Chapter 91: Fierce battle in the tower

However, at this moment, from the ninety-nine-story spire, the Taiji Diagram blessed by humanity and faith instantly shot out a brilliant golden light, slashing towards the two magic swords that were about to rush into the sea of blood. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the same time, on the throne of the ten thousand skulls, the magic knife burst for a while, and instantly broke free from the shackles of countless magic threads, and slashed out with a sword, slashing towards the two magic swords.

Boom Boom Boom !!

The magic knife is fierce and fierce, and it is full of tragedy and determination.

The sword shook the sky and the earth, like hundreds of millions of gods and demons rushing forward, terrifying and abnormal.

Wherever the knife went, the sea of extremely filthy and evil blood was split in half in an instant.

Feeling the threat of those two forces, the magic knife is unmatched, and it is unstoppable. The brilliant golden light, extremely brilliant, faintly there are all saints, telling the avenue, fearing the power of the sky, invincible.

The two magic swords were separated in an instant. A head-on, extremely sharp magic knife; A golden beam of light swept across the ninety-nine-story spire.

"Boom... Roar..."

The terrible demon sword facing the magic sword is like a hell of a Shura, where hundreds of millions of powerful ghosts roar up to the sky, and their anger is soaring to the sky.

Boundless calamity, endless resentment erupted from the terrible demon sword. An extremely green sword light fought hard with the magic sword.

Rumble!!!

The magic knife and the magic sword, fight hard. In that terrifying impact, the waves of the sea of blood swept up in the sky, and they were instantly expelled by the terrifying waves of qi.

At the same time, the incomparably evil magic sword soared into the sky, towards the brilliant golden light that ran down from the ninety-nine-story spire.

Rumble!!

The evil demon sword twisted in the air, and the brilliant golden light, the will of humanity, was stalemate for a moment. The spire Taiji diagram suddenly erupted with a burst of blue light, and the blue light was blessed on the golden light, condensing into a giant palm, and striking a hard blow with the evil demon sword.

Rumble!!!

The terrifying coercion covered the Nine Desolations, and the sea of blood thousands of miles away was instantly discharged into the distance again.

In the midst of that mighty coercion, Chen Ping's wisp of darkness almost collapsed.

The two magic swords, fierce and evil, trembled lightly in the air. Obviously, the Demon Knife and the Spire Taiji Diagram gave them enough deterrence.

"The devil is mad and the sky is moving to the sun, and the sword is proud of the world."

"In the past, I endured humiliation and bowed my head silently, and the magic knife cut the sky with a bright sword."

Two demonic roars erupted from the magic knife in an instant, as if there was endless shame and endless ambition in his chest. But under the unstoppable force, he had to bow his head silently.

At the same time, a cyan light erupted in the Taiji diagram. It is extremely vast, as if it contains boundless cyan, and gradually descends from the spire.

"When the sky is in turmoil, there will be mad demons."

The vast words are full of anticipation and unwillingness, extremely contradictory emotions, but they make people sigh helplessly.

The sea of blood slowly flowed from afar, gradually regaining its former calm.

On the level of the sea of blood, the two magic swords groaned for a long time before they broke through the air and fell towards the sea of blood.

Poof.

The two magic swords suddenly pierced into the sea of blood and disappeared into the depths.

Just as he was thinking about it, the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda suddenly shook.

"It's our slack to be invaded by you so far!"

In the brilliant golden light, an old man in Tsing Yi was like a saint, with a white beard fluttering, friendly and refined.

The figure of this faint shadow of the old man burst out with terrifying power at this moment, and the vast fluctuations almost made Chen Ping feel dizzy.

saw that the old man turned his finger into a sword, drove the cyan horse to practice, and slashed at Chen Ping with a sword.

"I'm in trouble."

Maybe a dark clone is insignificant to him, but being killed like this, Chen Ping is extremely unhappy in his heart. Instantly looked at the fluctuating magic knife on the side.

Just as Chen Ping's eyes looked at the magic knife, the magic knife suddenly rolled up with demonic energy, powerful and evil.

Chen Ping frowned suddenly, and the blue light was practiced, and the sword mang, the two came sideways. Chen Ping's body suddenly shook in the air, turning into countless shadows, and immediately ran in all directions.

Rumble!!! The two incomparably powerful bombardments suddenly burst open, blowing up countless dark clones.

