Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 277: Moths fighting the fire

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Lin Panruo has practiced for many years, and her mood has not been disturbed. But now looking at Zhao Jiuge, who fell to the ground and looked pale, her heart suddenly rippled. ∏∈,

She didn't like this feeling. She didn't like her and her mood rippled because she only wanted longevity, and she didn't want to pursue other things.

But at this moment, she may not even know that her eyebrows are furrowed, and the fingers holding "Luo Hua" are already tightly white.

An inexplicable spirit suddenly appeared in my heart, watching Wang Changrui wearing a gray robe with cold eyes. The eyelids flicked slightly, the sword intent gushing out, and the fourth layer of sword decisiveness was displayed on his body. This is also the strongest level that Lin Boruo can release. Although he has just mastered it not long ago and is a little unskilled, he still releases it resolutely at this time.

Song Rujing can be said to be the most exposed person at the moment. She is the same as Zhao Jiuge. The more people who don’t have many friends, the more important they are to friends. Seeing Zhao Jiuge injured, the tension in the face of the evil spirits has long been gone. There is no existence, and there is only endless killing intent instead.

Song Rujing's forehead is slightly lowered, her eyes are closed, her expression is serious, the whole body is exuding weird spiritual power fluctuations, mysterious and long, and constantly scattered from her body to the surroundings. Once she shot, Song Rujing used her own Spiritual array talent.

Song Yuansheng holds the "Shenxin" in his right hand to fly a spot, and brings sword energy to the world, hanging in the air to watch the field of hundreds of families, everything is involved, and the decision is naturally no exception. Song Yuansheng releases sword energy in one hand and holds it in the other. 'Eight-Edged Magic Mirror'.

"Insect carving skills." A thick disdain appeared at the corner of Wang Changrui's mouth. Perhaps these methods were still very tricky for him before he broke through to the realm of God, but once he broke through to the realm of God, he opened the soul After entering another new world from this gate, he knew how small the Nascent Soul Realm was.

As Wang Changrui spoke, the gray robe flicked slightly, the spiritual light naturally gathered around the body, the spiritual power belonging to the realm of transforming gods was constantly flowing in his body, and his eyes were abnormal. With a smile, he likes the feeling of holding power in his hands, and prefers the enjoyment of the killing process, not to mention the enchantment of killing such a talented person.

"Ling Luo Blood Net!"

As Wang Changrui yelled again and again, Wang Changrui's dry, slender, bloodless palms, with the back of the hand facing down, grabbed the palm of his hand with his five fingers, and a ray of blood gathered around his palm.

As he raised his right hand falsely, blood-colored spider webs appeared densely, blocking in front of him while moving towards Song Yuansheng and Lin Banruo.

Although their pink sword aura and blue sword aura are fierce, they can't hold back the continuous flow of blood network transformed by spiritual power. Each sword qi cut the blood web, and even after it was shattered, a new blood web appeared. Until the sword qi's edge was exhausted, it gradually dissipated.

Wang Changrui's eyes greedily stared at the magic weapon on these people, overjoyed, he did not expect so many spirit weapons on these disciples! And the power is not bad, you must know that he has only one spiritual weapon in his hands after so many years of cultivation.

A white beam of light gushes out of the "Eight-Edged Magic Mirror" in Song Yuansheng's hand. Song Yuansheng has repeatedly tried this magic weapon.

With a cold snort, a magic weapon appeared in Wang Changrui's hand. It was a silver-white scimitar. The blade was not long, only about two feet, but there was a **** ripple on the entire blade. This is also the only magic weapon "Night Demon Scimitar" in Wang Changrui's hand.

Hand up, knife down. A brutal light of blood shot away at the white beam of light.

"Boom!"

When the two came into contact, a violent loud noise broke out, but the tried-and-tested white beam of light failed this time, and was directly dispersed by this fierce blood.

And the "Eight-Edged Magic Mirror" in Song Yuansheng's hand passed through a violent shaking and then there was no movement. It was lying quietly on Song Yuansheng's palm, and the entire "Eight-Edged Magic Mirror" was captured by Wang Changrui. Some damage was caused by one of the blows. This is a spiritual weapon, and it may be broken directly when replaced with a treasure. Although the "Eight-Edged Mirror" is not damaged, it must be repaired before it can be used.

The magic weapon was damaged, but Song Yuansheng didn't feel the slightest distress. As long as it was not directly damaged, it could be repaired and restored. At this moment, his eyes were already looking at Lin Banruo in the front right, because after Wang Changrui swung that sharp knife, he rolled up the afterimage and ran directly towards Lin Banruo.

Wang Changrui looked at Lin Panruo’s stunning face, but at first he just stunned, and then calmed down. He was only interested in his own strength and some magical objects. As for the female sex, he didn’t care. His purpose was One, killing all four of them and absorbing the essence and blood of the four to increase their spiritual power, and at the same time seizing all the artifacts from the four of them, and they can take out one or two spiritual weapons at will, and there is no doubt that there is something else in their bodies.

Among the four, Zhao Jiuge has already been beaten to the ground. The life and death are unknown, so you don’t need to talk about it. Song Rujing is setting up a spiritual formation again, so you can leave it alone if there is no threat. The remaining two belong to Lin Prajna The weakest, his own spiritual power was consumed too much, Wang Changrui chose to destroy one by one, so he moved towards Lin Banruo.

Looking at the afterimage of Wang Changrui's body still moving towards him, Lin Banruo's expression didn't look strange or panic. Although she couldn't cope with it, Lin Banruo still struggled to raise the'Luohua' to resist. Just after releasing the sword energy, it was originally consumed, and there was no buffer time, so Lin Banruo couldn't use other methods for a while, only Can watch this simple way to resist.

