Nightfall Chapter 47: Blood Phoenix Ming Taoshan (middle)

Xiong Chumo stood in front of Shenhui, strangling the throat of the fire phoenix mercilessly, and the screaming and screaming echoed in the fiery Taoist temple—the howling became louder and louder, more and more angry, The more painful.

Huofeng struggles angrily!

Countless blazing white pulps peeled off from its body and fell on the ground, igniting a passive sea of ​​fire, that solemn sword intent, hidden in its body, constantly erupting!

Xiong Chumo's face suddenly paled, but his expression was still indifferent. Under the blessing of that majestic power, Xiong Chumo seemed so majestic and powerful as a god.

There are many people who still can’t understand the power of Xiong Chumo, such as Ye Hongyu. Since the title of Xiling Temple Headmaster does not give practitioners innate power, where does his power come from? Why can this wretched and disgusting dwarf have a realm above the five realms? Just because he is a dog of Haotian?

Someone tried to answer, but those answers were all guesses. Xiong Chumo was still standing behind the curtain of light, extremely powerful, strangling destiny and Huofeng’s throat, making people feel unfair and invincible.

Xiong Chumo's giant palm continued to move forward, and the night sky above Taoshan, with his movements, seemed to have also moved closer to the ground, and an unimaginable huge force was photographed.

The fire phoenix screamed, and the light feathers scattered. The peerless sword intent that burst out of its body could not withstand the pressure of the night sky, and it broke into countless pieces with a snap!

The sword intent was shattered by Xiong Chumo's palm! Countless fragments of sword intent, shot and flew, all fell on Ye Hongyu's body, the blood-red ruling robe. Numerous cracks appeared, and blood and water leaked out.

This is the backlash of terror.

Ye Hongyu's face was very pale, and the process of disappearing and extinction of the stars deep in his eyes suddenly accelerated.

The blood-red right sleeve turned into nothingness before the power of the apocalypse, revealing her jade-like wrist, the sword intent was gone, but she still held the sword in her hand.

The black hair keeps dancing, like a waterfall under a strong wind.

She looked at Xiong Chumo, her eyes ruthless. There is no soul.

Her soul is burning. Her life was burning, and the blood from countless wounds on her body was burning. She used Xiling Divine Art to burn her body and spirit into a holy spirit.

She wants to hug the Xiong Chumo nearby.

Different from the humiliated hug many years ago. Her hug meant nothing else. Not fanatical. Not cold, but calmly, and invited him to die together.

Xiong Chumo looked at the burning Ye Hongyu. His pupils shrank slightly, and he felt the horror hidden in it.

His body trembled, his face became paler, and his lips burst out with a thunderous shout!

"Fengtian Slash!"

He is the lord of Xiling Temple, and his voice is thunder.

The peach mountain in the middle of the night, thunder resounding from the peaks and valleys, awakened the hibernating creatures deep in the earth, and shocked the thick clouds that no longer squeeze out the snowflakes in the night, until they came to the kingdom of God in the depths of the night. .

The Night Sky slowly rolled towards the ground.

The overbearing and unstoppable power in the Temple of Judgment has become clearer and more direct.

Xiong Chumo's palm finally broke through Ye Hongyu's last remaining sword intent, fanned away the holy flames, and landed on her shoulders, literally printing!

There was a muffled sound.

The material on Ye Hongyu's right shoulder was completely shredded, exposing her naked skin.

Her shoulders are still full of fresh fragrance in the fiery flame and terrifying power.

**'s fragrant shoulder, between holiness and terror, is very attractive.

Xiong Chumo's palm fell on this incense shoulder.

Suddenly, he remembered a lot, recalled a lot, his eyes changed slightly, his pupils were deeper, like beans, oil lamps like beans, some faint, some satisfaction, some greed, some sighs.

The palm fell, and she died.

Even if she is Ye Hongyu, she will definitely die if she is hit by Haotian's power.

The only thing that puzzled Xiong Chumo was that her eyes were still so indifferent.

Cultivation is crazy, can you really be crazy enough to ignore life and death?

The next moment, Xiong Chumo understood why Ye Hongyu was so calm.

Because she would not let his palm fall on her body so easily as it did in the past.

A wound broke out on her right shoulder, like anywhere else on her body, dripping with blood, and the ruling robe was torn apart, but under the blood, in the depths of the wound, there was a golden thread shining.

This golden thread, these golden threads, is the biggest difference between her and the ordinary practitioners-there are countless strong people in the practice world, she and Ning Que are truly aliens, they are truly ruthless people.

She is crazy about Taoism and crazy for idiots. She is not crazy enough to ignore life and death, but she is crazy enough to cultivate her body into a sword, that is her real sword.

The ruling robe is torn.

The sheath is torn.

She, this sword, officially came out of its sheath.

The golden thread bounced beautifully, flew gracefully, and came to Xiong Chumo's palm gently and softly.

Compared with the giant palm, the golden thread is softer than the finest barnyard grass in autumn.

But that is her life, tougher than the sharpest sword, unbreakable, unstoppable.

With a soft sneer, Xiong Chumo was about to touch the index finger of her shoulder, and a thin red line appeared. The blood overflowed from the line, and the bones were suddenly seen, and then cut off.

Xiong Chumo's index finger fell like a ripe fruit.

Xiong Chumo's face became extremely pale, and there was endless pain in his pupils.

There was endless anger on his thin face.

Then, all of a sudden it was calm.

He was expressionless, his palms continued to press down.

All five fingers were cut off, and the palms fell to the wrists. He wanted to slap Ye Hongyu to death!

Because this is the best opportunity.

However, Ye Hongyu could not give him another chance.

Yeh Hongyu closed his eyes.

