Wrapped in the power of the primary, the flesh and blood are regenerated, and the soul is repaired. In just a moment, the original uninjured body came from nothing, and stood a hundred feet away in a good manner.

Unscathed, only the gas engine is slightly weaker. After all, it was a catastrophe in which the body was shattered and the primordial spirit was almost wiped out, and even if it recovered at this time, it was inevitable that there would be some damage.

And at this time, Yuan Wushu laughed: "Zong Shou, I really didn't look at the wrong person without injury! Is this a spell or a divine treasure? It's really good! Even if it's a thirteenth-rank supreme supernatural power or a top-grade artifact, it's just that-"

At that moment, he almost thought that Zong Shou was going to sit back and watch him die in the hands of the red cloth.

Several times I wanted to end the art of silence and escaped first. But he persevered until the end, until he couldn't resist anymore and was shattered by the fingers of the red clothes.

has always believed that Zong Shou will not give up his companion easily, and there must be means to save him from a desperate situation.

And the end result was!

He was happy, not because he had come back from his death. More for himself, he can have a brother and friend who are like each other.

And Zong Shou has such a hole card in hand, so why not win this battle?

The few people in the red clothes were pale, and it was difficult to see the extreme! In this world, there is still such a technique?

If it is an artifact, it must be a first-class divine treasure! If it is an elixir, it must be the top-notch elixir!

Can't be killed, can't be killed, a few of them have the strength of the Holy Realm, what's the use at this time?

The thoughts of those 'free gods and demons' were already shaking slightly, and for the first time, they had the intention of retreating.

In this battle, they suffered minimal damage. It's no longer possible, so retreating in time is the best policy!

And Han Qing's mood fell from the clouds into the abyss.

Suddenly, I understood why when I learned that Lin Xuanshuang had stepped into the realm, all the sects and sects were so afraid.

Even if Xiuguan had left the Cloud Realm at this time, the Holy Venerables of the Three Sects of Dao Confucianism and Demon still did not dare to act rashly.

"Don't rejoice too soon. This is the epiphany of life and death. Use it once. It takes three years to save. I've got a total of three here—"

Zong Shou still replied in a calm tone, but his eyes in red clothes burst out again.

Although I don't know why Zong Shou blew himself up, but after thinking about it carefully, this is reasonable.

It can make people who are close to the divine realm, and whose souls and bodies are on the verge of shattering. In the blink of an eye, it's back to normal.

Able to use unlimited, unlimited. Such an artifact may be available, but it will never be in the hands of the sect guard.

If it was a spell, then even if Lin Xuanshuang's Origin Soul was determined, it would be extremely difficult to do it!

It cannot be completely extinguished at one time. If you don't believe in the sect, you can resurrect the original without harm for the third time, the fourth time.

The hurricane rolled up wildly again, and the red clothes flashed again, moving to the original uninjured side again, and was about to strike again.

That blood-colored sword light. And he slashed again. This time. What is contained in that knife is also the power of a spiral.

Around the eye of the hurricane. A small half of it was taken away by Su Chuxue, and it was controlled in turn.

And the sword shadow naturally penetrated through these flaws, broke through the wind wall, and slashed his throat!

Crimson snorted coldly, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and slapped it on the Blood Moon Knife. The sleeves of his shirt shattered and flew into countless pieces. And the first snow also coughed up blood again, and was forcibly slapped tens of thousands of feet away by the monstrous power, and crashed into the mud and dust.

This time, the damage was much lighter than the previous one. Adapting to the whirlwind power of the red clothes, and then borrowing the power of the Blood Moon Knife, the response spirals, and finally has a little resistance ability.

And in just this moment, the original uninjured has once again gathered layers of captives in front of him. Moreover, the two medium-grade fairy treasures are firmly protected from side to side.

"Hey, it's just in vain, you're just a peak of fairyland, and you can't take half a breath in this seat—"

Break in with one finger again, and break all those spirit runes,

The red-clothed but distracted alarm, the chest throbbing and aching. Suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Zong Shou again.

What a thick dead air?

Yes, since it is called the epiphany of life and death, then there is life and there is death.

Why is it so ominous, so dangerous?

Zong Shou was quietly waiting, when the last petal of the epiphany of life and death was completely withered,

It is the third breath of the blooming flower, and the power of death contained in it is fully released. made him dead all over his body, and accumulated to an extreme.

Zong Shou's three thousand hairs all turned pale in an instant. The muscles of his arms withered, and the blood on his face faded. The innate charm of the demon fox clan is still there, but it is mixed with the breath of death, showing a strange handsomeness, and the temperament is even more evil and unique.

The eyebrows were slanted, and the refining sword in Zong Shou's hand shook slightly. When the sound of the sword roared in all directions, a huge yin door also opened behind him. Countless cold breaths passed smoothly.

Nine Styx, the death of the Teller!

