Nightfall Chapter 52: God robes display
? Original Today, Fengling’s birthday, the yy event asked me to join in the fun. After going to the toilet, while listening to his yy, the world suddenly became dark in my house. Recently, I was habitually tripping. I was very depressed. When I was angry, I suddenly discovered that the whole building was out of power. At that time, my wife was walking the dog downstairs and the phone could not be reached. I suddenly worried that she was locked in the elevator with the dog like me last time. I was terrified. After I got through, I took a flashlight to pick her up, and then called Feng Ling and asked him to say something in yy for me, thank you. --. But I heard that he posted a post saying that if I ask for leave today, I will have five changes tomorrow? My family, thankfully the call has come. In short, today has been quite wonderful, but I sincerely hope that there will not be a second time. )
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The blue is like a sea, its shape is like a waist. In fact, it is just a thin, long and narrow lake in the north. Ning Que once stayed here. The girls from Moshan Mountain and Mochi Garden stopped here for a while. It happened here. There have been many interesting stories, and Ye Hongyu once heard of these stories in the hanging basket in the clouds.
Unfortunately, when she came to this blue lake, she was not facing the bookworm with black hair like a waterfall behind the curtain of the hot spring, nor the food from Chang'an City and Dahe Country. There are several bonfires among the rock piles by the lake in the distance, and dozens of people by the fire.
At the Honglian Temple, he was backlashed by Ning Que, and Longqing fell into a half-faint and half-crazy mental state. Fortunately, he was taken away by his loyal subordinates. After he woke up or sober, he had no time to express emotion or depression. With these subordinates, he unswervingly embarked on the journey north.
During the journey of thousands of miles, Long Qing relied on his accumulated power in the temple for many years to successfully break through the heavy defense line set by the Judging Division, and gathered many of the most loyal subordinates, and bestowed these people with precious sitting pills, which caused death and injury. The heavy fallen knight team became stronger again.
Since the news of Long Qing's death two years ago, Emperor Yan has only one son left. There is no dispute between the court and the court. The court and the military of Yan have already been firmly controlled by Prince Chongming. Therefore, the temple thought that when Longqing brought the fallen knights into Yan, he would inevitably be the deadliest of his brother. Hit hard.
However, to everyone's surprise, he didn't know what method Long Qing used, or the secret help of a big figure in Yan State. He and his subordinates traversed the entire swallow realm easily. They didn't encounter a strong sniper until they left the congestion, so they finally arrived in the wasteland.
Sitting by the fire, Prince Longqing's face was pale. From time to time, he took up the hand towel to cover his mouth, unable to cover his cough, nor could he keep the snow-white hand towel from being reddened by the coughed blood.
Fight against Ning Que in the autumn rain of Honglian Temple. He was seriously injured, and he has not fully recovered until now. He looks at the blue lake in front of him, looks at the thin ice blocks piled on the lake by the cold autumn wind, thinking about entering the wasteland from here two years ago. , So that his life has been changed, can not help being silent.
At this moment, in the depths of the green and blue autumn lake, suddenly a few clear white ripples passed. The several black shadows in front of the water wave are obviously left by the fish, just to stir up such a big splash, how big is the fish?
Long Qing looked at the blood-stained snow-white handkerchief in his hand, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, retracted the handkerchief into his sleeve, then slowly got up and looked at the girl in the dark red robe on the other side of the lake.
The robe is very thin. The red dyed on it was very thick, thick like blood, falling on the beautiful body of the young girl, as smooth as red velvet, even with a solemn and solemn feeling.
Long Qing is familiar with this **** gown. In the past few years, he has judged that he wears this blood robe in the Moyu God seat countless times. He has also imagined countless times that if this robe that seems to be stained with the blood of hundreds of millions of years is worn on his body, it will be How it feels.
Unfortunately, he is not the new owner of this scarlet robe.
Long Qing is also familiar with the new owner of the ruling robe. Many years ago, he came to prominence in the Tianyu Academy. Just as he was about to dazzle the eyes, there was a little girl in a blue robes with a stubborn, proud and indifferent look. In front of.
From that day on, the two names of Ye Hongyu and Prince Longqing have been frequently compared. One is Dao Chi and the other is God Son of Xiling. At the same time, they left Tianyuyuan and entered the Judgment Division. What felt endless humiliation was that he never beat her, never walked in front of her.
When he was in Tianyuyuan, he ranked first in grades because she often did not take exams. When he entered the Cave Profound Realm, she had already seen the threshold of the Knowing Fate Realm. He was the second seat of the Temple Adjudication Division, and she was the chief division of the Adjudication Division. Two years ago in the wasteland, he saw that he had to go first. She stepped into the state of mindfulness, but suffered a tragic change, and after that, he was a little lonely and bitterly aware that she could enter the state of mindfulness long ago.
Long Qing knows very well that he and Ye Hongyu will have a battle in this life. Otherwise, he can't let his Dao Heart truly become bright, just like Ning Que's meaning to his journey of cultivation.
It's just that he never thought that this battle would happen under such circumstances.
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Ye Hongyu walked towards the autumn lake with his feet lightly stepping on the lake water, floating along, the blood-colored robe was blown by the lake breeze from time to time and danced, looking like a **** fairy, charm and holy Miscellaneous, differently beautiful.
