Chapter 390

Mo Yu raised his head, his eyes were filled with fluorescent light like a rainbow, and he swept the people in front of him, at this point, where the divine power of several people clashed, the huge waves of qi converged, but they did not burst, absorbing the strength of both sides, and for a while they tended to a delicate balance. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"You, can you hold on?" Hogg clenched his teeth, and beads of sweat fell on his forehead, sliding down his face, washing away the scarlet bloodstains, and his face was even more frightened, "The cultivation of the Divine Pupil Technique is not easy, such a radical method, the merit is small, I am afraid that my life will not be saved after a while."

"......" Then the shadow in white rushed over, and a few beautiful climbers stood at the front of the line, and he shouted at the crowd below him.

"Okay, do you want to fall like him, or do you want to climb to ......the top?"

No one replied, the soldiers had cold faces, and they were all holding a breath in their hearts, but when their eyes glanced at the sinking clouds at their feet, they shrank back one by one, and most of the strong anger was forcibly discharged.

The white-clothed god of the Seven Sects cultivated his long sword, as if he was very appreciative of their performance, he pointed at the peak of the sword, and shouted with full of energy.

"Then rush up to the lookout cliff for me and take down the spirit sword, and my sect will definitely be rewarded. ”

The soldiers were not interested at all, their lives were still hanging in the balance, and who cared about the reward, and if it were not for the sword press, only the fool would come here to seek death. You must know that "the top of the cliff is connected to the jade plate, and the mountain road is a ghost road to eighteen bays"; the old people of Qingshan City have said more than once about this unlucky mountain road, and it seems that they are not exaggerating at this time.

"Hey, we just fell into a beating, and now the master of the official has run away, but he still forces us to die, and the Seven Sects Sword Alliance is really not a thing. The thin brother in front of the fat brother quietly turned around, Xu was afraid that the god would hear it, and complained very quietly, and the fat brother who was about to lift his feet behind him did not close his feet in time, so he bumped into him next to him.

The bodies of the two people were unstable, swaying from side to side, grasping with their four hands, and climbing the concave stone on the wall even tighter.

"What can I do then? Look......

Stabilizing his body slightly, the fat man stretched out his hand and pointed to the edge of the misty clouds of the peaks behind him, where several gods of the Seven Sects rushed out, forcing out of the thick clouds like arrows; they were not affected by gravity, and their feet were like suckers, just like that, they were steadily on the top of the peak, squatting or standing, obviously using the divine method, as if walking on the ground without being disturbed by the wind and frost, and they were very comfortable monitoring the team's every move.

"Hey!" Looking at this, the thin brother sighed softly, looking completely helpless, shook his head and comforted himself: "Let's be hard-headed, maybe if you are lucky, I found the spirit sword...... Therefore, he turned back, climbed the cliff and continued to move forward.

It turned out to be the same, the whole team was completely infected with his thoughts, and some people still had a rebellious heart, but they had to bow their heads under the pressure of the god's sword, and moved forward silently, not daring to show the slightest untamedness.

As a result, the ant-like crowd actually coiled the towering peaks like snakes, and the demonic red moon shone in the sky, showing the color of white mangs!!。

Thundered......

Is it a cliff collapse? The flying stones on the top of the head actually covered the clouds and moon, people were shocked one by one, looking at everything in front of them in disbelief, they forgot to escape, maybe they knew that there was no hope of escape, standing on the narrow ramp, the foot is the mountain is deep, and there are flying stones on the head, standing and waiting for death is also the smartest way.

Yes!!!!!

However, there were still people who couldn't hold their breath, and the terrifying atmosphere instantly crushed everyone's hearts, and with a loud shout, everyone shouted, and in just an instant, the crowd completely collapsed, everyone insulted each other, and they all became angry and pitiful creatures in the face of death.

The boulder fell head-on, except for those divine cultivators with magical abilities, the soldiers could only pray that they were not the darlings of death, and in the face of disaster, ordinary people were so powerless.

In the blink of an eye, most of the crowd in the team had been unloaded, and the living people were slightly or seriously injured, but the Grim Reaper did not let them go, and the thick dust and smoke on their heads gradually dissipated, so that several figures gradually became clear, and the long sword in their hands was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, stained with blood stains and tinged with fishy cold.

