friends were seriously injured!
He wants to rush up now and take the madman off his feet!
"Ahem... idiot..."
Mo Xiaoxun clutched Luo Xingchen's hand tightly, coughing, unwilling to let go.
Luo Xingchen was heartbroken and couldn't bear it!
"I save you! I have the artistic conception of life, I can definitely save you, don't be afraid!"
Luo Xingchen suddenly released the six-layer spiritual seal, withered flowers, wrapping him and Mo Xiaoxun's delicate bodies, and constantly putting light spots into Mo Xiaoxun's body!
Mo Xiaoxun's eyes seemed to be unable to open.
"Impossible-I have the artistic conception of life, the artistic conception of life..."
Luo Xingchen was stunned, his heart trembled wildly, his pain was not for life, his eyes were cracked!
At this time, the Tiangong Beast made a faint voice: "Master Chen... IMHO, you have not fully grasped the artistic conception of life, and it is also uncertain. Maybe you went against the sky last time and you can use it once. It can't!
She... is going to die..."
Luo Xingchen shook his head hard, he still didn't believe it!
Jian Jinghong came to A Mo's side and found that A Mo's face was covered with blood stains, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth kept pouring out of his throat.
She felt very distressed, and quickly took out the pill and fed it to A Mo, who was hurt more severely than Mo Xiaoxun!
This is how to do!
A Mo's totem is condensed, a stubborn stone, shiny and flowing, wind and rain will not change his face.
He still doesn't want to die, he has a strong desire to survive, he is fighting against fate, he is struggling hard, wandering between life and death!
However, none of the pills seemed to cure his injuries.
Luo Xingchen is going crazy! The head is going to explode!
"Sister... confront the enemy first!"
A Mo was expressionless, made a faint voice, and glanced at that not far away, fighting the Phantom Assassin!
Yu Wentao showed off the Heavenly Palm, covering hundreds of meters of space directly and covering it down!
The transparent person is like a phantom, calmly avoiding it. In this world, it seems that there is little energy to crack his skills!
Just a distraction, Yu Wentao was also caught.
"Chichichichi..."
Countless ice cones, like Dapeng golden-winged feathers, shuttled away from behind Yu Wentao!
Yu Wentao struggled with luck, but the protective film was directly pierced.
He was hit hard like A Mo, his body shook back dozens of times and collapsed.
In a short instant, this Phantom Assassin severely wounded three people!
Jian Jinghong squinted his eyes, his eyes sharp: "Shadow Blood!"
"Time stops!"
Jian Jinghong tried to slash out a sword, Jian Guang turned into her will, so that all the surrounding comprehensions were turned into silence!
The movement of the Phantom Assassin became stiff and slow!
Jian Jinghong shot out, swung his sword and stabled straight away!
I saw this figure, faintly and completely exposed, it was a demon youth who was stained with murderous intent!
Jian Jinghong's sword is about to succeed just now!
"Abyss of blood!"
Just listening to a loud shout, the palm of blood is always covered in the sky!
Then, a piece of sword intent condensed in the blood mist killing field, poured out from a magic knife, and drowned the sword!
In just an instant, Jian Jinghong was in pain like tears, scarred, and clothes were torn to pieces!
Her time stopped, her energy was insufficient, and it seemed that she could only target one person. This assassin couldn't move, but it was time for the emperor to be prestigious!
"Hmph, it broke our plan, you culprits, still want to go?"
"Break your soul!"
The emperor waved his knife, and the killing air spread, covering hundreds of feet of space. Jian Jinghong and his martial arts realm, not as good as him, his sword intent is also terrifying, Jian Jinghong is the strongest Formation!
"The Eight Desolation Array!"
Jian Jinghong displayed his housekeeping skills and a terrifying formation, breaking through the abyss of blood, and his might is reaching the realm of heaven and man!
This time, the energy of Bahuang gushed out, directly strangling the emperor Ying's body into pieces!
When the minced meat fell on the ground, it slowly began to squirm.
At this moment, the time pause had no effect on the Phantom Assassin.
He only saw his true body changed, piercing ice cones from his palm, and taking the sword straight to startle!
Jian Jinghong's face was cold and calmly swept out an ultimate sword gang, shattering the ice cone!
Immediately afterwards, Jian Jinghong began to have a fierce collision with this demon youth!
A sword was shocking, and this sword was almost about to split the Demon youth in half.
However, the speed of the demon youth almost surpassed the Aurora, reaching the extreme!
