Text Chapter 201 The King of Killing Gods

Xiao Leng looked at Long Yun in the sweeping branches, a soft gratitude flashed on his face, and his body flew up like a big bird, landing on Long Yun's side in the blink of an eye.

Everyone looked at Long Yun and Xiao Leng in mid-air with some astonishment, not knowing what the two of them were going to do, but they just stared at these two people intently, and seemed to have stopped breathing.

Long Yun's brows furrowed slightly, and he tried his best to control the Burning Sky Pure Fire, and the thousands of branches swayed wildly, constantly whipping on the Pure Fire, trying to deflect the flames that made him hate!

"Dare to be arrogant!" Xiao snorted coldly, and with a wave of his big hand, the vigorous killing machine spread out, turning into a heavy blood shadow, and rippling out of the sky frantically.

Circles of ripples spread out in all directions, and wherever they passed, the murderous aura skyrocketed to the extreme.

"What can a mere ant-like figure do even if he inherits the bloodline of killing gods? Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Get out of the way!"

The branches were all shrouded in murderous aura, and his murderous aura was much more condensed than the murderous aura released by Xiao Leng, but there was some better charm in it, and that trace of verve was the power of domination.

However, although his murderous aura is not as pure as Xiao Leng's, the power contained in it is enough to make up for all this, and under the reversal of the huge murderous aura, the two face each other without letting go.

"Little junior brother, his weakness is at the intersection of all the branches, there is a tree hole there, which is a portal to his interior, help me contain him, as long as I can enter, I am sure to devour him!" Xiao Leng's voice sounded in Long Yun's ears.

Long Yun's brows furrowed slightly, the body of the Yuandao realm burst out perfectly at this moment, coupled with the cultivation power of his peak realm of cleansing the marrow, the two complemented each other, and the aura skyrocketed out in an instant.

"Sword Swing!" Long Yun said lightly, and in an instant, the sword finger stabbed out, and strange fluctuations began to spread out in the sword qi that came out of his fingertips.

It can be seen with the naked eye that circles of faint ripples emerge, constantly filled with drifting and dreamy foam, overlapping and overlapping, and I don't know how closely the frequency is oscillating.

The murderous aura in the sky, under the full force of the sword swing move, was shocked away one after another, and together with the murderous aura contained, there was also a brief relaxation at this moment.

"Burial Sword!" Long Yun struck a successful blow, not giving him the slightest respite, and the Burial Sword move spread out again, and he stabbed out with both hands at the same time.

Two lightsabers burst out from both hands at the same time, turning into two long swords that were coiled in the air, one was filled with a sad aura, and the other was a nostalgic taste.

The two sword intentions were fused together in an instant, this is the mystery of the burial sword, the fusion of grief and nostalgia, and the sacrifice!

Where the burial sword passed, the murderous aura seemed to be infected by the aura of the burial sword, and they all rolled back, and at the same time, Long Yun's face was pale, and he opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of blood

The sword finger in his hand did not stop in the slightest, and he stopped shouting: "Sword spirit!"

In the Xuan Turtle True Realm, in the battle with his own shadow, he realized the sword in his heart, and now it is the same, at this moment, in his eyes, all people, things, and things have disappeared, and there is only one sword left in his heart.

A rusty, but full of endless legends of the ancient sword, he didn't know the name of this ancient sword, he didn't know its origin, he only knew that this was the sword in his heart.

Both hands slowly raised towards the void, and above the palm, a golden sword directly soared ten zhang in length, as if it was a big sword that could open the world, allowing Long Yun to slowly raise it above his head.

"Open for me! open!open!" Long Yun said the three "open" words on his face, and the big sword in his hand slashed down angrily, and when the third "open" word fell, the sword qi skyrocketed to an extreme in an instant.

And when this sword fell, Long Yun also added a wonderful element to it, his palm stretched out, and a faint yīn yang fish pattern condensed.

And gradually turned from vague to clear, all of which were filled in this sword, and if others saw the yīn yang fish pattern in Long Yun's palm, they would definitely be shocked.