The sun is dark, and the shadow is disillusioned.

A dark figure of the Demon Shadow stepped out of the sky, and then continued to split, each clone was the same as the main body, whether it was breath or mana fluctuations.

One into thousands, thousands into thousands, and thousands into billions. Suddenly, countless shadows ran away in all directions.

"But that's it, die!"

The magic knife was incomparable, and a magic knife suddenly swept through the air. Thousands of dark clones were slashed horizontally by the magic knife.

The old man in green clothes in the golden light, with one hand and a finger, a cyan light suddenly turned into a cyan stone tablet and rose in the air. The cyan stone tablet shone with a trillion trillion blue light, and wherever the blue light went, the dark clone suddenly returned to its origin.

Looking at the stone tablet that evolved from cyan light rising to the sky, Chen Ping suddenly felt a feeling of inappropriateness in his heart. At this moment, thousands of dark clones were wiped out, and only one real clone remained.

"Taiqing Town Demon Monument!"

The old man opened his mouth and slowly spit out five words, the words were like the Tao, the sound of the avenue, and the ring sounded in the void.

As the old man's words fell, countless lines and countless truths were suddenly wrapped around the cyan stone tablet.

Then the stele slowly shrouded down, and the stele that was less than one meter was like a heaven and earth, imprisoning heaven and earth, imprisoning time and space.

Immediately, Chen Ping's mouth was bitter, there was no darkness here that he could borrow, and it was difficult for the divine power from the outside world to be transmitted in.

With the shock of the cyan stele, I faintly seemed to hear that the students were singing, the saints were talking about the Tao, and the people were asking people to fight ink.

The literary atmosphere is prosperous, and the humanity is brilliant.

At the same time, the magic knife on the side suddenly shattered the void, and evolved a huge magic knife with terrifying demonic energy, piercing the void and slashing across the air.

The old man in Tsing Yi is just right, and the cyan stele of heaven is reasonable. With that magic knife, the most evil is evil, terrifying and domineering.

Surrounded by good and evil, swords and stone tablets, swept across, and there is no way to avoid it.

Whew!!

However, in the midst of danger, Chen Ping's body suddenly moved rapidly in the void, and his legs quickly stepped up in the void.

"There is no shadow in the dark sun, and there is no shadow in the shadow."

Chen Ping snorted lowly, and when the follow-up was weak and there was a strong enemy in front of him, he had to use all his strength to resist. With Chen Ping, who was running at great speed, stepping on the void and reality, his figure was like an aurora, and disappeared in a flash.

As Chen Ping's figure became more and more illusory......

The sword suddenly accelerated, and it swept in first, shattering the void and destroying the demon power for nine days. In that sword, there is my invincible, invincible beings, and all kinds of artistic conceptions of killing heaven and earth come to my face.

With the cyan stone stele, it was getting closer and closer to the sea level, but under the terrifying pressure, Chen Ping's figure was getting slower and slower. With the cyan stone tablet covered, the entire void was imprisoned. All things are commanded for it.

The sword was getting closer and closer, and everywhere it went, the void exploded and the universe was destroyed. The terrifying artistic conception of the sword, Chen Ping couldn't help but be secretly frightened in his heart.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Chen Ping secretly gritted his teeth and shouted angrily:

"With just a broken sword, you dare to force me to this extent. Get out of here! ”

Chen Ping looked up to the sky and roared angrily, and the dark power suddenly condensed in his hand, instantly turning into a pitch-black long sword with a simple style and simple shape.

The sword is as black as ink, full of endless dark mysteries, silence, silence, disappearance, old age and other terrifying aura.

The pitch-black long sword and the extremely powerful magic sword suddenly struck in the void, and a terrifying power erupted between the two. With the powerful hard collision between the two, the powerful aura of the darkness and the demon path suddenly swept across all directions. The cyan stone stele that gradually covered and pressed down, in the face of the terrifying power of the two, the momentum of the fall was suddenly suffocated.

The power of the magic sword slashes the heavens and the earth, dominates the rise and fall of all things, and condenses the ferocious aura of the endless dead gods and demons, and the terrifying power is about to tear Chen Ping's dark identity to pieces.

