"For the funeral of the little her, you are the first!"

The cold eyebrows, a trace of blood suddenly overflowed, and the eyes were full of panic and consternation.

The part of the Immortal Slashing Knife Array that was imprinted into this Leaf Falling Knife only destroyed all of Yin Han's vitality in just a short moment!

Then Yin Han's entire head shattered and exploded like a watermelon. Countless red and white things exploded in all directions.

The two Holy Order Venerables who accompanied him were sprayed with minced flesh and blood. Then he followed the protective qi of the two of them and slid down to the ground.

Including Na Yun Lao, they were all stunned at this time. It's just that moment

That. When the sword light struck, they didn't even have the idea of blocking it.

The people around him also couldn't believe it. The prince of the Great Shang, who was highly expected by Confucian orthodoxy and loved and respected by countless courtiers, died like this?

Even at this point, I didn't figure out what was going on.

Looking at Zong Shou again, he was still standing there quietly, with thousands of holes on his body. The clothes are torn, and there are dozens of wounds, all of which are faintly visible white bones.

His face was pale, his qi was weak, and he seemed to fall down when the wind blew.

It seems that the knife just now was forceful, affecting the injury, and at this time, the forehand stroked his lip and coughed gently, and a trace of blood spilled from between his fingers.

The breath is gloomy and unpredictable, and the whole person seems to have returned from the abyss of the region, and his eyes are like eternal ice, making it impossible for people to look directly at them.

Zong Shou was indeed very uncomfortable at this time. Although the qi pulse was smooth, the injury did not heal.

The sharp gold qi that could not be expelled was like steel needles, piercing and stirring in his body.

At this moment, it is the second leaf dropper, sliding to the cuffs. The Six Gods Imperial Sword Duel was also completed in an instant.

At this time, the pain of the flesh is far less than the hatred in the heart and the regret in the heart.

Only when Fang Cai flew out with a knife and killed Yin Han did he feel a little better,

Within his primordial spirit. The wings of light that stretched behind the true dharma phase. At this time, it is also quietly expanding, and it seems to be more and more brilliant.

"Huh, do you want to vent too?"

Zong Shou and the instrument spirit holding the Dharma Wing, in fact, did not have much communication. Since the resonance of his mood and the awakening of this artifact spirit, he can use this artifact freely.

However, at this moment, he could clearly feel the intention of increasing the Xuan's Dharma Wing. There is a monstrous anger. There is endless unwillingness, and there is nowhere to vent the sadness after the death of the master.

That's why for thousands of years, it has been asleep, and it has only awakened from fright today, but it is still angry and hurt by that scene thousands of years ago!

Mood resonance. So that between the human and the machine, almost one, there is no sea.

Then today, just kill a river of blood!

Zong Shou sneered, and the deciduous knife continued to slide, and when it reached his fingertips, it was instantly a pair of transparent white winged phantoms, appearing on the knife.

was shocked by his stab before. This is the entire underground corridor. It was all dead silent.

However, there was only a moment of silence, and everyone had already recovered.

Among them, the old man. He was even more angry and trembling, and his robe was windless.

"Do you know what you're doing? How dare you do it to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, damn it, damn it—"

Without choosing a word, millions of blades of light immediately appeared out of thin air, instantly rolling like a cloud and rolling like a tide.

The Confucian Venerable in the distance was also furious at this time: "Sure enough, it is the tyrannical king!

The red cloth was even more silent, flashed behind Zong Shou, and pointed at the back.

The power of the spiral that can set off a million-mile storm is only condensed at the fingertips.

The qi machine does not leak, but it makes a violent sharp roaring sound, piercing the eardrums.

Yin Han suddenly died under the knife, but he did not make anyone present retreat. On the contrary, it inspired the killing intent of everyone here, and the fighting spirit did not decrease but increased, and no one retreated.

Even that Han Qing had already started at this time. Unafraid of death, he grabbed ahead of everyone, and swung out a sword and slashed at Zong Shou's head.

At this time, there were countless binding spirit methods, which were attracted one after another, and repeated black shadows, one by one, red vine trees, were entangled in Zong Shou's body.

The Demon Lotus watched from a distance, and the corners of her lips suddenly curved slightly.

That knife was certainly terrifying. But because of this, it is even more necessary to kill the sect guard here at any cost!

Do you have to wait until the other party escapes, but then turn around and find the people who participated today, and you can't settle the accounts one by one.

Besides, how long can this person last if he is so badly injured? How many of those throwing knives can be issued?

No matter how greedy people are for life and fear of death, they should know how to make a choice at this time.

His life, as well as his future, should be saved.

In her opinion, since she has become an enemy and has torn her face, she should do whatever it takes to kill her opponent!

Gang Jin burst, a full twenty-three different martial arts ideas. At the same time, it erupted around the body of Zongshou, crisscrossing and criss-crossing. The surging immortal power suddenly exploded in a small space.

Zong Shou was still standing in place, as if he couldn't move. The heavily injured body, in front of the surrounding Gang Jinhongtao, looked helpless and weak.

At this time, even the most cautious crimson clothes showed a hint of relaxation in their eyes.

