Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 972: Liaotian
lonely smoke in the desert, yellow sand all over the sky.
The air is like a block of ice, the world is desolate, and only the lonely cold wind whimpers.
"I want to drink wine with my heart, come, ask for my ancient dragon shield, come and get it!" Ouyang Ming looked at Dong Ruyu's fallen body and roared coldly.
He Jian's gaze was dull, looking at Ouyang Ming as if looking at a huge mountain shrouded in black mist, what was revealed was always one of the tiny corners, it seemed that no matter what, he couldn't see through.
Especially when I glanced at Dong Ruyu's body, my heart was even more horrified.
only had one thought left in his heart: "In front of the venerable, blast his offspring head-on? Is this... too domineering?"
For a while, he actually forgot to escape, so he just stayed in place.
It wasn't until Xiaolan moved that he was relieved.
slapped his thigh quickly, his voice eagerly said: "Brother Yu, you go quickly, I have my own way to get out."
Before Ouyang Ming could answer, another voice rang.
"Go? Today, none of you can leave!" Dong Chenyu finally arrived, with strong chills on his body.
He can't wait to cramp the two lowly human races in front of him, why would he let them go like this? With a stride, he caught Dong Ruyu, and gently collapsed the palm of his hand from top to bottom, glaring it round, and closed his eyes with unsatisfying eyes.
said in a low voice: "Ruyu, don't worry, being a father will make them pay for their debts!"
In his heart, there was a volcano that erupted completely. Someone killed his heirs in front of him. This was slapped him in the face, and he was so powerful that he could not hide. Angrily rushed to the crown, every piece of scales on his body stood up.
With a light wave of his right hand, Dong Ruyu's body burned and turned into ashes, scattered among the yellow sand in the sky.
A sliding step, like a **** lightning, chased after him!
He Jian glanced back, with an eager look on his face, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Yu, take Xiaolan away first, and I will hold him."
Ouyang Ming pondered a little: "He is the Venerable, you can't stop it."
Hearing these words, a surging sword intent burst out from He Jian, his face was full of arrogance: "I have a sword, although it is a broken tactic, but it has the power of a step. I used this One move, I fight against the sage as a spirit person, and get away." He paused, and then said: "But there is only one move, but it will consume all the spiritual energy in my dantian." This is also the case. Because Ouyang Ming was besieged by hundreds of blood scorpions before, he did not use this sword to explain.
The fact is the same, once this sword is cut out, he will be useless.
He Jian's eyes moved, his throat moved, he hesitated, and his voice was hoarse: "Help me take care of Xiaolan, she is a hard-failed child. All this has hit her too much today, but he was born in this thief. Mother’s world, no one can do it, who can be alone?"
Ouyang Ming didn't know how to answer, he took a deep look at He Jian. He was also a decisive and straightforward person. Without any hesitation, he nodded his head heavily. With a wave of his sleeve, he took Xiao Lan and turned into a long rainbow, and went away in an instant.
He Jian smiled heartily and said: "He is not born, Xu Aoran, eternal swordsmanship is like a long night! Come and fight! Come and fight!"
Looking at Ouyang Ming's back, he took a deep breath, not knowing what he was thinking.
Two blood swords were reflected in his eyes. When he turned around, it was like a sharp blood sword that could pierce the sky and shatter the stars.
was so bright that people couldn't move his eyes away, and the long sword in his right hand rang out with joyful swords.
"War!" He Jian stood in the air, took out a worn-out jug from the space bag with his left hand, and held a long sword in his right hand.
The white clothes fluttering, the temperament is dusty, and the world is independent, like a sword fairy who can break mountains and seas.
At this moment, even Dong Chenyu felt a strong sense of crisis in his mind. It seemed that as long as he was careless, he would die.
actually only dared to watch Ouyang Ming's back, not chasing after him.
He had a feeling in the dark, if he exposed his back to this human race, it would definitely be a life of nine deaths!
This kind of induction just arose, and my heart was terrified immediately, secretly, this human monk is not the peak of the spirit, it is so terrible, how is this... how is it possible?
In the spirit world, there is a saying that the unworthiness is always an ant. Compared with the venerable, the spiritual being is like gravel and stars. The distance between the two is the entire sky, which is insurmountable for the rest of their lives. But now, Dong Chenyu actually felt a strong crisis in He Jian. This was nothing short of a fantasy, which made him reluctant to believe it anyway, but the cautiousness in his temper made him not choose to pursue it.
stunned for a moment, quickly converging his mind, adjusting his Qi, his breath sank, and he sat in a precarious manner.
I saw him open his mouth and inhale suddenly. A dark and deep black hole suddenly appeared in the sky, sucking all the spiritual energy within a hundred meters into it. It was compressed sharply in the chest and abdomen, and turned into countless sharp aura swords, suddenly spit out, and auras swords shot out from his mouth. Covering the sky and the sun, like falling snow and pressing green pine, it is getting more and more urgent. If it's just that, there are countless hurricanes in the sky rising on the ground, entwining around the small spiritual sword, and rushing towards He Jian, the world roars and blasts loudly.
