Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Farewell Is Not Done
Situ Yin's hideous face showed a touch of contempt, and he snorted coldly, "The momentum is strong enough, I don't know what the strength is." ”
"Don't talk nonsense, just try it." Xiaoyao said proudly, slammed the soles of his feet on the ground, and the whole person rose from the ground and rushed towards the treacherous scene.
Straight past everyone, a sharp sword pierced the sky.
At this moment, the two sides that had been stagnant due to this sudden situation immediately reacted and immediately fell into a fierce battle again.
Mu Yun on the stone floor was slightly stunned, and one of them joined the ranks of the elders.
Lingzhi stared at the place, and her pretty face showed a heavy color. She knew that Xiaoyao was definitely not Situ Yin's opponent, so she was hesitating at the moment whether she should step forward to help her, or go all out to solve the leaders first, and then join forces with everyone to deal with Situ Yin.
After being stunned for a moment, the spirit eyes looked at Mu Yun after joining the excitement, and the situation had already reversed. As Mu Yun's powerful beast spirits poured out, the leader was already in a state of overwhelm. The idea in his heart must no longer hesitate, and with his coquettishness, the red feather ghost practice is all over the sky.
I saw a ghostly shadow on the stone floor, rising to the sky, followed by the escape, and attacked the fantasy that Situ Yin had transformed.
In the face of such a strong attack of two different horses, Situ Yin was not timid at all, and still looked calm and calm. Such an appearance instantly deepened an invisible pressure in the hearts of Xiaoyao and Lingzhi, so that the two of them had to make a decisive mentality to fight hard.
The sword brought out by the Zhuxian Sword was forced to the illusion.
Situ Yin violently raised his murderous countenance.
I saw that the surrounding clouds and mist suddenly twisted and rolled up, and then merged into a whirlpool-like torrent, surging towards the illusion.
Ignoring this sudden change, he was still distracted, and he was full of murderous intent towards Situ Yin's phantom eyebrows.
Lingzhi, who followed closely, felt like a galloping wind with red feathers in the sky.
The pretty face, which was as white as ice, became extremely dark under the cover of the sky and the competition. A pair of clear and beautiful eyes showed a treacherous pale red.
This appearance is even more weird than the crazy demon appearance that appeared when he fought with Xiaoyao before. The fluctuations of spiritual power that gushed out were even more direct than those of Xiaoyao.
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Ling Zhi's strange eyes flickered to the changes in the sky, and then her face turned grim, and she let out a strange sound similar to gasping.
After the sound fell, the aura that was entwined and rising around his body was like a pair of skillful giant hands, all of which poked out in unison, and went straight to the clouds and mist that were about to emerge in front of Situ Yin's illusion.
This move instantly relieved a lot of pressure on the leisurely, and I saw his lips closed tightly, looking indifferent and forgetful. At this time, he was afraid that nothing could interrupt him except for the heavy blow that his strength could destroy Xiaoyao.
Situ Yin's two wide and huge cloud eyebrows frowned slightly, and in the face of the attack of the two of them so cooperating, he began to show a heavy look. The heart immediately mobilized a powerful evil spirit qi and injected it into the clouds, and the clouds and mist in the sky immediately became thick and heavy.
The walls built by spiritual power training were finally torn apart by the impact of spiritual clouds and mist after Situ Yin's mind was strengthened, and finally shattered, turning into pieces of operating crystals and dissipating in mid-air.
The thousands of clouds and mist that lost their blocking were like torrents, instantly converging in front of Situ Yin's illusion, so that Xiaoyao could no longer distinguish Situ Yin's location, and could only rely on his feelings, and his mind was still straight to the ground.
The distance between Situ Yin and Xiaoyao was only a stone's throw away, and above the sky, they were still some distance apart. This distance has already broken Xiaoyao's original plan, but at this time there is no way back. can only hold on to the heart, the basis of the unity of man and sword, and attack the position of Situ Yin's deity at the center of the fantasy eyebrows.
Xiaoyao knew that he was trying his best with his sword, if he couldn't hurt Situ Yin, then when he reacted, the consequences could be imagined.
Ling Zhi also sensed the situation, and immediately mobilized the strange spiritual cultivation that was hidden on weekdays again, and once again refined a series of offensive attacks that were even more powerful than just now. Trying to break through the clouds with his own attack, he probed out Situ Yin's location for a while.
I saw a strange training like a meteor group, straight through the surroundings, and hit the clouds at a gallop.
Knowing freely, Ling's eyes gathered, and he immediately felt that the vision in front of him was clear, and even the wisps of faint clouds were clear.
I saw that its offensive remained unchanged, and his gaze followed the training. As soon as the two came into contact, Xiaoyao sighed in his heart, and he was immediately depressed.
The originally strong, thunderbolt-like training, after hitting the clouds, did not cause any waves, and then dissipated into the sky like the wind, leaving only brilliant broken chips, which were sprinkled on the houses and halls of Lingshui City.
On Ling Zhi's ruthless countenance, for the first time, the loss after defeat appeared. This time she had no choice, this time she had to rely on herself.
At this time, Xiaoyao was already in full swing, and there was no illusion at all, the sword and the person combined into a laser, and shot straight forward like an arrow.
At this moment, the clouds and mist blocking in front of the two of them suddenly moved, and instantly turned into a powerful whirlpool, which continued to roll, slowly forming an unprecedented powerful offensive.
After a small meal, my heart was miserable.
Situ Yin had a murderous intent this time, and he wanted to kill Xiaoyao in order to condense such a powerful offensive, hoping to kill him with one blow. Such a surging and majestic offensive was something that everyone present had never seen before. The people who had dealt with Situ Yin on the scene also saw Situ Yin's true strength for the first time.
After Mu Yun joined the fight, the puppet leader was killed in a hurry, leaving only a few black shadows still lingering. Mu Yun and his entourage all used all their strength, and everyone eliminated a kind of puppet.
At this time, several people below were looking at the skyline in astonishment, the changes in the two offensives.
Suddenly, the free Zhuxian Sword was about to hit the center of the whirlpool, a cloud tip that rotated rapidly like an electric drill.
Ling Zhi's face dissipated, and the spiritual power around her body became weak, her pretty face was pale and bloodless, her eyes were slightly watery, and then she turned her head away, and she couldn't bear to look at the battle that had been decided.
The people below all had solemn faces, and at this moment, in their hearts, they all had great respect for the ordinary boy.
Who in the human world can fight with Situ Yin so fearlessly of life and death, I'm afraid that even the three elders of Changfeng Pavilion can't do it.
Mu Yunqiao's face was full of mixed tastes, the person who was going to die should be herself, but she didn't expect that at this time, it became a free and easy thing that she had always been unpleasant to, and her heart was as uncomfortable as a drop of blood, and tears couldn't help but burst out of her eyes, "I know the ending, but I still have to fight to save myself, what is this for?"
Xiaoyao's eyes were already shrouded in black and miserable clouds, but at this moment, for some reason, there was no fear in his heart.
It's just a slight regret and pity. This time I really have to say goodbye, goodbye in the next life, and next time I will never let people break us up again no matter what.
"Qingyu, did you hear me?"