The primordial infant is coming, and the sword qi is also coming.

The sword qi came from someone no one could have imagined: Yan Mingxia, whose target was the top of Thirteen Lang's head, that is, the Yuan Baby.

In fact, that sword qi came earlier than Yuan Ying, and it looked as if Yan Huihui was afraid that it would not be able to cut itself, so he took the initiative to collide with the sword qi.

As soon as the figure appeared, the magic law held by Yan Huihui had not dissipated, and the sword light like a split was already approaching, and the cold cold air filled the surroundings, as if it was about to freeze him into ice cubes and then smash him into pieces.

"Slut!"

Yan Huihui shouted in panic, he didn't have time to teleport again, and he didn't care about any injuries or ineffectiveness, so he could only urge Zhenyuan to fight for his life.

Wisps of gray qi were released from the Yuan Baby, turning into a small gray sword several inches long, and the Yuan Ying shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its body was smaller and dissipated.

Yan Huihui specializes in swords, and now that his natal sword has been destroyed, he can only use Yuan Ying to condense the True Yuan Sword, not to mention the results of the battle, it is undoubtedly worse for Yuan Ying, who is already dying.

Without the nourishment of the body, the Yuan Infant will become a sourceless water, a tree without roots, one less time to use, one less time to use one time, except for those who have cultivated the Yuan Infant to the extent of the flesh, and the mana has been as endless as the vast sea, except for the desperate situation, who dares to use the Yuan Infant against the enemy.

The little Yuan Ying waved his small sword towards the sword, and Yan Huihui was a little puzzled.

He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure out when Yan Mingxia became so ruthless, and he didn't understand how her judgment could be so accurate, just like he knew that Yan Huihui would do this, and launched an offensive in advance just waiting for him to send it to the door.

With her ability to fight, how could this be!

Thirteen Lang's expression was like an eye, and Yan Huihui suddenly felt a chill, and couldn't help but flash a thought.

"Could it be him!"

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With the adaptability of the young master. The incident was repeated ten times, and it was impossible to grasp the fighter plane so accurately and timely. But this does not affect the fact that she has a Liliang that is enough to change the tide of the battle, which has a pivotal role.

Several monks in the field, except for her, no one else has the ability to fight again, with the viciousness and wit of Thirteen Lang. How could she let go of such a decisive factor, arrangements had already been made.

As a great monk, Yan Huihui has a profound realm that Thirteen Lang can't imagine, even if he uses the sound to instruct the young master how to fight, he can't hide Yan Huihui's divine sense.

Thirteen Lang has his own method, which Yan Huihui has never seen before, and he can't even imagine.

Before, Thirteen Lang chattered a lot, not to persuade Yan Huihui to raise his hand and surrender. It's to deliver a message to Young Master Xia. Fortunately, she is no stranger to flying ant writing, and after repeated confirmation, Young Master Xia understood Thirteen Lang's intentions and issued a sword that changed everyone's fate.

With the temperament of the young master, Thirteen Lang repeatedly humiliated her in his words, but he did not react, not because his personality suddenly improved, but because he didn't have time to listen to it at all. All her energy was focused on the black dot beside her. The focus of the expression, the nervousness of the spirit. He had to be much more careful than ever to cultivate any supernatural power.

Until Yan Huihui launched, the young master Xia who had been prepared for a long time urged the mana into the flying sword without reservation according to what Thirteen Lang pointed out, and sent out a shocking blow.

This sword, she is well prepared and has a clear goal. There are no worries, just like you do when you practice on weekdays.

With this sword, the young master shot out angrily, condensing all the grievances and accumulated grievances in the past few days in the sword.

Initial peak cultivation. The strength is basically undamaged, not to mention the quality of that sword, which can be included in the best range.

This is the strongest sword she can wield!

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The sword was like lightning, colliding head-on with the small gray sword.

There was a loud roar, and the young master Xia was like being struck by lightning, and his body was splashed with blood all the way, rolling upside down in the air.

The gray little sword turned into nothingness, cracks like spiderwebs appeared on Yan Huihui's body, his eyes became even darker, and streams of rancid aura black qi seeped out from the cracks, and he couldn't stop it.

It was a sign that the power of the curse had recurred, and the thoughts of more than a hundred tribes and millions of people were gathered, and even the great monks were not easily able to bear it.

With a panicked expression on his face, Yan Huihui hadn't had time to stabilize himself, and the next wave of offensive was coming.

Countless shadows appeared in the air, and thousands of demon spirits poured out one after another, like enemies of life and death, launching the most ferocious and poisonous attacks on their masters who were supposed to respect and protect.

Countless faces, countless eyes, countless sharp claws, and countless mouths, rushing up and down in all directions, back and forth, left and right, desperately rushing up, up, down, back, and left and right; for a while, Yan Huihui felt that he had fallen into the Netherworld Purgatory, and the hundreds of millions of resentful spirits around him who had died in vain wanted to bite him.

"This can't be!" he shouted frantically as his eyes almost exploded.

Thirteen Lang said coldly: "Earlier, you asked about the Golden Eagle to inquire about the results of those people, and now I can tell you that they are all dead." ”

“......”

For the first time, horror appeared in Yan Huihui's eyes, with a bit of despair on his face.

Once upon a time, he specialized in raising demon spirits as his subordinates, but he had to face the demon spirit backlash, and he was at the end of his rope to the point that even these low-level demon spirits were afraid.