This is the sword of Styx's death!

The figure walks through the void, like a ghost, like a phantom.

With the mighty river, walk forward. All the places they passed through turned gray and white, covered by the power of the underworld. All life, non-existent matter, is dying, coming to an end.

And the God Refining Sword that had been dyed pale by the power of death was pointed to by the two Night Demon Venerables in front of him who had not yet recovered from the previous sword.

At this moment, the crimson clothes were terrifying!

"How is it possible?"

Thirteenth-level peerless swordsmanship, not to mention the Cloud Realm, even this domain world, will never exceed the number of five fingers!

It is said that they have all been handed down from the former realm. And most of them have disappeared in millions of years, and the inheritance has been severed!

In this world, how could such a supernatural sword technique emerge out of thin air!

In this world, all the spiritual methods, all the supernatural powers, all the martial arts Dafa, all the sword tricks and sword duels.

Just by stepping over that level of harmlessness, you can directly ignore the rank! Ignore the cultivation realm, the level of strength!

Even if it is an ordinary person who has no cultivation, as long as he can comprehend it, then even if he is a Supreme Saint Venerable, he can be injured!

It's just the difference in the size and severity of the injury.

I didn't have the heart to pay attention to the fact that there was no injury in front of me, and the red clothes were all intent.

After a moment, he sighed softly. It's not supreme, it's still the twelfth class of extinctions.

He has never transcended the law of this realm, but he is infinitely close to the level of no superior.

However, the two over there are still not able to resist it!

There are thousands of doubts in my heart, who created this swordsmanship, so miraculous?

In particular, the transition between life and death is even more subtle. Like the finishing touch, a swordsmanship that was not originally top-notch and borrowed the power of the dead for his own use has crossed several levels in a row!

And the Korean side is even more sluggish. I shuddered and trembled.

If it is this sword, it is stabbing at itself. So can his great anti-heaven magic be reversed?

While!

A clash of gold and iron interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Zong Shou's Divine Refining Sword struck a giant shield. But there was no vigorous vibration, and there was no strong impact. The huge purple shield was covered with a pale color in an instant.

Then, in the midst of everyone's incredulous gaze, the entire shield turned into ashes and dispersed.

The Divine Sword continued to pass through without any obstacles, and the sword path was extremely simple with one sword. It gives people the feeling that it is like a flood swept away, a river of death!

The Night Demon Venerable, who was holding a shield to resist, also had no suspense, his body instantly turned into sand, and he collapsed silently, falling to the dust.

The figure of Zong Shou swept by strangely. The Divine Sword continued to move forward, pointing at the second person.

The simple sword momentum makes people feel that there is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to escape.

The last Night Demon Venerable let out a desperate shout.

Sacrifice the double sword, and all the true elements of life are burning. Instantly forward, slashing out thousands of sword lights. Weave countless dangerous lights and shadows, and block all the ranges.

And immediately after, there was a soft sound of 'dang'. Two mouthfuls of blood-colored knife light decayed into killing in one breath.

And the pale sword light directly pierced his chest and abdomen.

It may be that the power of death has finally been exhausted and has begun to decay. This person did not immediately turn into dust, but slowly aged and died. All flesh and blood are losing their vitality little by little.

The whole process, which lasts for three breaths, is even more terrifying.

In less than a hundred breaths, the three Holy Order Venerables of the Night Demon Clan were all buried under the sword of the sect.

Although it was due to the superposition of various causes, the scene in front of them also made the hearts of the remaining five people shrink involuntarily.

If we continue to fight, I am afraid that none of the five of them will be able to leave alive.

Crimson Yi gave up directly, and killed the original harmless idea again!

In other words, there are two more death swords that are infinitely close to the supreme level like Fang Cai!

Suddenly, Crimson understood. The reason why this sect shou exposed his shortcomings was not really to remind them, but just to deter!

But even if he knew this, he had no other choice at this time!

"Hurry back!"

With an angry snort, the red clothes decisively pulled out and flew away. As soon as he took the mana, he grabbed Han Qing and fled into the distance.

As for those free gods and demons, they didn't need to be reminded by him, and they were already fleeing as soon as possible.

Shen Yuexuan once again showed a smile, and a huge golden net was projected out of his sleeve, and it shrouded tens of thousands of zhang when it was opened.

Fortunately, several real forces collided here, hollowing out the mountain. There's plenty of room for these gold nets to stretch.

But the net is not a real thread. It's something like innate qi, fast, the last to come, and the five people are enveloped from afar.

Crimson frowned again, and glanced behind him in surprise. Not only because of this golden net, but also because of the sword of Zong Shou, he has been locked.

A trace of cause and effect that has not yet been weathered, but can not be underestimated, lingers on the sword body.

Crimson finally gritted his teeth, and the black and brown in the sky exploded.

The same corner was slightly picked, and then he shook his head again: (To be continued.) )