After that, she grabbed all the sword intent.

The broken ruling robe, rolled up like a dead leaf, wrapped her body.

A trace of sword intent is no longer vented.

Even life is no longer there.

A moment ago, she was still like a sword. At this moment, it became a rock of ignorance.

It's like those hard rocks covered with moss at the bottom of Minghu outside the gate of Mozong Mountain many years ago.

Two sword marks are carved on those stubborn stones.

More years ago, those sword marks were left by Ke Haoran.

Later, she left some new sword marks.

Now, she has turned herself into those stones, and the wounds on her body are like sword marks.

What does she want to do?

There is no time to think, let alone analysis.

Xiong Chumo's palm finally fell completely on her shoulder.

There was a loud bang. Her shoulder bones were shattered. The blood rushes.

Xiong Chumo is puzzled, ** Hai is puzzled, wondering why she would rather be seriously injured than take the blow.

At this moment. The middle-aged Taoist at the end of the temple. He looked up.

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She is like a real stone. Knocked off by the power from the sky.

Strength determines speed.

She has endured a force that no one can bear, and she has an unimaginable speed.

Except for no distance. There has never been such a fast speed in the world.

She flew across the ruling temple, the broken ruling robe dragged out the afterimages, rubbing violently with the air, and even started to burn, the stubborn stone turned into a meteorite, dragging out the tail of the fire.

Or, this is another form of Fire Phoenix.

Since entering the ruling temple, the middle-aged Taoist has been keeping his head down and silent.

Until this moment, he finally raised his head.

He looked up at the Shenhui Ocean in the temple, looked at the figure between the light and shadow, looked at the meteorite that hit him, looked at the silent and solemn fire phoenix, and wondered what she would do.

Ye Hongyu's goal has been him from the beginning.

It's not ** Hai, or Xiong Chumo, it's him.

Competing with **hai's magic, just warm up.

Holding Xiong Chumo's apocalypse, just speed up.

For Ye Hongyu, the two powerhouses' full efforts were just taking advantage of the momentum.

She didn't hesitate to be seriously injured, but she wanted to adjust her state to the strongest and most violent moment.

Why? Just to kill yourself?

Ye Hongyu came too fast, the middle-aged Taoist just looked up and she arrived.

Fire Phoenix Liao Palace, a meteorite came to the world.

Even if the subject is present, there is no way to avoid it.

The middle-aged Taoist found out that he still underestimated Ye Hongyu's ability.

The young God of Judgment is really a genius who knows everything. Her magical attainments surpassed the sea. She actually cultivated her body into a natal sword, and she finally turned herself into a stubborn. Stone, that is what the legendary great priest of Guangming had realized thousands of years ago!

In today's world, only the current Queen of Dahe Kingdom is the only one who understands the meaning of block formation. Where did she learn it? The middle-aged Taoist can't figure it out, but he must catch the opponent.

Otherwise, this fire phoenix will fly out of the Temple of Judgment, break through Taoshan, and gain true freedom.

This is something that is absolutely not allowed by the door.

The middle-aged Taoist stretched out his right hand and pointed it out slowly.

The fire phoenix came so fast that there was no one before him.

He moved so slowly, but he was ahead of Huofeng.

His expression is solemn, and his fingers are extremely heavy.

Knowing it, guarding it, is Tianxiaxi.

Knowing, keeping, watching, and learning, the gods of the world.

The middle-aged Taoist's Tianxiaxi God Finger is not known to be much higher than the Chen Pipi of the year.

As soon as I pointed out, the world is peaceful!

The blazing Haotian divine glory in the ruling temple is like a frozen flame, no longer shaking!

The remnants of power from the sky, as if feeling the meaning of the fingers, also calmed down!

Huofeng's flame tail disappeared instantly!

The violent meteorite suddenly revealed its true face. How can those moss hurt people?

The middle-aged Taoist used his most powerful means.

He came from the light and pointed out.

Huofeng screamed, a little desperate.

Ye Hongyu's expression is still so indifferent, as if he doesn't care about anything.

She holds the sword, and then pulls it out.

Huofengguangyu scattered, she ignored it.

The energy in the hall was overflowing, the wind swept across, and the fire phoenix suddenly dispersed, leaving only her body.

She stabbed the middle-aged Taoist with a sword.

A very common sword, but the most powerful one.

Release like an arrow, like a rock falling in a secluded pond.

There was a sound, there was an echo, and it sounded.

The fingers of the middle-aged Taoist finally met her sword in the air.

The wind abruptly disappeared, the dust gradually fell, and the ruling temple instantly returned to silence.

A few golden threads, burst out of Ye Hongyu's body, and then fall down like real dead leaves.

She held the virtual sword and stood expressionlessly in front of the middle-aged Taoist. The ruling robe was half scattered, rolled around her waist, revealing her upper body, blood dripping from the perfect curve.

At this time, she was bloodstained and standing half naked, looking embarrassed, but in fact extremely beautiful.

That is a kind of divine beauty, holy beauty, pure beauty.

But this beauty is very attractive.

Seductive and sacred, in fact, it does not conflict, at least in her body at this moment.

Blood water drips from her body, falls under her feet, and flows into the cracks in the stone slab.

Those gaps are gradually filled with blood, and then they start to glow, like lines.

In the sea of ​​blood, there is light fluttering, and the light is like a cage.

The expression of the middle-aged Taoist finally changed, because he was in the middle of the cage.

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(It seems that you can write more tomorrow, right? I feel that the state is recovering quickly, haha...In other words, Ye Hongyu’s upper body**, covered in blood, can refer to some oil paintings. Of course, I need to replace it with Oriental women. Kind, this is going to be a movie, it should look good.) (To be continued..)