Once upon a time, Yan Huihui felt a cold fear that he had never felt before, and for the first time, the thought of "I am going to die here" appeared, and he was moving towards reality.

Once upon a time, his favorite and most despised junior sister gave him the most fatal blow when he was the most difficult to prevent.

Yan Huihui knew in his heart that the injuries caused by this sword were far more serious than they looked, and even the possibility of taking him away had been erased.

Once upon a time, when faced with a knot stage, a dignified monk was not even qualified to fight back, he couldn't even stand the opponent's body, and he didn't even have the ability to force the opponent to make a move.

Either one, it's a great irony.

Yan Huihui didn't have time to regret it, nor did he have time to experience shame, because he was horrified to find that Thirteen Lang, who had never really made a move, finally made a move.

Waving his hand and hitting dozens of points of light, Thirteen Lang said lightly: "Including Yan Mo who escaped, five people are waiting for you below, hurry up." ”

Hearing these words, Yan Huihui's heart completely sank to the bottom, and everyone else also changed color. I can't think of a way to do everything he said.

However, the fact is in front of us, these demon spirits cannot appear out of thin air, it is clear that those monks are carrying them, the question is, even if Thirteen Lang can design a trap to kill them, how can these ownerless demon spirits be subdued? And look at what it looks like. It's more authentic than the Demon Hunter?

The old woman and Yan Buli exchanged a look, and lowered their heads with tacit understanding. They all had the same problem, if Thirteen Lang could subdue the demon spirits without limitation......

"This son, I can't keep it!"

"Stupid, haha!"

Yamu was about to die of laughter, thinking that these fools had to teach a good lesson, otherwise they wouldn't know how many eyes Ma Wang Ye had.

The Demon Soul Saint Son was not a fool, and he quickly saw the fame in the old woman's eyes, but he didn't feel worried at all. Past experiences tell Yamu. Since Thirteen Lang did this, he must have his intentions.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, just believe it.

"What doesn't know whether it's dead or alive will be wiped out sooner or later!"

Thinking this in his heart, Yamu moved his gaze to the battlefield, and his gaze shrank abruptly.

"Young Master, be careful!"

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"Soul Burst, Thousand Threads!"

With a bang, Yan Huihui's Yuan Ying was the core. Stacked ripples swept in all directions like an ever-expanding ball, and waves of air crashed like walls in all directions. Everywhere he went, everything was crushed into powder.

The demon spirit turned directly into ashes, and thousands of faces collapsed into nothingness before they even had time to express their frightened emotions, and the thirty-two flying swords were scattered before they could form a formation, and the angry roar of the meridian sword was suppressed, and it bounced into the endless sky.

The Grand Monk blew himself up. Its prestige is simply indescribable.

Yan Huihui has been hit hard, and he has been suppressed and reduced, Yuan Ying has long been weakened, and if he purely calculates his strength, he is afraid that he will not even have one-tenth of his heyday.

But no matter what. He is still a great monk, he is a great monk, and he has a hole card that is enough for the gods to dare not humiliate: the original god self-destructs!

"Death to me!"

The roar, everything in front of them became blurred, and in a trance, people seemed to hear a roaring cry, with endless resentment and unwillingness, dissipating into the void.

The qi wave was launched, and Jianzhen was destroyed before he could play a role, and Thirteen Lang's body rolled all the way upside down, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"I can't bear to die, that's why I die. ”

A few wisps of black silk flashed from the core of the explosion, and with a slight flicker, they fled towards the surroundings like lightning, until at this time, Yan Huihui still didn't want to enter reincarnation, and would rather split the Yuan Shen than escape from this catastrophe.

If it was the first time for Thirteen Lang to face this kind of trick, it would probably be too late to react.

Yan Huihui is not comparable to Yan Mi, there are more and faster soul splits, and with Yuanying self-detonation as a cover, it is very likely that he will escape. After that, if his few traces of soul can survive, he will take Yan Huihui's memories and embark on a completely different path, ghost cultivation.

It's a pity that Yan Huihui's first time was not Thirteen Lang's first time, and in order to ensure the safety of the soul after the split of the Yuan Shen, Yan Huihui consumed the power of the True Yuan to seventy-seven eighty-eight, so he failed to maximize the power of self-explosion.

This is the mistake he made in this life, Zuihou.

"Definitely!"

The blood on his lips didn't have time to wipe it, tens of thousands of black dots surged out, sweeping towards the center of the battlefield that had not completely dissipated like a hurricane, and Thirteen Lang himself disappeared in place with a thud, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the farthest black gas, and his palms immediately clapped.

Since the beginning of the war, in the face of the possible seizure of a great monk, Jusan Lang has not dared to use his physical attack, not even to make contact with him. It was only at this time, until Yan Huihui turned into a few incomplete remnant souls, that he finally had a chance to make a move.

The two clean and neat palms emitted fire and electricity, and there were swirls of wind, flapping together from both sides.

"Don't, ah!"

"Smack!"

It was like slapping a floater to death, and it was like applauding, and the black smoke turned to ashes in the flames, and turned into nothingness in the thunder and lightning, and was swept into the invisible by the hurricane.

"Well done!"

Yamu suddenly screamed, and the others stared blankly at the scene, all shocked and speechless.

I don't know if it's because of tiredness, Thirteen Lang's face didn't have much excitement, his eyes were slightly gloomy, and he showed a little disappointment.

"It's so hard to kill to be weakened to this extent, if it's a god...... How can I kill it?"

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...... (To be continued.) )