Nightfall Chapter 44: The Sword of Ruling (Part 2)

Thousands of swords’ intent are in the front of Taoshan Mountain. The South China Sea bright thin sword is swaying in the wind and rain, but it is as stubborn as a rock. Many people think that middle-aged men can hold on until they finally launch a counterattack. Only Zhao Nanhai's expression became extremely dignified. He frowned as he looked at Jianyu in the sky and said: "Sword as a cage?"

As expected to be the strongest person in the South China Sea, this person actually saw through Ye Hongyu's thousands of virtual swords. Before Qingxia, Junmo of the Academy was also imprisoned by Ye Hongyu’s Wan Jianfan cage. What's more, the middle-aged man, the second-placed tall and lanky old man in the South China Sea, also saw Jian Yu. The powerful means hidden in it flashed out from behind Zhao Nanhai, and his right hand stretched out into the air. A holy Haotian divine hui sprayed out of his palm, trying to hold the sword rain and rescue the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man also felt the horror in the sword rain, screamed, and forced his entire body cultivation into the fish-like thin lightsaber. The thin sword pierced the ruling god, and he borrowed it. With the divine protection of the thin and tall old man, he quickly retreated backwards, trying to save his life.

With a light sneer, the thin lightsaber pierced into the blood-piercing gauze, piercing Ye Hongyu's eyebrows.

When the thin and tall old man ranked second in the South China Sea was fascinated, Ye Hongyu had already opened her eyes. There were stars in the depths of her eyes, and there was an unquenchable anger. Because she wanted to kill the middle-aged man, but now someone tried to stop it, which made her very unhappy.

After the middle-aged man's thin lightsaber pierced the god, her eyes became brighter because of the reflection of the sword light. Instead of raising the natal sword on her lap, she raised her left hand.

The thin lightsaber is like a swimming fish, and its flight path is extremely mysterious. It was suddenly on the left and right, but when Ye Hongyu stretched out his hand, the lightsaber was immediately caught!

The lightsaber kept trembling and struggling between her fingers, like a fish falling on the ground, with its tail constantly wagging, and her slender fingers were attached with a faint glow, as if It is pliers.

Only heard a sneer, a blue smoke appeared on the thin lightsaber, and it was made into scrap iron by Ye Hongyu's divine glory. She never struggled anymore, and she threw it on the ground in the sill at will. Like a dead fish.

The middle-aged man who was retreating quickly outside the miracle felt the traces of the loss of his life sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he was furious and terrified, and he vomited blood. He used Xiling's magic to enter the sword, and watched the sea fish to realize the novel sword intent. He was really powerful, so at the beginning, he could avoid Ye Hongyu’s Taoist sword and tear the veil of the ruling god, but when Ye Hongyu knew his What can he do after his sword strength and sword intent?

Xiling's magic is her original repair, and the sword intent is like a fish? There is a fish in her name. I think that a few years ago on the shore of Daming Lake in the wasteland, she turned her sword into a water fish, and killed Ning Que and Mo Shanshan. Now she is a great judge. How can she be Are people hurt by this sword intent?

The most important thing is that the middle-aged man’s sword flew into the wing, and arrived in front of her. After receiving the letter from Liu Bai that year, who else in the world could have a sword that could pass a foot in front of her? Unimpeded?

Even with the help of the masters of the South China Sea, Ye Hongyu still reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man's natal sword, causing him to vomit blood and severely wounded. In everyone's eyes, she had already won the victory, and it was a proud victory.

But she was not ready to give up, because the person who challenged the ruling God's seat would lose or die, and there could not be a second ending. She planted a sword rain cage to kill the middle-aged man.

Even if the tall and thin old man with an inscrutable realm is supporting the sky full of sword rain with pure and holy Haotian divine glory, she still wants to kill the middle-aged man.

Everyone she wants to kill must die.

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The sky full of sword rain is still falling, the tall and thin old man held up his right palm and supported it with Haotian divine glory. The momentum of the fan cage has not yet been fully achieved. As long as the middle-aged man retreats several feet, he can escape the disaster.

Zhao Nanhai was no longer worried, and the tall and thin old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In that breath, the blood veil around the ruling **** moved without wind, and the veil that was cut by the middle-aged man’s sword slowly fell down, a figure like a fairy and a charm He flew out so quickly, over a distance of tens of feet in an instant, passed by the tall and thin old man, and came to the middle-aged man.

The person who came was naturally Ye Hongyu. She held the Sword of the Fate Dao and pierced it directly.

An exclamation sounded from Taoshan Qianping.

No one would have thought that Ye Hongyu would leave the ruling deity and commit dangers as the **** seat. In the battle of the spiritual world, except for the martial arts practitioners and the powerful demon sect, no one would ever choose to be close In the battle, even the Southern Jin Jiange, who pays attention to a foot in front of him, has no reason to go to others.

Ye Hongyu has her own reasons.

She has been used to close combat since she was very young, because no matter how fast the Dao Sword flies, she still can't directly pass the sword forward, and only by watching the enemy die in front of her can we ensure that the opponent can't really come back. After that, she fought hard with Ning Que, and she learned a lot of fighting methods from that guy. Although she was not like Ning Que, who practiced awe-inspiring and possessed the fearless body of a powerful Demon Sect, she learned Liu Bai’s That sword.

