"Ahh

Zilu, who was halfway through the applause, suddenly lost his voice and exclaimed, only to see the bitter saint swing his sword casually and shake the Datong sword away.

"Ahh How could the Datong Sword stab him invulnerable? As the party concerned, the Holy King was even more shocked in his heart, and his figure was forced to turn back.

"Humph! Lao Tzu practiced the [Cutting Hardship and Locking Tendons] magic skill horizontally, and a mere sword wound was nothing! Ku Sheng snorted coldly, and the sword swept over, taking advantage of the victory to pursue.

As soon as the Holy King Fu landed, he immediately turned around and went up, leaning between the staggered swords, avoiding them one by one.

"Datong's sword power can be divided into gold, I don't believe that I can't pierce your body protection magic skills!" The Holy King was not convinced.

Burst! Burst! Burst!

Dodging the Eight Bitter Blades, the Saint King immediately counterattacked fiercely, stabbing several swords at the right arm of the Bitter Saint.

Although he was still unable to penetrate the sashimi, the bitter saint was still forced away by the powerful sword power.

"Damn, if the sword enters three points, it will be locked by his powerful internal force, and he can't advance ......an inch" The offensive was blocked, and the Holy King was depressed.

The bitter saint's horizontal kung fu practice was seen by everyone, and Nie Feng said with emotion towards Bu Jingyun, "Senior brother, do you remember the absolute godlessness back then? The hard kung fu of the bitter saint is not much better than the godless [Immortal Golden Body] of Dongying back then. ”

Lin Feng also transmitted the message to Wang Hao, "The defense of this ugly monster is no worse than the golden bell jar of Yuan Xiang!" ”

Wang Hao replied, "If you talk about martial arts itself, it is naturally inferior to the Golden Bell Jar, but the gap in cultivation is there, and with Yuan Xiang's current cultivation alone, I am afraid that the defense is not as good as the other party." ”

With the cultivation of the Holy King, coupled with the advantages of the Datong Sword, it is enough to break the golden bell jar of the Yuan Xiang with one sword.

Drink!

During the exchange of everyone, the Bitter Saint had regrouped and attacked the Saint King with ferocious energy.

Although his horizontal kung fu practice made his body difficult to hurt with a sword, the sword was as strong as thunder, and it still hurt his heart and lungs.

And the more intense the pain, the stronger the fighting spirit, and the pain not only did not weaken the bitter saint's combat power, but instead poured his desperate heart to the top.

Seeing its surging momentum and fierce fighting spirit, the Holy King chose to temporarily avoid its front, the back of his figure, and at the same time, the sword momentum swirled, hitting the splattered gravel, reflecting the bitter saint and blocking its attack.

Bell Bell ......

However, at this time, the Holy King took advantage of the other party's body to stagnate, and immediately went around to the lower plate of the Bitter Sage with a fast body, and the sword came out of the tricky, like a spiritual snake out of a hole, and under the shock of the Bitter Sage, it pierced into the disc iron nail on the chest of the Bitter Sage.

"Hey!" The Holy King grinned, swinging and ticking, accurately picking out the iron nails, and then the figure flipped, and the sword was cut again, and the iron nails on the feet of the bitter saint were also broken.

Bang!

The body of the bitter saint is undecided, and the third sword has arrived!

"Ahh The bitter saint was shocked and hurriedly leaned back to dodge, but he still missed a move.

Puff puff......

The iron nails on the forehead were also picked out, and three swords in a row, all in one go, the bitter saint could not be prevented, and the iron nails on the head, chest and feet were all cut off.

"Every time the Datong Sword stabs a sword on him, the nails on his muscles will be tightened by a point, it seems that the Holy King has found the flaw in his body protection divine skill......" Nie Feng, who had a clear ice heart, observed it very clearly, and he already knew the results of the battle in his heart.

At this time, in the gap at the entrance of the Canglong Mausoleum, there was a little girl who was secretly watching the battle, because she had no cultivation at all, and everyone's attention was on the Bitter Saint and the Saint King, so no one noticed.

When the little girl saw the situation of the bitter saint, her face was full of shock, and she hurriedly ran to the mausoleum.

"It's amazing!" There was a cave in the mausoleum, and there were several figures waiting, and the little girl ran forward and shouted anxiously, "Uncle! The iron nails in Grandpa Ku's body have been picked up, and it looks very painful, hurry up and help him! ”

Hearing the news, the leader sighed deeply, "I can't imagine that the Holy King has found the flaw of the bitter master [Cutting Bitter Lock Tendons] in just a few dozen moves, it seems that the victory and defeat have been divided, and we have to intervene." ”

The man kindly and seriously touched the little girl's head and said, "Xiaoguo, you go back first!" Don't worry, he won't be able to get past us! ”

Outside the mausoleum,

Roar!!!

The thirty-six [Affliction Nails] in the whole body originally blocked the meridians of the whole body of the Bitter Sage, locking the pain in it, but now the nails were pulled up, and the frenzy accumulated in the whole body erupted at the same time, and the roaring sound was deafening!

The roar was endless, and the bitter saint suddenly carried the supreme power of the boundless bitter secret in his body, he was going to fight hard!

Boundless bitterness!

The five yin are bitter.

There are eight sufferings in life, but they are by no means as good as the five yin and suffering, and when the five yin are blazing and cover the true nature, they will suffer the eternal suffering of reincarnation.