The silver-white armor flashed with a cold white light, and the bewitching rose flowers on the chest were as bright as blood, no, this is simply drawn by blood, the famous silver rose, the guard of the Flame Emperor, it is rumored that these spicy women cut off a person, and the roses on the chest will be red when they bloom, and I am afraid that there will be no silver and white roses in the current rose guards.

At this moment, they are elegant and weak, but they are all cold, looking at the trance crowd below them as if they were looking at the dead.

In this way, it has become clear that these hot-hearted women may have been in ambush here for a long time, and when their prey is baited, they will secretly strike a fatal blow.

As a result, the soldiers who climbed the mountain have all become cannon fodder, they have no divine law to protect themselves, as long as a little means are used, a small stone can also become a death talisman for their life, which saves time and effort, and they don't have to do it themselves.

If it were replaced, the old oilmen would definitely make a lot of noise, loudly teasing and boasting about how sexy and hot these women were, but at this moment, the people who had not survived the catastrophe were obviously not so interested, they avoided the stones in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they were about to face the cold sword in the woman's hand.

In this way, there was no hope of escape, and one by one they were red-eyed, desperately making the last breath.

Finally, the two groups of people and horses were restless, and the enchanting roses rushed down, like wolves entering the flock, and there was no hesitation between the hands of the knives, and the gods were gods after all, and the resistance of the soldiers was so powerless in their eyes...... The shock of the dead and wounded became more and more terrifying, but she couldn't understand how on top of this narrow smashing road, there were piles of people, layer upon layer, stacked like a hill.

Finally, at the corner of the clouds and mist in front of her, there were a few shadows of shadows, Ruofei felt that she shrank back, hiding under a towering cliff, slowly the cat came out of her head, and looked carefully; the female guards of the rose were cleaning up the battlefield, but where there were dying and undead people, they would fall with a knife, but the pain on their bodies, and give the most refreshing knife; they were the final victors on this bloody field, but the price was inexplicably great, and the female guards became a few people at the moment, completely looking seriously injured and wilted。

The death air around her made Ruofei feel cold, and she didn't want to stay longer, so the vitality on her feet was even stronger, as if it had cut the air, and the speed was much faster, and a long white trail appeared behind her.

Divine ...... Ling Bobu, she had already achieved a small success, but at this moment, she was anxious and anxious, and she played all of it.

......

The sword was seven feet long, similar in height to him, ten inches wide, difficult to hold in both palms, indescribably heavy, and difficult to lift. Such a giant sword, not to mention the slash, even if it is difficult to mention, therefore, Wan Tingjun only lifted the corner of the hilt, it is difficult to compare, when he just swung the sword sword, how much force should have been used;

The heavy sword has no edge, don't say it hurts, I'm afraid that even the blades of grass will be chopped constantly, so the difference in my heart is even stronger.

"Are they crazy that so many people are still grabbing this sword?" he thought so, shook his head, and whispered with embarrassment: "There must be something weird." ”

From this, Ba looked at the peculiarity of the long sword, and he dragged the hilt of the sword diagonally, and the blade slashed to the ground, standing on a boulder at his side.

"When!", the grip crushed down, but the stone became more and more iron, and it shook his mouth even more, and in an instant, the giant sword came out of his hand and fell heavily to the ground again.

"Oops!" he cried out, and by the moonlight he could see the blood on the palm of his hand, and the tiger's mouth on the hand had cracked, and the blood had come out, and it had reached the palm of his hand, mottled open.

However, he completely ignored it, endured the pain, and bent down to pick up the long sword on the ground, but at this time, the palm of the blood-stained hand held the hilt of the giant sword, and the buzzing sound on the sword body sounded, and then, the long sword released a strange light, turning into a black smoke like ink, and swirling into a belt, as if stretching out countless tentacles, tightly coiling his arms. As a result, there was a great fear in his heart, and he quickly withdrew his hand, but Mo said that the right hand that was entangled, even his body could not move......

The inky smoke of the sword body became denser and denser, and the hideous dragon-shaped giant mouth on the handle was slowly opening, and the tiger's mouth on the hand seemed to be subjected to an invisible devouring force, which was tightly absorbed by it, and then the dragon's teeth bit down on the wounded hand......

