Pei Ziqiu was not having a good time at this time, Ji Sanhuo fired like crazy, and the burden caused to him was not a little bit.

Gritting his teeth and bearing the pain of being torn and reassembled all over his body, this kind of torture that was close to death but always had a glimmer of strength almost drove him crazy.

Rao is his heart is tenacious, and he has been in a trance several times.

Finally, the high-frequency release caused the Divine Thunder Cannon to be seriously damaged, and more than seventy percent of the internal parts were scrapped, and the two Divine Thunder Cannon could no longer be used.

***

Ink-dyed clothes squinted at the past with a pair of demon-red bloody eyes.

Silent recitation in the heart, marking.

She is different from others, she only needs a simple mark to determine whether Pei Ziqiu is dead or alive, and the monk who marks the cultivation higher than her will be perceived by the other party, Mo Dye Yi believes that at this moment, Lord Pei Ziqiu will not mind, uh, I hope that his measure is as high as the mountain and thicker than the sea like his realm......

After making sure that the other party was still alive, Mo Dye Yi was very relieved.

This is the biggest backer of the Hanyu Palace at present, and only if this one is here, they will have a good life in the Hanyu Palace.

But think about the strength of this adult, even if she still maintains her demonic body, she is just as jealous!

God, what kind of demon does this have to be to not die under the high-speed fire of the two divine thunder cannons!

It's still just the transformation period, but what about the refining period? What about the merger period? Wouldn't it be stronger and stronger?

She felt that with her current brain hole, she couldn't imagine the picture of this adult's cultivation after being promoted again.

The next moment, Ink-dyed Clothes' gaze shifted to the remaining seven black-armored monks.

There is already a rough judgment. Then connect what you see, and sure enough, look at it with different eyes. Something interesting will be discovered.

Although these black-armored monks were expressionless and always showed a cold face, they looked at the monks in the Transformation Stage with a sense of superiority over each other, maybe they didn't realize it themselves, they unconsciously looked down on these cultivators who were currently in the "same realm" as them.

Licking his red burning lips, Mo Dye Yi felt a little "**".

This is the feeling of the magic sword, and she feels the same way when she is in the state of enchantment.

In the eyes of the ink-dyed clothes at this time. These seven people are no longer an insurmountable mountain, but a surprise easter egg with weakened strength!

The heart moves at will.

The ink-dyed clothes have murderous intentions, and people are like arrows off the string. Shoot it out and there will be no more turns, and you will never move forward!

With an extremely blunt and domineering attitude, he cut off a black-armored monk who was in a pair of two, and the magic sword in his hand was vigorous. There are no flashy moves. didn't have much speed, relying on the strange difficulty of teleportation and the magic sword itself, he was stunned and fought with the other party endlessly, not falling behind.

The two Avatar Stage monks who watched the joint efforts were stunned.

They glanced at each other and read the consternation in each other's eyes.

Now the infancy is so fierce?

If the battle with the black-armored monk just now, the ink-dyed clothes were desperate and forgot to fall into the rhythm of the battle, then the current ink-dyed clothes are full of joy. The real enjoyment is in the middle of the battle.

Blue Blood drank blood in battle after battle, and the seal on his body went from a crack to a loosening. Now, it is not far from the lifting of all lockdowns.

The magic sword has a spirit, and these cultivators who have sealed the cultivation are regarded as the elixir to unseal, and if they are entangled with one, they will not die.

The movement of the ink-dyed clothes became faster and faster, so fast that only a cloud of shadows remained with the naked eye, and even the afterimage could no longer be seen.

At this time, she entered a mysterious and mysterious realm, and she couldn't tell whether she was the magic sword or the magic sword was her, and she didn't know if she controlled the magic sword at will, attacking faster and faster, or the magic sword affected her, always teleporting at the right time, and always appearing at the right landing point.

Everything is so natural and appropriate, and the man and the sword are like a whole.

When the black-armored monk's sword slashed under the blue blood, the magic sword eagerly pulled the person dry, and without pause, it attacked the next black-armored monk who was closest to him.

Until this black-armored monk also died at the hands of ink-dyed clothes, her bloodthirsty murderous fierceness when she was haunted and demonized had been deeply engraved in everyone's hearts and could not be eliminated.

After killing two black-armored monks in a row, the "busy" figure of the ink-dyed clothes finally stopped.

Her eyes were overflowing with blood and tears, flowing down the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't stop it.

Ears, mouth, nose......

Everywhere there are holes on his body, there is blood gushing out of Zizi.

Seven holes spurting blood, there is wood?!

The hand holding the sword trembled violently, the blood vessels of the arm covered by the long sleeves burst, and a large area of hematoma floated under the skin, threatening to emerge at any time.