The secret path in his heart is dead, and the Blood Sword Demon Monarch in front of him is still falling. No matter how you look at it, there is no possibility for this person to resist escape today!

He came because of his fate, and he didn't have too much grudge against Zongshou, so he sometimes had a faint sense of pity.

In any case, after this war, the Supreme Yuan Demon has been explained.

And that Han Qing couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed like crazy. The sword momentum is faster, and he wants to be the first to slash at Zong Shou's head.

Cheng Xin breathed a sigh of relief, silently reciting the name of Rong Bi,

Under the sword of Zong Shou, the Daomen suffered hundreds of millions of casualties, and only the death of this Taoist friend made him resentful and heartbroken the most.

I endured it for two years. I thought I might never have a chance again in the future. Not today. But you can see the fall of Zong Shou with your own eyes.

In the afterglow of the Demon Lotus's perspective at this time, he found that Su Chuxue not only did not do his best to help Zong Shou at this time. Instead, the knife rolled rapidly, protecting the blue fire turtle carrying Su's small body, and retreated to the corner.

The look in his eyes was very strange. There is no hint of concern or sorrow.

Mo Lian couldn't help but be stunned, she knew that this girl was loyal to Zong Shou, and she was even more affectionate.

Not long ago, Zong Shou was in a desperate situation, but this woman was not afraid of death and tried her best to stop it. The relationship between the two can be seen from this.

Could this be because he knew that Zong Shou was lifeless, so he stopped making a move and fled, but why was that look so strange?

While she was meditating, Zong Shou also moved. And pointed to the sword, and slashed into the void under him,

The sword points to the trajectory, and it is indescribably wonderful. Within the ten zhang of the sect's guard, a layer of black light and shadow was dispersed.

"Within ten zhang, I can't break the sword domain!"

The whirlpool of the fingertips of the crimson clothes was the first to fall behind the sect guard, ten zhang away.

But it is like a mud cow entering the sea, without any sound. And Crimson felt even more in front of him, a huge repulsive force blocked him from moving forward.

It's not that he can't continue to attack, but Crimson faintly feels that if he forcibly acts, there will definitely be something extremely terrifying today.

Then there were the four Taoist holy steps, and the sword strength swept the dust, almost all at once.

But it was just a muffled sound of 'Peng', and it was still blocked ten zhang away. The power that could even destroy a few small worlds seemed to have disappeared without a trace, without setting off even the slightest wave.

Han Qing's sword was also slashed at this time. The sword light swept through, as if it was waved in the air, extremely smooth.

However, at this moment, Han Qing's face was already iron-blue. The demonic breath sword energy he emitted was all gone at this moment. What's even more weird is that the small half of the sword body is also missing at this moment.

Zongshou's coughing stopped, and his eyes were full of piercing mockery.

"It's all rats! Just wait, today is not qualified to let me use the sword!"

Crimson was shocked in her heart, and raised her eyebrows to look carefully.

Not qualified to let me move the sword? What does this sect guard mean?

Does it mean that the fifteen Saint-Order Venerables here today don't even have the qualifications to let the sect guard use their sword weapons?

"Arrogance!"

The Venerable surnamed Yun was even more furious at this moment: "Pretend to be a god and play a ghost! Even if you have immeasurable supernatural powers, it must be unbreakable! If you are not destroyed here today, the old man is sorry for His Royal Highness the Prince! Break it for me-"

Thousands of blades of light suddenly restricted. A sword was synthesized in the void, and the momentum slashed down.

It was still ten feet away, but it was not immediately swallowed up, but formed a stalemate.

The sword light was distorted, showing signs of splitting. The black curtain of ten zhang also seems to have been torn apart.

The eyes of the people around lit up, and with this lesson from the past, it seemed that this ten-zhang shady curtain was not really unbreakable. Cirrus Blades can do it, and so can they.

The Venerable surnamed Yun also sneered: "Please help me with all fellow Daoists! It's just a twelveth-rank world-destroying supernatural power, and we will work together, the same-"

The words stopped abruptly, and I saw a flash of black light, and the huge bladed sword seemed to be torn apart by countless huge forces, shattering into more than a thousand pieces.

That 'Yun Lao' was stunned, and saw Zong Shou's fingertips, and a little cold flashed again.

"You're so noisy!"

The sword shadow struck, simply ignoring the laws of time, and it seemed to be doomed. He will surely die under this flying knife!

In short, when this 'Yun Lao' came to his senses again, there was already a sharp pain between his eyebrows. A trail of blood spilled and washed over the eyes.

The consciousness gradually faded, and the primordial spirit was forcibly 'killed' by the power of this flying knife!

He didn't understand until he died, how did he get stabbed, why couldn't he make any movement after seeing the light of the knife?

How could this sword speed be so fast? Could it be that these fellow Saint Rank practitioners around him were all dead people?

This time, the Demon Lotus saw the faint silver-white wings on the flying knife.

Suddenly, his heart palpitated, he contracted violently, and his face was as pale as paper.

"This is the second one!"

Zong Shou's gaze also looked at the Demon Lotus lightly: "Could it be that you have already guessed it?" (To be continued.) )