"Sneez!" With the help of the earth field, the earth element realm merged with the earth veins. A shocking pressure, like a mountain, smashed against Jian Jinghong, making her unable to breathe, and her speed was stiff.
At this moment, the body of the emperor began to condense and take shape again.
"Sneer!" A cone of ice pierced Jian Jinghong, Jian Jinghong looked eager to see through, and only hated her for not having the Divine Eye of Destroying the World!
The power of the god pupil, even the purple demon of the emptiness and muddy body must be afraid, but it is a pity that it is gone!
However, she seemed to condense an astonishing power of mind, and a bright light came out of her pupils!
The ice cone shattered before her eyes and turned into water droplets.
She yelled: "Yeah—"
The opponent is the Earth Element Realm, integrated with the Earth Veins, and was originally stronger than her. However, with her willpower, her bones are broken, and she has to break out of the siege!
The Eight Desolate Evil Formation, the power is terrifying, this demon youth, trapped by the terrifying formation, has a series of visions, attacking him, there are huge rocks, thunder, fire, and cold water!
The Eight Desolation Cultivation Evil Array, the power from heaven and earth, is all-encompassing, and extinguishes Yin and Yang!
The demon youth, after dodge hundreds of times with unpredictable speed, was finally hit by the thunder, and knelt in the big formation!
"Wan Tian Bing Luo thorn—"
He spread his wings like a big Peng, his tiger body shook, and he shot out a series of transparent ice cones from all over his body, contending with the mighty power of the formation!
Behind Jian Jinghong, the emperor yelled coldly: "Blood slaughter!"
"Shit!" A blood line cut from the back of Jian Jinghong's head, intending to divide her into two!
"Save people..."
Mo Xiaoxun resolutely pushed Luo Xingchen away cruelly, willing to die. Now she only hopes that Luo Xingchen can put herself in the battle with peace of mind.
Luo Xingchen didn't have time to think about it, cold eyes glanced at the emperor and the bloodline of the shadow who were besieging Jian Jinghong alone.
He stepped out step by step, pressing one hand on the hilt of the Devil Sword and slowly pushing.
The sky and the earth showed a cold and killing wind.
Luo Xingchen's eyes were cold, his aura at the moment was too strong.
"Let me see if you can withstand this trick."
He finally took out his strongest hole card.
"The vicissitudes of life, just a moment!"
"laugh-"
When his sharp sword was completely out of its sheath, a series of black particles locked the Emperor Ying and another Demon youth.
Suddenly, their bodies slowly became aging, and their movements gradually became slow...
"How can it be?"
Emperor Ying held his wrinkled, dry and browned palm!
"laugh!"
Jian Jinghong cut him into two with a single sword. His half of his body was squirming on the ground. He wanted to heal, but he became extremely slow!
Jian Jinghong continued, slashing into hundreds of swords, the emperor's body shattered and disappeared completely, leaving only a remnant soul, enduring the scorching sun and screaming!
"Master—"
He screamed, but no one responded. He had to take out the magic weapon to raise the soul, protect his soul, and fled in a hurry.
As for the young man of the Demon Race of the shadow blood, he was trapped in the Eight Desolation Cultivation Array for a long time.
Luo Xingchen's eyes locked on the fleeing shadow bloodline, a light spot appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and he yelled: "Ice formation—"
"Kakkaka..."
The icebergs spread rapidly towards the front, layered on top of each other, endless, and the cold air made the scalp of this demon youth numb and the back chilled!
In the end, he escaped, but he was aging. I was afraid it would take a long time before he returned to normal...
An hour later, Luo Xingchen tried everything but failed to save Mo Xiaoxun.
Mo Xiaoxun's willpower is not as good as A Mo after all.
And A Mo, with a strong desire and dying struggle, took a sigh of relief. Yu Wentao himself is strong, has a protective film, and has a quick reaction ability, so the injury is not serious.
The most helpless is Mo Xiaoxun.
"Daughter, although I have guessed nine out of ten... But, I want to hear you tell me in person, what is her, your mother's name..."
Luo Xingchen's face was full of tears, without thinking, he blurted out: "Lin Yuxian..."
"Heh... I see. I tell you a little secret. I didn't deliberately pester you. She once saved me and taught me... to control the imperial weapon... She is my benefactor, and you are her child..."
"Stop talking, I know it! Go!"
They shuttled through the space tunnel and returned to the Baichuan Continent at the fastest speed. Luo Xingchen tried his best to not let Mo Xiaoxun have an accident!