The sloppy Taoist priest, the sword light was as bright as a flower, and he once again killed a high priest with a sword, and now there are only four of the original seven high priests left, and he can't resist the sloppy Taoist priest at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Feng's sword light had already fallen on the blood pool, but it dissipated the moment it touched the blood pool.

A figure slowly stood up from the pool of blood, the violet skirt fluttered, the long hair tied behind him, the mist was light, and there was a little purple cinnabar between the eyebrows.

It's just those eyes that tell Yan Feng that this is no longer his sister, but the skeleton spirit lord.

'Yan Yuyan', slowly walked out of the blood pool, the lotus under his feet, every step was like a light dance, he looked at Yan Feng with a smile, looked at all this, and then, raised his head and took a deep breath, as if enjoying this new spirit body.

Looking at the 'Yan Yuyan' at this moment, the sword in Yan Feng's hand couldn't stop trembling, it was caused by the anger in the body of the sword, looking at the 'Yan Yuyan' standing in front of the blood pool, Yan Feng's heart suddenly burned Jiuxuantian.

"She, is she your sister?" 'Yan Yuyan's light laughter echoed, which was particularly good, this laughter belonged to the real Yan Yuyan!

The finger was raised slightly, pointing at Yan Feng, the place of the fingertips, a seven-colored power pierced in an instant, and instantly fell on Yan Feng's body, the seemingly ordinary power actually rolled up the wind, Yan Feng's body, under this power, flew upside down, and smashed directly on the bronze gate.

The heavy bronze gate was directly smashed, and the sloppy Taoist slashed down with a sword, cutting only two of the remaining four high priests.

The body shape changed, and he came to the place where the gate was broken, and he came to Yan Feng, standing with his sword in his hand, his eyes were condensed, and he looked at the 'Yan Yuyan' cautiously.

"Boy, this skeleton has collected the body of the tenth world, and the cultivation has surpassed the nine palaces, and I am not an opponent, but at this moment, the spirit body has just entered the master, and the cultivation is not stable, and the soul of the person you want to save still exists in the body, and now there is only one way, you listen to me." ”

The voice of the sloppy Taoist priest fell in Yan Feng's heart, holding his sword, Yan Feng stood up from the ground, the ancient martial arts golden armor, the black cloak, and the blood on his forehead slid down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes, and walked to the sloppy Taoist priest step by step.

"Whatever you give, I'm willing!"

Yan Feng's sword hilt was grasped, and the fire of Shura on his body turned into a flame dragon circling again, the sloppy Taoist priest's eyes were condensed, his mouth moved slightly, and all the words fell on Yan Feng's ears.

Yan Feng's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, his eyes were horrified, and he turned his head to look at the sloppy Taoist priest: "Seniors can't!"

"You and I had an agreement before. The sloppy Taoist priest also looked at Yan Feng with his head, and his face covered with vicissitudes of life was free and easy.

"You little Taoist priest, you really don't change your life, I haven't killed you for decades, and you're getting more and more energetic. "The sound of 'Yan Yuyan' came out, the voice was soft, but it fell on Yan Feng's ears, but it was a different taste.

"That Dao is over with you today, how about it?" As soon as the words played, the figure of the sloppy Taoist priest disappeared in an instant, and once again appeared in front of the 'Yan Yuyan', and the sword light was as bright as a river of stars in the sky.

"Hmph, do you still think that this seat is the same strength as before?" 'Yan Yuyan's eyes showed disdain, and his hand was raised, but his eyebrows were frowning at the moment, his internal cultivation was slightly shocking, and Yan Yuyan's own spirit was struggling.

"It's now!" Yan Feng's figure also moved.

The Absolute Emperor Sword rose into the sky, and each of the nine void swords turned into tens of zhang in size, instantly appearing from the sky above the nine directions, and falling towards the 'Severe Rain and Smoke'!

Sword Pole Nine Directions!

Nine swords fell together, and dust and smoke rose all over the sky!

When the dust and smoke dissipated, what was surprising was that the sword of the sloppy Taoist priest was not on the body of 'Yan Yuyan', but on his chest.

He has long messy hair and a smile on his bearded face.

