Legend of the Swordking Chapter 462: Fight hard
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Shui Han's sword heart trembled, and the surface layer peeled off a little bit. All the traces of the axe around the sword heart were light and extremely flaming. The entire sword heart began to enter the process of annihilation. At this moment, I was completely stunned, coupled with Bai Xiuluo's will to kill, even myself was shocked and chilled. ????
The body seems to be cracking apart, is it dying?
I don't even feel pain at this moment, only deeply unwilling to die like this?
"Boom~~~"
Sword Heart self-destructed, and another fierce qi exploded, blasting the pale ancient mountains around it into powder, and also violently shaking on the blood sacrificial array pattern, the roar continued, the large array of symbols Wen has been wiped out a lot, and the old man in the palm of the outside world is also very embarrassed. In the raging of Jianxin, one of his arms will be destroyed, covered with blood, and his eyes are getting worse.
"Do you want to drag me back? Do your daydreams!"
A horrible aura surged, and an imposing cyan ancient clock appeared in the hands of the old man. The surface was covered with mottled colors, but there was an incomparable grandeur and charm in it. All the swordscore fragments "chich" The tore everything apart, only when it came into contact with this ancient clock, it bounced back and couldn't cut in. This ancient clock shrouded the old man in it, breaking through the raging sword energy step by step towards the blood sacrifice array.
"Do you think that self-destroying swordsmanship and body death can drag me back?" The old man in the palm seat grinned: "The old man will still sacrifice you alive, otherwise I will not be able to explain it when I return to the spiritual world."
"Boom~~~"
Sword Heart trembled violently again, and another corner was completely exploded, turning into chaotic sword intent to raging around.
Shuihan Jianxin, the explosive power of a second-rank Jianxin can be imagined, comparable to the self-destructive power of the spirit ruins of the peak of the star imperial realm, but the ancient blue clock is too strong, covering the shape of the old man Among them, nothing can be hurt!
The old man raised his palm, and wisps of blood emerged from my body like silk threads, being absorbed by him little by little, into a **** vortex.
It hurts!
Incomparable pain!
Living sacrifice, a kind of extremely cruel way, is a forbidden technique in the spiritual world. As long as someone dares to use it, the major sects will inevitably use wanted orders to kill them, but in This technique in the spirit world is nothing.
The ears are roaring, and the whole body is painful, and my flesh and flesh are peeling off my body a little bit, and even my physical body begins to wither a little bit, and I will be sacrificed alive. Even if I destroy Jianxin, I can't do anything.
"Be willing to die, the era of spiritual practice has long passed, why should you stay on your side?" The old man looked down, with a look of sentient beings, and said: "Becoming the old man's corpse will not humiliate you. Shura’s prestigious name, isn’t it?"
"You...you..."
I gritted my teeth and endured great pain, and my voice trembled: "What kind of thing are you?"
"Hahaha..."
The old man’s eyes were cold: "Surrender, engrave the mysteries of the true dragon martial arts, the nine-horse painting mountain, the potion of the oxen, and the avenue of the sword **** mastered on the kingly road to me. The old man can let you Suffer less pain."
In the final analysis, I still want the supreme sacred law of true dragon martial arts!
My will was vague, and my soul felt like it was about to be refined. I couldn’t help but feel like I wanted to surrender all my abilities, but another volition in my heart suppressed and cut off this. Thought, the corners of his mouth raised, he smiled painfully, and said: "Do you want the true dragon's unique skill? How can I give you the true dragon's unique skill if you stand so far?"
Speaking, strands of golden symbols appeared in my eyebrows, it was the true dragon's unique skill engraved in the depths of the Lingxu!
"Haha, really obedient!"
The old man in the palm seat walked step by step, with a touch of relief on his face, the cyan ancient Zhongzheng around his body sounded out of the road, and when he approached me within ten steps, suddenly a ray of murderous aura exploded. , I have two more talismans around my body, both of which are god-level talismans inherited from ancient times. They come from Longwu Mountain. One ice and one fire, two supernatural power bursts, and the last ray of spiritual power urges the valley. Killing each other is my last hope.
"Boom boom boom~~~"
The flames are raging to the sky and the frost is raging. Two talismans are wrapped in a billowing sky and bombards the cyan ancient bell. The roar is constant, as if there are dozens of ancient mountains shaking on the ancient bell. It burst out with great brilliance, and strands of text were branded in the air, representing a certain kind of Taoist resistance. Sure enough, this big clock is not simple, and it is probably one of the secret treasures passed down from the ancient times.
But the divine impact of the continuous burning of the two god-level runes is still not to be underestimated. The ice and fire billowed, shattering the earth rumblingly, and the entire virtual spirit world was almost turned into fragments.
The void is crazily distorted and its power is incomparably disordered. The ancient bell also faintly began to deform, struggling to sustain the double talisman blow.
"Puff..."
The old man in the palm spit out a mouthful of blood, his face paler, but he grinned and said: "Do you think two pieces of paper can defeat the old man? It's just a pipe dream! If you don't have other means, then just die!"