"Boom..."

With a muffled sound and a constant trembling in the air, "Luohua" was split by Wang Changrui's "Night Demon Scimitar", although Lin Banruo still tightly held the natal flying sword in his hand and would not throw it away , But it has also bounced to the side of the body.

This time, Wang Changrui smiled cruelly, and then raised his ‘Night Demon Scimitar’ with his mouth high, directly volleyed down, and struck Lin Praruo’s head from above to below.

Yi Lin Banruo's cold temperament, even at the critical juncture of his life, did not blink his eyelids, and his face did not panic.

But nearby Song Yuansheng was anxious for her, with an anxious expression on his face. At this moment, there was no time to save Lin Panruo by any means. Even if there were great means, he could not rush to the "Night Demon Scimitar". At this time, save Lin Panruo. If the knife really fell, the whole body would be split in half, and even the Yuan Ying with his abdomen could not escape.

The moment the'Night Demon Scimitar' fell, the cold light on the blade body was reflected in Lin Banruo’s beautiful eyes. At this time, I don’t know if it was an illusion. After Lin Banruo’s eyes were stunned by the cold light, it seemed that a sound appeared She stood in front of her. Then she felt a person embracing her soft waist, and she realized that this was not an illusion, and the cold light of the blade dissipated, and Lin Banruo could see the scene clearly.

Zhao Jiuge, with a sullen aura and pale face, protected her whole body like that. A pair of eyes that could only be squinted because of the injury looked at her affectionately, and at the same time, he used her body to push her hard. Pounced on the ground.

Zhao Jiuge was originally knocked out by Wang Changrui, because of the effect of the Sanskrit Eucharist and the protection of the "Purple Hybrid Thunder Armor" on his body, he did not suffer much damage. It was just that the blood inside his body was tumbling and his spiritual power was exhausted. As a result of his embarrassed appearance, he flew more than ten meters upside down and smashed the edge of the blood pool and hit him a little confused. At this time, he was a little awake and saw the scene just now. Then he ignored his injuries and the exhaustion of spiritual power. Directly rushed forward, without using the slightest spiritual power, and even directly blocked Lin Boruo with his **!

Song Yuansheng was stunned as he watched Zhao Jiuge from getting up to flying, finally holding Lin Baruo to a series of movements, which can be described fluently, but soon, while being shocked, Song Yuansheng's heart lifted up again. With a single cut, can Zhao Jiuge still end up?

While worrying, when Song Yuansheng looked at Zhao Jiuge's figure, he couldn't help feeling a little admiration and moving in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Jiuge is like a moth to the fire, a moth, desperate for the happy woman, even if he knows that there is no good end, he must pursue that short-term emotional release.

Wang Changrui didn't care about the relationship between these men and women. Although unexpectedly this kid was still alive and suddenly stood in front of Lin Boruo, the knife that fell was not soft at all, and he continued to wave it down.

"Puff..."

A dull sound rang in this silent stone cave. Because Zhao Jiuge rushed towards Lin Praruo and fell to the ground, the knife that had been splitting his head fell directly on Zhao Jiuge’s shoulder until he came out. Extremely mixed Thunder Armor’s resistance did not show any visible bone injuries, but under the influence of strength, this knife directly smashed most of Zhao Jiuge’s meridians, and the whole person was worsened, and he was seriously injured again, this time more than before. It's still serious, if the aura is gone, just like that firmly grasping Lin Banruo's waist and not letting go.

As the saying goes, a man’s head and a woman’s waist are untouchable, not to mention that Lin Banruo rarely even talks to a man about flowers. At this moment, I feel the strangeness on the waist. Lin Banruo is not as cold and cold as before. He jumped like thunder, but looked at Zhao Jiuge who was throwing in his arms with some sluggish eyes, and looked at this man whose breath was close to nothing.

Once upon a time, she also thought about finding a man and woman to spend the rest of her life together, to be a couple of gods and goddesses, and enjoy the world. But with the improvement of her strength, she has let go of everything and only seeks longevity.

Until this moment, the mood that has never been rippled turned out to be fluctuating, but because of the coldness, even though the emotions in my heart are turbulent, there is no excited expression on my face, but my eyes are a little hollow and staring into my arms. Zhao Jiuge, that pale and beautiful face. The seductive red lips moved, not knowing what he was talking about, and then gently moved Zhao Jiuge from his arms to the ground. The action was as gentle as when a woman covered her husband with a quilt when she was newly married. After doing all this, Lin Banruo didn't say a word. He glanced at the man lying on the ground, got up and looked at Wang Changrui. There was no anger or excitement in his eyes, but it was precisely this kind of calm gaze that gave people a better look. Lethality!

She has never had any volatility towards a man. This time she has a strange emotion towards the man on the ground, and she can't even tell her. Anyway, the most important thing right now is to kill Wang Changrui!

Song Yuansheng looked at Lin Praruo's gaze a little bit timid, saw Zhao Jiuge hurt like this, some self-blame for not taking good care of Zhao Jiuge, but also a little guilty in his heart, because when he came out, as a descendant of the school, he had a lot of life-saving. Means, just use it once and miss it once. At the beginning, I was not willing to use it.

He let out a sigh of foul breath, this time Song Yuansheng decided not to hide his clumsiness anymore, feeling ashamed of Zhao Jiuge. On the side of Song Rujing's closed eyes, her brows were frowned, but because it took time to set up the spiritual formation, although her heart sensed everything that was happening around her, she couldn't see how Zhao Jiuge was injured. And the longer the spirit array is arranged, the greater its power.

The gentle sound of footsteps took two steps forward. Lin Banruo put the "Luohua" away, looking at Wang Changrui, with aura glowing in his chest, and took out an item.