If you observe carefully, you can find that every time she falls, a thin piece of ice floats under her feet. Those thin ice seem to be able to perceive her feelings, or she can feel her love for this autumn. The laws of operation of all things on the lake are extremely thorough, which is even more incredible than walking on the lake.
"Master Sizu!"
"God seat!"
The fallen knights wearing black armor, looking at the blood-robed girls on the lake, stood up in shock. Accompanied by the horrified neighs of the horses, many people actually forgot to prepare for battle in fear.
Long Qing silently watched Ye Hongyu lightly stepping on the ice of the lake, meditating for a moment, and then took a deep breath, the power of thought in his body came out, summoning his own destiny without hesitation.
Faced with such a terrifying opponent, he knew that any fighting methods or skills, as well as a contest of will, had no meaning, and he could only fight the opponent with his strongest ability.
The black natal peach blossom has five petals, one of which was withered by Ning Que’s Yuan thirteen arrow, and the other two petals fell and crushed into powder in the self-violence in front of the ruined temple. Now it looks a bit unavoidable. Weird, miserable, there is a disgusting ugly meaning. It's like a rotten fish that has been dead for half a year on a sea boat.
Feeling the silence and darkness contained in the peach blossom of Prince Longqing’s life, the fallen knights immediately refreshed and got rid of the natural terror of Ye Hongyu. They only heard the sound of scoffing and breaking through the sky, dozens of swords. Vibrating out, with a stern buzzing, attacked the **** the lake!
At the moment when Prince Longqing summoned the black natal peach blossom, the expression on Ye Hongyu's face changed slightly. Because she felt the breath of death. Think of the tragedy in Zhishou Temple, but there is no reason to understand.
As for the dozens of seemingly powerful swords, they are not in her eyes at all. She didn't even pay any attention, spreading her divine robes with her hands slightly, and the holy Haotian Divine Hui suddenly spread over the lake.
The fallen knights are aided by Sachimaru. Most of them have the cultivation base of the Cave Profound Realm, especially the leaders of the few cavalry who survived by chance. Their realm is even higher. Their current life swords follow the breath of Prince Longqing and wipe out the sacrifice to the Hades. The nether black in exchange for it is extremely powerful, and it can directly break through the frontal ride of the iron armor heavy rider, and ordinary practitioners cannot resist it.
Then Xiling Divine Art is exactly the nemesis of these ghost swords.
When these black swords flew onto the lake seemingly irresistible. After flying into the Haotian Divine Glory of Ye Hongyu's body for more than ten feet, it was like a ghost encountering the scorching sun. The sword body suddenly trembled violently, braving bursts of blue smoke, and let out a miserable cry like a wailing. Power.
Some black Dao Swords saw something wrong and tried to fly away from the range controlled by Haotian Shenhui. But the bursts of blue smoke on the sword are like countless invisible ropes, which tightly bind them, no matter how desperately they stab them, they still can't fly out of this holy light. It looks like a moth in a lampshade.
The blood red robe fell like a waterfall on the jade arm, and Ye Hongyu took this calm posture. Lightly treading the lake slowly and unstoppably towards the other side of Bihu.
The Haotian divine brilliance radiating from her body is like a huge mask, moving along with her on the lake, and the black swords are also driven by her to move.
This picture is weird and shocking.
's Yuzu, stepped onto the lakeshore, leaving a shallow footprint in the cold gravel ground.
The holy Haotian divine brilliance gradually converged in Ye Hongyu's body.
The dozens of black nether swords, like being amnesty, want to fly away.
Ye Hongyu raised his right hand very casually, stretched out into the air, holding one of the Nether Dao swords.
At the moment when she held this Netherworld Dao Sword in her hand, the black body of the sword burst into endless blue smoke like a fire, and with the blue smoke, Dao Sword gradually returned to a bright white.
The remaining dozens of Netherworld swords, some successfully flew back to the fallen knight's side, and many fell miserably into the cold lake, splashing countless waves, and shocked countless lakes. fish.
Ye Hongyu grabs the sword at will, and the action of the sword seems to be very random.
She pierced the black natal peach blossom with a sword.
Because it is arbitrary, so I don't know where the sword intent is, how to avoid it?
Faced with this sword combining Ke Haoran's sword decisiveness and Liu Bai's sword intent, Long Qing couldn't dodge at all, and he hadn't thought about dodge at all, and his face was pale but firmly greeted him.
The black peach blossom is still intact with the tip of the sword.
Only a sneer was heard.
The black peach blossom condensed with pure heaven and earth vitality, trembling violently, there was a sign of cracking in an instant.
Long Qing's eyes didn't have any desperate emotions, they were just firm and cold. The next moment, the black and white in his eyes merged together again, turning into a bleak gray. An extremely greedy and violent aura sprayed out from the black robes on his body, and Qiuhu suddenly disturbed him.
Looking at his weird eyes, Ye Hongyu frowned slightly, his expression was a bit dignified, and a bit disgusting, and finally it was a mockery of disdain.
She flicked the robes, the holy divine splendor mixed with a strong smell of blood, hit the whirlpool formed by the greedy atmosphere in front of her, holy and bloody, these two auras are absolutely incompatible. Waved out of the sleeves of the gods' robe, it seemed to have become the stones in the secluded pavilion of the temple that had been soaked in blood for thousands of years-those stones with the smell of blood, which guarded the brilliance of Haotian.
Such rocks can't be swallowed by any whirlpool.
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(Victory on the first day, see you tomorrow.) To be continued
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