The Yuan Infant of the Inner Mansion had not yet digested the previous "nutrition", and suddenly two waves of massive True Yuan came in a row, which almost cost the Yuan Baby's life.

The baby explosion is just around the corner!

If Yuanying can complain, he will definitely roar: "Ink dyed clothes, you still have no humanity!" The Lun family doesn't want to blow themselves up! ”

In the face of the crisis that may burst at any time, there are only two ways in front of the ink dyeing clothes, one is to advance in battle.

The second is to give up these blood qi true elements sucked by the blood-sucking runes on the Blue Blood Demon Sword, and continue to feed back to the magic sword, then, the seal on the magic sword will be completely broken and restore the true magic sword posture.

There wasn't much time to think about it.

She thought very clearly, unless she didn't use the blue blood to clear it up later, it was only a matter of time before this magic sword broke through the seal, what was the difference between a little earlier and a little later, escaping was not a way, what should come was always coming, in the multiple-choice question of rushing through the god transformation period and unsealing the blue blood demon sword, the latter was unknown, and the former was the real danger.

Thinking of this, Ink Dye Yi did not hesitate to transmit the blood qi true yuan under the effect of the bloodsucking rune back to the Blue Blood Demon Sword.

The magic sword trembled even more violently, and even her whole body trembled like a convulsion.

I don't know, I thought I was guilty of epilepsy......

Everyone's eyes are not enough.

Emma, should we wait for the life and death of Lord Pei Ziqiu, who is bombarded by the divine thunder cannon, or should I watch the seven-hole bleeding and convulsive dance of the ink-dyed clothes?

Hemp. What the hell is this?!

Why are there some strange drops of silver around the couple?

The whole arm of the ink-dyed clothes was wasted, bursting the blood vessels and meridians. All kinds of explosive ......

The whole right arm is completely unconscious, let alone the hand, and she can't feel good at all, let alone hold the sword, but the Blue Blood Demon Sword is still stuck to her hand, and it just can't come down......

The bleeding from the seven holes gradually stopped, and the ink-dyed clothes were now even more terrifying than the female ghosts.

The hair didn't know when it was loose. Messy flying, bloody eyes and red lips, plus a face covered with blood. Whether it is day or night to go out for a walk, mortals must look at one dead and one dead, and watch two dead and one pair, that is, the cultivators are more timid. I didn't dare to sleep for days.

She's the ghost she looks like now. Everyone knows she's not in good shape.

Although he couldn't figure out the specific reason, he obviously said very mightily just now, and beheaded two black-armored monks under the sword.

A black-armored monk rushed forward, his eyes flashing with a cold and fierce light.

The black-armored monk was most impressed by the ink-dyed cloak.

Because he is the only one of the eight who has a physical cultivation.

***

Pei Ziqiu was not having a good time at this time, Ji Sanhuo fired like crazy, and the burden caused to him was not a little bit.

Gritting his teeth and bearing the pain of being torn and reassembled all over his body, this kind of torture that was close to death but always had a glimmer of strength almost drove him crazy.

Rao is his tenacity. Also in a trance several times.

Finally, the release of high frequency. As a result, the Divine Thunder Cannon was seriously damaged, more than seventy percent of the internal parts were scrapped, and the two Divine Thunder Cannon could no longer be used.

***

Ink-dyed clothes squinted at the past with a pair of demon-red bloody eyes.

Silent recitation in the heart, marking.

She is different from others, she only needs a simple mark to determine whether Pei Ziqiu is dead or alive, and the monk who marks the cultivation higher than her will be perceived by the other party, Mo Dye Yi believes that at this moment, Lord Pei Ziqiu will not mind, uh, I hope that his measure is as high as the mountain and thicker than the sea like his realm......

After making sure that the other party was still alive, Mo Dye Yi was very relieved.

This is the biggest backer of the Hanyu Palace at present, and only if this one is here, they will have a good life in the Hanyu Palace.

But think about the strength of this adult, even if she still maintains her demonic body, she is just as jealous!

God, what kind of demon does this have to be to not die under the high-speed fire of the two divine thunder cannons!

It's still just the transformation period, but what about the refining period? What about the merger period? Wouldn't it be stronger and stronger?

She felt that with her current brain hole, she couldn't imagine the picture of this adult's cultivation after being promoted again.

The next moment, Ink-dyed Clothes' gaze shifted to the remaining seven black-armored monks.

Now that you have a rough judgment, and then you connect what you see, and sure enough, if you look at it with different eyes, you will find something interesting.