The sword and hair are all white, the sword intent is condensed and not scattered. After drinking a large sip of wine, he moves freely and freely, dropping the hip flask from the air, and stroking the long sword with the fingers of his left hand.
Spiritual power is transported to the tip of the sword, and a circular arc of the sword is drawn in reverse, and then a large circle is shaken out in vain.
The sword light is solid, gathering but not dispersing, without the majestic, earth-shattering awe-inspiring domineering, but there is a return to the simple and simple, amazing.
At the same time, the body sank down, and the back pulled out a shocking arc, the center of gravity swayed in the body like mercury, and every time you raised your hand, you could block a small aura sword, and the pace quickly reversed. Wandering fast, only defending but not attacking.
But there are too many sharp aura swords, densely packed, like fine raindrops, pervasive.
Only a moment later, He Jian was already in a dangerous situation, and every time he raised his hand to fight back, he walked on thin ice.
Seeing this scene, Dong Chenyu showed joy on his face, let out a cold breath, and secretly said in his heart that it was just the pinnacle of the spirit, and I was too cautious. As expected, there are very few spiritual beings who can perform a trick in the hands of the venerable, let alone bring the venerable life and death crisis?
has no scruples in his heart, every time he takes a shot, he opens and closes in a majestic manner, making waves of roars.
He Jian is even more miserable, he can only force support, and at the same time prepare for which sword to cut.
On the other side, Ouyang Ming's speed is reaching the extreme, turning into a black whirlwind.
dipped down, a few flashes, and fell into a black forest. There was silence all around, only the sound of whimpering wind.
Xiaolan lay on his back, her eyes a little dull. Just today, her parents are dead, and there is no harbor to escape the sea breeze. The world in her heart collapses, and there is darkness, only black and white.
Soon, Ouyang Ming found a small tree hole.
With a wave of the sleeves, countless arrays like streamers scattered, and soon a defensive array and a magical array were arranged. After this time of day and night speculation, his attainments in the formation are getting deeper and deeper, and he is not much weaker than the refining equipment.
walked into the tree hole, knelt down, his voice was extremely soft, and said: "Xiaolan, stay here, I will help Grandpa He, okay?"
Xiaolan finally has a new look in her eyes, her small red faces wrinkled together, carefully pulling Ouyang Ming's cuffs, and whispering: "I'm afraid of the dark alone, there are monsters in the darkness..." Her eyes revealed Fear, as well as being at a loss for the unknown world. People are always afraid of change, not to mention that she is so young and has just experienced a human tragedy.
Ouyang Ming's face was distressed, and he was a little at a loss.
thought for a moment, took out a lot of spirit stones, and lit them with the fire of the heavenly phoenix, and the inside of the tree cave was suddenly bright.
He took out a windmill, handed it to Xiaolan, and said, "Hey, here is it for you. I will be back when it turns two hundred times."
"Really?" Xiao Lan asked.
"Really."
Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, then let go of the corners of his clothes with soft fingers.
Ouyang Ming is gone. He Jian's words before it seemed to be an explanation of the funeral. He had a vague premonition in his heart, so he had to go. Moreover, as if he would miss something if he didn't go, this feeling was so strange that it was hard to describe in words.
And Xiaolan stared at the windmill intently, carefully counting how many times it turned.
In the sky, He Jian's body is full of fine sword marks, and blood drops straight up.
He coughed heavily, covered his mouth with his hand, and his palm was scarlet when he put it down.
I secretly said in my heart, I am old, old, and my Qi machine is blocked, I want to kill this sword~IndoMTL.com~ It has been adjusted for such a long time.
Huo Ran, there was a bright light in his eyes, like a knife like electricity.
's arm flicked, the light on the long sword shone, and the tadpole-like rune flickered violently, broke apart, and turned into countless black marks, blended into the Qingfeng sword, the long sword became like a strand The starlight seems to be contaminated with the power of ghosts and gods.
He Jian's eyes became sincere, as he was on a pilgrimage, faintly carrying a kind of madness that would kill him after hearing the truth.
exhaled gently, and roared up to the sky: "This sword—Falling the sky!"
Before the sound fell, a sword slashed out, and an awe-inspiring sword light soared into the sky, and the majestic sword energy swept across all directions, as if to tear the world into pieces, an invisible sword energy rushed into the sky, and it had to be drawn. Opening the void, sharp and unmatched, all kinds of obstacles, as if under this sword, can be cut off.
This is an invincible trend stacked up with countless victories and glory, nine heavens and ten earths, infinite things
This is a kind of awe-inspiring, as long as I have a sword in my hand, everything in the world can be cut.
asks about the Tao, and cuts down on the principles of the heavens and the earth, and the attachment to the Tao.
Under this cut, the sky seemed to turn dark, and the space was filled with small ripples.
This sword light absorbs all the subtle rays of light in the sky. ...
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