The blood poured like a gate, the scarlet actually rippled to the entire sword body, Wan Tingjun's soul was also withdrawn, his chest was violently stirred, his brain was chaotic, and he only felt that his whole body was cold, his eyes were slumped, and he was about to faint. At this moment, the suction on the sword increased even more violently, and at the same time, the ink-colored sword body completely turned into a blood sword.

Blood Sword Shura, dancing under the moon, this situation and this scene, daunting!

"What the hell is this, I shouldn't be sucked to death by it!" The only thought left in his mind, his nose was already a weak silent gasp, he forced his eyes, looked at the sticky hilt of the sword, and found that the entire palm had been swallowed more than half by the dragon-shaped swallow, was it about to be eaten by the sword? At this point, his body struggled desperately, staring at it, but seeing that the ink in front of him was steaming, and suddenly the cyan god was extremely scorching, his hands had withered, and the dragon's head at the end of the handle was more like gluttony, and the ferocious arrogance was vivid, as if it was an illusion, and the bladeless end of the sword body actually saw blood flowing, this was really a man-eating magic sword! I am afraid that in a few moments, I will definitely be swallowed by him whole.

The heart-rending feeling has increased again, and he used all his strength to shake the long sword, but the suction power of the sword body has exceeded a thousand catties, and he can't get rid of it.

The shouting was even stronger, and with the shouting, his injured hand raised his sword and pointed at Zhongtian, so Wan Tingjun clearly felt that the weight of the thousand catties on this sword had disappeared a lot, as if it had become his own hands and feet, and he had the feeling that the veins were connected, and in a trance, he had an illusion that he had become a part of this sword?

It's really going to kill itself, right?

Holding the long sword in his hand, he was already at a loss, but he felt that his body was cold and hot, like ten thousand ants gnawing, nauseous and vomiting, but there was nothing to vomit, it was really worse than death. His consciousness gradually blurred, and he raised his head in a daze, only to feel that all his strength was gradually disappearing.

The whole body trembled, his hands and feet were weak, and he looked at the sky in a daze, but he felt that the red moon in the sky was gradually falling. In a trance, the blood moon was also a stone's throw away. At this time, he used his last bit of strength, "Ah!" shouted, the hand holding the sword stabbed forward hard, trying to break free of the long sword, however, Xu is an illusion in his heart, although the sword has not been taken off, but this heart-stirring pain seems to be relieved a lot, so, I can't care so much, since it is death, I can relax a point is a point;

At this moment, I only heard a muffled sound, and in an instant, it seemed that the sky was lit up, and the red rays of the demon moon in the sky were blooming, like the red pupils of the demons, staring at the ants in the world, the red rays were in a hurry, and he was tightly shone down, and the long sword of the slashing spirit sword was like encountering a great enemy, and the black smoke on the sword body was also steaming, and the blue light was shining, and Wan Tingjun's whole body was immediately shrouded in black smoke, like a bloodthirsty demon, and was reborn again.

However, the strange thing is not over yet, almost when the red and black qi are trying their best to oppose each other, a thunderbolt pierces the sky, and suddenly the wind surges, and the demon moon shoots red rays out of the **** around, banging. The moon red is like blue water expanding in the middle, and there are waves suddenly, turning sharply around the center, becoming a big whirlpool. And in the middle of the vortex, a thing slowly emerged, red mang, it was a beam of bloody arrows, two feet long, non-gold and iron, formless and bodyless, rolled up with a fierce aura, rushing to the face.

Wan Tingjun shouted, and the bloody arrow followed him like a cone of tarsal bones, unable to get rid of it, and then there was a sudden change, and thousands of threads appeared under Wan Tingjun's body, passing through his body, and scarlet blood gushed out from his body and poured into the sword.

The bloodthirsty speed of the sword body has accelerated a lot.

With a roar, Wan Tingjun fell down, the blood moon red arrow touched Wan Tingjun's body, the giant sword in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand, slashing towards the galloping blood, the most ferocious objects in the world suddenly collided together, Wan Tingjun who fell to the ground was also shocked, and the whole person was shocked upwards more than a zhang high, and the open space under him was actually hit by this force. (To be continued.) )