Striding closer, the palm of the old man swept his palms, swept across a **** force, shocking my whole body flying horizontally, hitting the wall of the blood sacrifice array, the clicking sound was very clear, and I didn't know it. How many bones were lost, he was vomiting blood crazily, and the injury was so serious that it could not be added.
"Dead!"
The old man on the palm seat roared, his palm turned into a **** palm and crushed it down, shouting in a low voice: "After turning you into a war corpse, the old man can also take a look at your soul market!"
With a sound of "crash", a flaming red fan appeared in my hand, setting off a blaze billowing, and hitting a powerful enemy.
The golden crow fan is one of my treasures.
"Oh?"
The old man in the palm seat sneered: "The treasure of the **** sand river actually fell into your hands, not bad, but the old man retrieved it for it."
Enduring the burning of the golden crow sky fire, the blue ancient bell rang, and the old man stepped forward, vomiting blood and shook the golden crow fan, and at the same time broke a bone of my hand, which was extremely painful.
"Are there any means?" He sneered.
The ancient bell rang, and strands of golden scriptures lingered around, confirming the aura of a certain avenue. It is this heavy heritage that makes me continue to use methods to help him.
There was a desire in the depths of my body. Suddenly, there was a sudden bulge on my chest. A group of golden light was like a starry light. It was the ray of heavenly veins. It seemed to be between the ancient bell. This kind of maintenance begins to resonate!
Only for an instant, the ancient bell hummed, and the golden scriptures lingering around seemed to be absorbed by the spiritual energy of the sky, and the ancient bell instantly lost its charm.
"How...How could this happen?" The old man's eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't believe it, and greed appeared on his face: "You little beast has a ray of heavenly spirit? Hahaha...It's a great fortune, it belongs to me. Up!"
He leaped up into the air, and opened his hand to intercept the golden scriptures in the air, and at the same time, he pulled hard, trying to take out the Qi of the Heavenly Channel from my body.
"Dreaming!"
In the Lingxu, only a fist-sized piece of Shuihan Jianxin remained, and it completely exploded at this moment, urging a strong sword qi to the surroundings, and at the same time I jumped up and fight Slashing at his head with a fateful sword.
"The sleepy beast beats the ears!"
The old man in the palm seat has sharp eyes, full of blood and energy, and vigorously shakes away the spiritual energy, and raises his hand to print on my chest. This person is too strong and makes people feel desperate.
"Call..."
The void suddenly distorted, and a big pocket appeared there, the brave bag, this was no way I could do it. The moment the brave bag was opened, everything was madly absorbed, especially the ancient cyan clock , Roaring endlessly, reborn with strands of avenues, and golden scriptures emerged, but the strands of scriptures were quickly absorbed by Pai Yao's bag.
The old man in the palm of his hand was vomiting blood crazily.
"How can the celestial beings in my spirit world be destroyed in the hands of the ants?" He roared miserably, his blood exploded, and he wanted to fight back.
But at this moment, the cyan ancient clock suddenly showed signs of cracks, and then it was sucked into the air by the brave bag, and disappeared in a blink of an eye!
Finally, I received the clock!
This bell is absolutely ordinary, able to withstand the impact of two god-level runes, plus the full impact of the Shui Han Jianxin's self-destruction, but it didn't break. In the end, it was barely conquered by using a brave bag.
"The old man is unwilling!"
Faced with the crazy absorption power of the brave bag, the old man’s skin cracked a little bit, his head was also broken, and the flesh and blood of his whole body was peeled off a little bit, absorbed by the brave bag, and soon there was almost no inch of his whole body. The skin is intact, bloody, and bones are exposed in many places, and the whole person is not so hideous as a human.
At this time, the brilliance of the brave bag dimmed, and my spiritual power was exhausted and I couldn't continue to support it.
"Dead!"
The wisps of pale fire burned, and the power of White Shura burst. I forcibly supported the nearly broken body and jumped into the air. The true dragon fist seal was concluded, and it rushed towards the old man with the mighty power like an ancient mountain. On the top of his head, he must be killed, otherwise I will still die today.
"So daring!"
The old man roared, his eyes sullen, a palm blasted out, and it landed straight on my shoulder. There was a sound of bone shattering, and the shoulder blades were already shattered into one piece.
The pale flame burned in his heart, his reason was completely overwhelmed by the will to kill, and a heavy punch hit the old man's head.
"Crack..."
His skull was ruptured, but his will to survive was extremely tyrannical. He still waved his palm even when he was severely injured, and pierced my abdomen with a "pouch". A strong pain came from him, almost fainting, but Disregarding the crazy suppression of Bai Xiuluo's fighting spirit, the true dragon fist seal was once again concluded, blasting on his neck!
"Peng~~~"
It seems that the neck bones have been translocated, and the old man looked very uncomfortable and opened his mouth wildly to vomit blood.
Good opportunity!
He stretched out his hand and grabbed a sword mud in the space bone ring and stuffed it into the mouth of the old man in the palm seat. He suddenly slapped it down, pushing the true dragon's energy, and forcibly sent the sword mud into his. Intra-abdominal.