"You... What are you doing?"

'Yan Yuyan' was shocked at the moment, looking at the sloppy Taoist priest who was close to her.

"Do you really think I haven't done anything all these years?" The sloppy Taoist priest's chest, blood flowed down from the place where the sword entered, and fell to the ground, and it was automatically formed into a three-zhang circle, and the pen outlined complicated runes, and blood flames rose from it, surging.

A power that surpassed the Nine Palaces came from above this blood array.

Feeling the power of the blood flame, Yan Yuyan's face showed panic for the first time, but he quickly calmed down.

"You think that's useful, I've got an eternal body!"

The blood on the corner of the sloppy Taoist priest's mouth was already dripping, and he raised slightly: "If there is no perfect plan, I will fight with my life?"

In his left hand, a purple token appeared, and a purple character on it seemed to be a divine power, as soon as the token appeared, the entire underground palace was filled with purple thunder and roaring.

"Ziwei Heavenly Thunder Order!" When the sloppy Taoist priest took out this token, he was completely shocked.

"How could you possibly have such a fetish!"

"No... Nope!"

'Yan Yuyan' showed a frightened look on his face, and the power of seven colors was vented on the sloppy Taoist, but no matter what, no matter how many injuries he had on his body, the sloppy Taoist priest was still immovable, and let this 'Yan Yuyan' hurt his body, and the purple token in his hand was about to be pressed towards 'Yan Yuyan'.

But at this moment, the face of 'Yan Yuyan' changed, and what appeared in turn was another face, the face of the ninth statue.

Even the sound changes the same.

"Peiyuan, are you going to kill me..."There were tears in his eyes, and his face looked pitiful.

The sloppy Taoist priest, his body shook suddenly, and the hand holding the Heavenly Thunder Order was slightly stunned, but at this moment, at this moment, 'Yan Yuyan' rushed out of the blood flame with serious injuries, the blood flame roared, but it was not blocked, although blood flowed from the corner of the mouth, but it still rushed out of the blood flame.

Blood spurted out, and this 'severe rain smoke' was already seriously injured!

But in an instant, the sloppy Taoist priest reacted, and the heavenly thunder order in his hand suddenly pinched, bursting in an instant, countless purple thunder appeared in this space, endless purple thunder, and instantly fell on this 'severe rain smoke', and the terrible screams would be endless.

This voice was not from the rain and smoke, nor from the ninth face, but from another, an extremely eerie voice, the true voice of the Spirit Lord.

Crushing the thunder order, the sloppy Taoist priest had already lost his breath, covered in blood, the corners of his mouth, but with a smile, he knelt on the ground, up and down his body, blood flowed, and his breath was only the last trace left.

The purple thunder lasted for nearly ten breaths, and after the thunder disappeared, the 'Yan Yuyan' lay on the ground, and it didn't seem to have changed, this thunder hurt the real spirit master in her body!

Her eyes are still bright, but her breath is sluggish to the extreme, even an ordinary Taoist priest can scatter her soul at this moment!

Laughter echoed in this underground palace: "Heavenly Thunder Order... What about the Heavenly Thunder Order, this seat...!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden sword was pointing.

The spirit master at this moment, kill her, Yan Feng alone is enough!

"You're going to kill me?"

The Spirit Lord raised his eyes to look at Yan Feng, and his eyes were full of disdain: "Kill me, she will also die!"

"You're still going to kill me?!" laughed, rising at the corner of Yan Yuyan's mouth.

But at this moment, there was a complicated change in the expression on Yan Yuyan's face, and suddenly, a tenderness appeared in her eyes, the Heavenly Thunder Order and the blood flame, the injuries in the spirit body were already too serious, and Yan Yuyan's own spirit took the opportunity to briefly snatch the body with the spirit master.

"Brother... Kill me!"

Eyes, looking at Yan Feng tightly, there was a pleading color in his eyes, but in an instant, he returned to the spirit master: "Kill, you kill me!" The laughter was rampant, and it sounded from the mouth of the 'Yan Yuyan'.

Yan Feng's sword trembled slightly, looking at the woman in front of him, his heart was trembling!

My sword, should it fall or not!