Although these black-armored monks were expressionless and always showed a cold face, they looked at the monks in the Transformation Stage with a sense of superiority over each other, maybe they didn't realize it themselves, they unconsciously looked down on these cultivators who were currently in the "same realm" as them.

Licking his red burning lips, Mo Dye Yi felt a little "**".

This is the feeling of the magic sword, and she feels the same way when she is in the state of enchantment.

In the eyes of Mo Dye Yi at this time, these seven people are no longer an insurmountable mountain, but a surprise easter egg whose strength has been weakened!

The heart moves at will.

The ink-dyed clothes have a murderous intent, and people are like arrows off the string, and when they shoot out, they will never turn around, and they will not move forward!

With an extremely blunt and domineering attitude, he cut off a black-armored monk who was in a pair of two, the magic sword in his hand was vigorous, there were no gorgeous moves, and there was no fast speed, relying on the strange and difficult to distinguish teleportation and the magic sword itself, he was stunned and fought with the other party, and did not fall behind.

The two Avatar Stage monks who watched the joint efforts were stunned.

They glanced at each other and read the consternation in each other's eyes.

Now the infancy is so fierce?

If in the battle with the black-armored monk just now, the ink dyed clothes did their best and fell into the rhythm of the battle without selfishness, then the current ink dyed clothes are full of joy and real enjoyment in the battle.

Blue Blood drank blood in battle after battle, and the seals on his body went from a slight crack to loosening, and now, it is not far from being unsealed.

The magic sword has a spirit, and these cultivators who have sealed the cultivation are regarded as the elixir to unseal, and if they are entangled with one, they will not die.

The movement of the ink-dyed clothes became faster and faster, so fast that only a cloud of shadows remained with the naked eye, and even the afterimage could no longer be seen.

At this time, she entered a mysterious and mysterious realm, and she couldn't tell whether she was the magic sword or the magic sword was her, and she didn't know if she controlled the magic sword at will, attacking faster and faster, or the magic sword affected her, always teleporting at the right time, and always appearing at the right landing point.

Everything is so natural and appropriate, and the man and the sword are like a whole.

When the black-armored monk's sword slashed under the blue blood, the magic sword eagerly pulled the person dry, and without pause, it attacked the next black-armored monk who was closest to him.

Until this black-armored monk also died at the hands of ink-dyed clothes, her bloodthirsty murderous fierceness when she was haunted and demonized had been deeply engraved in everyone's hearts and could not be eliminated.

After killing two black-armored monks in a row, the "busy" figure of the ink-dyed clothes finally stopped.

Her eyes were overflowing with blood and tears, flowing down the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't stop it.

Ears, mouth, nose......

Everywhere there are holes on his body, there is blood gushing out of Zizi.

Seven holes spurting blood, there is wood?!

The hand holding the sword trembled violently, the blood vessels of the arm covered by the long sleeves burst, and a large area of hematoma floated under the skin, threatening to emerge at any time.

The Yuan Infant of the Inner Mansion had not yet digested the previous "nutrition", and suddenly two waves of massive True Yuan came in a row, which almost cost the Yuan Baby's life.

The baby explosion is just around the corner!

If Yuanying can complain, he will definitely roar: "Ink dyed clothes, you still have no humanity!" The Lun family doesn't want to blow themselves up! ”

In the face of the crisis that may burst at any time, there are only two ways in front of the ink dyeing clothes, one is to advance in battle.

The second is to give up these blood qi true elements sucked by the blood-sucking runes on the Blue Blood Demon Sword, and continue to feed back to the magic sword, then, the seal on the magic sword will be completely broken and restore the true magic sword posture.

There wasn't much time to think about it.

She thought very clearly, unless she didn't use the blue blood to clear it up later, it was only a matter of time before this magic sword broke through the seal, what was the difference between a little earlier and a little later, escaping was not a way, what should come was always coming, in the multiple-choice question of rushing through the god transformation period and unsealing the blue blood demon sword, the latter was unknown, and the former was the real danger.

Thinking of this, Ink Dye Yi did not hesitate to transmit the blood qi true yuan under the effect of the bloodsucking rune back to the Blue Blood Demon Sword.

The magic sword trembled even more violently, and even her whole body trembled like a convulsion.

I don't know, I thought I was guilty of epilepsy......

Everyone's eyes are not enough.

Emma, should we wait for the life and death of Lord Pei Ziqiu, who is bombarded by the divine thunder cannon, or should I watch the seven-hole bleeding and convulsive dance of the ink-dyed clothes?

Ma Ma, what the hell is this?!

Why are there some strange drops of silver around the couple?

The whole arm of the ink-dyed clothes is wasted, bursting blood vessels, bursting meridians, and all kinds of explosions...... (To be continued......)