Only those who have come over know that the yīn yang fish pattern is the legendary one that only the strong who have broken through to the yīn yang realm can perceive, the yīn yang seal.

Long Yun's cultivation is just an innate circle realm, and he was able to condense a yīn yang seal, although it was only one, but it was enough to prove that he was different from ordinary people.

The breath of yīn yang seeped into this sword, adding several times the power of this sword, and when the sword fell, all the branches rolled up and avoided it.

Long Yun fought desperately, and the three consecutive killing moves were displayed, which in itself represented a limit, and this limit, I am afraid that only a physical cultivation like Long Yun was much higher than his own cultivation, so he could display it so safely.

Otherwise, if an ordinary person casts a three-move combo of such intensity, I am afraid that the physical body will not be able to resist the tearing airflow, and the meridians will be broken inch by inch, and from then on, they will be like a wasted person.

However, Rao is Long Yun was physically strong, and at this moment, he already felt the pain coming from the meridians, gritted his teeth and shouted at Xiao Leng: "Don't start yet!"

Xiao Leng saw Long Yun's pale face, knowing how much he had been hurt in order to create an opportunity for himself this time, and he didn't dare to stay for half a minute.

Gritting his teeth violently, his body shuttled out, and he hurried forward in the path that Long Yun had opened up for him, only to appear at the fork of the branches of the thorns in an instant.

Sure enough, a tree hole that only allowed one person to pass through was across the fork of the branch, and the dark and secluded hole constantly exuded bursts of cold aura, all of which were condensed with murderous aura.

"You dare!" "You dare!" Quan Jing naturally knew what Xiao Leng was going to do now, although it was the embodiment of part of the Gang Jing in the body of the Killing God, but after so many years, it had already appeared its own Du Lì consciousness.

He would never allow himself to become a vassal of others, not even the heirs of the Killing God.

Thousands of branches swept over like a crimson wave, with a huge murderous aura, to completely wipe out Xiao Leng, and at the same time, at the entrance of the cave, a ray of light flashed out, forming a fine rune.

Between the flow of runes, the Dao Dao golden light scattered, condensing into a layer of light, which actually sealed the entrance of the cave completely.

Xiao Leng's eyes flickered, and with a wave of one hand, an almost violent murderous aura centered on him, spreading fiercely towards the surroundings, and under the traction of the huge aura, the surrounding heavenly dao quietly changed.

On his right hand, which stretched out, a crimson light flew up into the sky, and all the murderous aura suddenly burst out from this red light!

"Peng-" Where the sword broke through the air, the thousands of branches of the thorns exploded the moment they touched this sword.

A terrible scream came from the thorn, mixed with his almost frightened roar: "This is... The breath of the Killing God Sword, impossible, how can you have this divine weapon?"

As the words fell, the crimson light of Xiao Leng's right hand slowly dissipated, revealing a long knife rippling with blood ripples, a peerless divine soldier from the Temple of Killing God, the Killing God Knife.

With a knife in his hand, Xiao Leng's aura reached its peak at this moment, as if it was about to completely collapse, and the endless power began to spread wildly towards the surroundings.

"Break it for me—" Without any extra nonsense, Xiao Leng swung out the Killing God Knife and slashed at the seal shrouded in the tree hole.

"Boom-" The God Killing Sword was born by condensing ten thousand years of murderous aura, and at the same time, there is a special relationship between it and the Thorns.

It is said that the body of the god-killing knife is an extraterrestrial meteorite, which fell from the sky and landed on the resting Jing Jing, knocking his body through.

This meteorite also remained in the body of the thorn, and began to absorb the murderous aura in its body like a moth, turning it into its own energy.

Later, after defeating the Thorn, the Creation Dragon God took out this meteorite from the Thorn's body, refined it into a peerless god-killing knife with extraterritorial heavenly fire, and passed it to one of his subordinates, who was the first generation of God-Killing and was called the King of God-Killing.