In front of that terrifying demonic power, Chen Ping's dark power could not be replenished, and he couldn't help but use his footwork and move to the side. However, at this moment, Chen Ping found that the entire space seemed to be blocked, although the cyan stone tablet was blocked by the aura of the two, but the huge coercion always firmly solidified this space.

Click, click!!

In front of that magic sword, Chen Ping's pitch-black divine sword, which was condensed by dark power, gradually shattered. As long as the magic sword is slightly strengthened, Chen Ping's divine sword will be shattered in a moment, and that will be the time when the clone will perish.

Bang dang!!

The long sword condensed by the dark power was like a rain of light, floating in all directions.

The magic knife came straight ahead, the killing intent of the heavens and the earth, cutting off all living beings, Chen Ping was as cold as facing hell, as bloody as facing the Shura Demon Realm.

Chen Ping looked at the direction where the magic sword was coming. Vaguely, it was as if on the throne of the ten thousand skulls, seeing a demon shadow with his back to him. The demon shadow is burly and sharp, and the whole person reveals a temperament that is invincible and invincible.

"Demons?"

Looking at the back, Chen Ping suddenly felt melancholy, anger, and sadness in his heart.

Between the lightning and flint, Chen Ping seemed to see the demon shadow, sweeping the world and killing the strong people in heaven and earth.

Vaguely, it was as if he saw the demon shadow fighting the heavens and the earth, and finally the magic knife was shattered, the body was bloody, and the sorrow was in despair.

It was as if he saw the demon shadow, spilling blood under the ten thousand sword rays, the demon roared for nine days, and roared angrily.

Vaguely, it was as if he saw the demon body being penetrated by hundreds of millions of sword rays, the body was shattered, and the demon blood was sprinkled all over the world, but there was a trace of the demonic soul's fighting intent that was not extinguished.

Anger! Anger! Anger!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

At the last moment of the fall, the Demon Shadow was furious in his heart, and the killing intent was superb, but in the end he still fell.

"You used to be defeated."

"But, I won't."

Chen Pingping looked at the demon shadow on the throne, and looked directly at the magic knife with cold eyes.

Chen Ping's body turned into twelve, twelve gods and demons with different forms, and the huge and incomparably huge suddenly appeared in the void.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods!

Suddenly, the twelve ancestral witch phantoms, the phantoms were faint, but the aura was extremely strong. It is difficult to see the facial features clearly, but the fighting spirit is monstrous. The figures of twelve ancestral witches gradually gathered together.

As soon as the ancestral witch appeared, it seemed that there were countless Wu clansmen roaring, and the iron horse Jinge was loud.

Chen Ping incarnated as a doppelganger, incarnated twelve, although he became stronger, he could not last.

Without hesitation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly spit out a wisp of turbid qi from their mouths, and the boundless turbidity suddenly revealed a monstrous world-beating strongman.

The figure of the strongman is faint, but he can sense the majestic momentum and shake the world. But I saw that the manifestation of the world's strong man, a volley of grabbing, seemingly slow hand, but able to intercept the sweeping magic knife.

The magic knife is as powerful as the sea, and it is invincible. The tragic will, almost enough to destroy everything, is difficult to move in that giant hand.

"The eternal years gather tonight, and I have faded away from the past."

The demon shadow turned his back to Chen Ping, and his words were calm and calm, not distracted by the appearance of the strong man.

"The three defeats in the past are not incompetence, but silent for the sake of ambition."

The shadow slowly twisted its head, its body slightly sideways. A pair of cold eyes stared at Chen Ping tightly, his eyes were cold, and it was difficult to hide the killing intent like an ocean, and his spirit was greater than that of the sky and the sea.

Then the magic knife, the sword rose again, and the monstrous killing intent suddenly dispersed the phantom of the world-beating strongman, and strangled towards the twelve ancestral witch clones.

Boom Boom Boom !!

In the fierce bombardment, the twelve ancestral witches collided wildly with the magic knife, and the twelve in one were like one, but they were constantly retreated in front of the magic knife, and finally the eleven ancestral witch phantoms were forcibly killed.

In the end, the Dijiang Phantom escaped, turned into Chen Ping's appearance again, and looked at the fierce magic knife, and couldn't help but feel depressed.

"It's not that you can come, retreat!"

The old man in the green robe stood on top of the cyan stone stele, looked at Chen Ping below, and said softly.