In the face of the cold and incomparable, with the sword strength of infinite pain, the Holy King is confident, and the sword in his hand is in his hand!

The Holy King clenched the Datong Sword with both hands, poured his internal strength, and swung it suddenly.

Prosperous!

The boundless bitterness is strong and fierce, Rao is holy king cultivates above the bitter saint, and he does not dare to touch its glory at the moment, and immediately unloads all of them on the ground, causing the ground to crack and debris to splash everywhere.

At the same time, the Holy King was sideways, and the Datong Sword swung the Eight Bitter Blades to the side, and then returned with one leg.

Fengshen leg method!

Grass in the wind!

Touch!

The Holy King's swordsmanship has the Heavenless Sword, and the kung fu on the hands and feet also has the three masters, all of which are excellent.

Wow!

The Holy King swung his sword again.

Cha!

Kick back, come with a sword, and never let the bitter saint have a chance to breathe.

The bitter saint hurriedly withdrew and retreated, but without the body blocked by the [Hardship Nail], he finally splashed blood.

"Good! Since you can bleed, it's time to kill you! The Holy King applauded, and the sword move resumed.

Heavenless Sword!

Heroes are nowhere to be found!

This sword move, was driven by a lonely and helpless, but pretentious ambition of the curtain Yingxiong, the hero is not unfound, known but difficult to find, just because of the world, count the heroes, who else is me!

Rustle rustle......

I saw that the Holy King couldn't help but spin sharply, using the Datong Sword as the axis, causing the curled ground to be torn continuously, and the bitter saint was immediately swept into it.

The sword qi of Immortal came out from the ground, and the Bitter Holy Body couldn't help but go straight to the center of the whirlpool!

"Ahh

The sword net was buried, and when the bitter sacred heart was in chaos, the killing move came at the same time.

Laugh at!

There is no way to avoid it, there is no body protection and divine power to protect the body, and the advantage of the Datong sword directly cuts the body of the bitter saint in half, and separates the upper and lower bodies.

Boom!

The upper body of the bitter saint smashed to the ground.

"Good!" Zilu shouted with joy on his face.

"Good! Good! ”

The people of Buyeo raised their arms and shouted, and their excitement could not be hidden.

"O fierce and terrible Saint King!" Wang Hao sighed a little with emotion, and said secretly, "It's a pity that such good nourishment, if I can absorb the internal strength of the Bitter Saint, at least step into the peak level of the Triple Heaven!" ”

In the current situation, there are a lot of masters, Wang Hao doesn't dare to expose it easily, especially this kind of kung fu, I am afraid that he will stop it when he sees it.

The Holy King put away his sword and clenched his fists, "Your Excellency has done your best to protect the mausoleum for our Oriental Canglong clan, and I salute you on behalf of Buyeo!" ”

Then he passed by the corpse of the bitter saint with his sword, prepared to step into the Canglong Mausoleum, and said awe-inspiringly, "Although sincerity is respectable, there is only one person who can stop me today!" ”

Suddenly, the eyes of the bitter saint who thought he had lost his breath suddenly opened, his palms violently strengthened, and his upper body flew up and attacked the holy king, "As long as the old man is still breathing, he will stop you to the end!" ”

"Huh?" The Holy King was suddenly surprised, but he reacted extremely quickly, and when he resisted with his palm, he did not forget to praise, "Good! The fighting spirit is commendable, worthy of being the hard general of the year! ”

As soon as the palm turned over, the Saint King instantly threw the bitter saint out of the air, "It's a pity that it's already the end of the strong crossbow!" ”

Touch! Touch!

The bitter saint's palms that were thrown out slammed into the mountain walls on both sides of the passage into the aya, supporting his upper body.

"The Dragon's Lair is broken... There will never be peace in the world... Holy King, you will become a sinner through the ages......" The bitter saint's eyes were piercing and bloodshot, and he couldn't help but make a final accusation to everyone present......

The terrifying gaze made everyone's enthusiasm for victory just now solidify on the spot as if they had been attacked by ice, snow and cold winds.

Rao is Wang Hao and Lin Feng, and they are also a little frightened.

There are only two Fengyun, one is ice-hearted and compassionate, and the other is a god of death, and he treats it as nothing.

Of course, there is another person who is equally fearless, and that is the Holy King.

"What is the use of burying heroes in the dragon's lair, although they are born?" The Holy King was righteous and awe-inspiring, and he had the courage that I would not go to hell and who would go to hell, and replied, "Even if I risk ten thousand deaths, I will never regret it today!" ”

Wow!

"Your duty to guard the tomb is over, let me relieve you of your suffering!"

When the words fell, the Holy King raised his sword and waved, and the sword qi split the heavens and the earth, and where he passed, the ground burst one after another.

Cha!

The upper body of the bitter saint was no exception, and it was swept by the sword qi from the center, and the hands that were unswerving for guarding the tomb were finally about to fall......

Syllable!

However, at this time, a pair of hands suddenly came from behind, hugging the body of the bitter saint in two.

"Kusheng, you have done your best, we will never let you die in vain!"

The person who the little girl called uncle before appeared at the entrance to the mausoleum and caught the body of the bitter saint, avoiding the second division of the bitter saint.

And what he said also explained his identity.

The Saint King's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he said coldly, "The second level, the truth has reached ......."

(End of chapter)