That sword is a matter of course. If you want to stab you, you can stab you. As long as the enemy is within a foot in front of you, there is no chance of escape, even the world can't avoid it!

What should I do if the enemy is not in front of him if they are separated by dozens of feet? If the green mountain does not come, I will be the green mountain. When I come in front of you, you will enter a foot in front of me, and you will die.

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The middle-aged man was closest to her sword. He clearly felt the natural killing intent from that sword. He felt the smell of fear and death.

At this time, his natal sword has been destroyed, and he can't avoid this sword. Fortune Xiling Divine Art transports Shenhui between his palms, turning it into a fiery ball of light, trying to block this terror Sword.

The tall and thin old man was holding his right palm to support the sword rain cage with divine glory. Seeing that his younger brother was in desperation, his face became extremely dignified, and his left hand hanging on his side pointed at that place.

This finger is not simple, the fingertips are spitting out, like a flower blooming, and a very fine thorny line between the flower stamens is like a thorn. Obviously a distance of several meters, the fingertip seems to be pressed. Ye Hongyu's back.

Ye Hongyu felt the change coming from behind, but there was no change in the expression on his face, and he continued to stab the middle-aged man with his natal sword. After Dao Sword pierced the light ball formed by Shenhui, it made a scoffing burning sound, but there was no stagnation, because Shenhui was also burning on her sword.

She ignored the finger attacking behind her because she was going to deal with the sneak attack by the thin and tall old man, and the middle-aged man would take advantage of the situation and escape. The most troublesome thing is that as long as the delay is even short, Zhao Nanhai on the sidelines can react. Although she is not afraid, it is no longer possible to kill the middle-aged man.

She must kill the middle-aged man, even if she is injured, because she is a great ruling, and everyone who dares to challenge her will be sentenced to death.

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Ye Hongyu's sword pierced the middle-aged man's chest and pierced his heart. The sound of the powerful beating flesh mass bursting could even be heard on the front of Taoshan.

Blood racing, the middle-aged man screamed sternly and fell to the ground.

There was a roar of grief and indignation from Zhao Nanhai on the sidelines, and the tall and thin old man was even more pale. He actually removed his right palm, ignored the sword rain cage that fell from the sky, and attacked her with all his strength.

The fingertips of the tall and thin old man had already crossed a distance of several feet at this time and landed on Ye Hongyu's back. With his full attack, countless Haotian Shenhui followed the majestic instructions!

Ye Hongyu had no time to turn around and make any response when she wanted to kill someone. Just when everyone thought she was about to be hit hard, a golden flower suddenly blossomed on her back!

Just to meet the enlightened meaning!

This golden flower is holy and pure. It is the Haotian divine brilliance that she has condensed with the Xiling magic technique. Only divine radiance can resist the divine brilliance. It means that it touches the petals and sprays the same kind of radiant radiance. Between the front grounds of Taoshan, it seems that fireworks are being set off. The beauty is so dazzling that it is impossible to watch.

The thin and tall old man has a very high level of generation among Nanhai priests. Only under Zhao Nanhai, Xiling divine art is stronger than Ye Hongyu, and his cultivation is deeper. The dazzling fireworks produced by the collision between the two Haotian Shenhui hadn't been maintained for too long before becoming dimmed, which meant that he had won.

The people in the Xiling Temple shouted in shock. Someone looked anxiously at the **** at the highest point, hoping that Master Master could rescue Ye Hongyu in a critical moment.

However, the subsequent changes still exceeded everyone's expectations.

The fingertips of the lanky old man smashed the golden flower on Ye Hongyu's back several feet away, and landed on the blood-colored ruling robe, then broke again in an instant, straight into her flesh and blood.

At this moment, a gold thread suddenly popped out of the flesh and blood pierced by her intention!

The gold thread is very thin, and it looks like it has no weight, but the speed is surprisingly fast, like lightning, and it follows the brilliance of the tall and thin old man to come to him!

Because the speed is too fast, this thin gold thread has a violent feeling!

The thin and tall old man screamed and took back Haotian Divine Hui as quickly as possible, trying to avoid it. However, the golden thread didn't know what material it was. Not only was it not afraid of Haotian Divine Hui's purifying power, but it was not even slower, it followed his finger, came to the root of the finger, and then tightened suddenly!

There was no sound, a finger fell on the ground!

There was no blood in the wound of the severed finger, because it was sealed by Shenhui. In fact, if it were not for the fast response of the thin old man, this golden thread might even cut off his entire palm.

The breath of Taoshan Qianping's heaven and earth moved slightly, and Ye Hongyu floated back to her gods like a red maple leaf.

When she drifted past Zhao Nanhai, she glanced at this person, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

The finger fell silent, and at this time Taoshan Qianping was even more silent.

The tall, thin old man looked at his severed finger and was silent.

Zhao Nanhai looked down at the peach petals under his feet and was silent.

The rest of the Nanhai people gathered around the dead middle-aged man, silent.

Nanhai girl Xiaoyu's face was pale, she couldn't believe what she saw.

Two soft coughs broke the silence in the room.

Then there was the sound of the sword of judgment returning to its sheath.

In the **** expression, Ye Hongyu propped his jaw with his hands and closed his eyes again, seeming a little tired.

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