Chapter 651 Five Hundred Years of Love Bells

Whether it is the Yongmen Ancient Shou or the Grim Reaper, or the Death Demon, their moves contain great power, and he is almost completely unable to touch them. - Le - Wen - Xiao - Say - 520 - (Full text without ads) However, this power is exactly what he is waiting for.

Suddenly, a green sword slashed up from below. It surpassed tens of thousands of feet in height and carried terrifying power, rushing up like a death scythe at a flash of speed. Seeing this, Ye Qingcheng's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and then he jumped out of the hole in the transparent barrier and fell into the air, although his body was restrained, he still used his feet, stomped on the air, adjusted his body, and quickly fell downward, and waited for the weakening Qingmang sword shadow to slash.

However, just as the green sword shadow was about to slash by, he suddenly stepped into the air with two steps, stepped out of a circle of air vortex, and dodged it, narrowly escaping its attack.

"Huh!" the sword shadow flashed, disappeared into the darkness above, and then dissipated with a clatter like a cyan thunderbolt that disappeared into the sky.

Cold sweat flowed down his back, and he said in horror: "It's too strong." ”

In the face of a sword qi that was too powerful, he couldn't grasp the trajectory of its power.

At this time, the fierce battle below intensified, and from time to time, a whistling sword light flew up rapidly. He kept staring at those surging sword shadows, secretly measuring their power, although after tens of thousands of gallops, the power of the sword qi plummeted a lot, but after all, it was the first emperor of the Great Wilderness, the sword qi of the Yongmen Gu Shou, a little inaccurate, and his body was also cut in half when his restraints were broken.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

"Whoa......

In a short time, several sword shadows sped past him in various trajectories. And he, like a fourteen-year-old again, back to the age of the rocky sea, dances on the teeth of a fish, the dance of death. The restlessness that runs through his blood to be easily attracted to danger often allows him to come up with ideas that are different from ordinary people, or things that others dare not think.

It's the same this time.

On the ground, another chilling green sword shadow flew up quickly. It is like a cyan swordfish, making a sharp sound in the air. At this moment, Ye Qingcheng's pupils were extremely constricted, and he stared at it tightly. As his six senses became more concentrated, time seemed to slow down, his legs bent violently, his feet stepped out of a circle of rippling air swirls, and his figure jumped back half a step in the air, and then he raised his head and tilted his head back as far as possible, his body hanging straight.

"Huh-" As if the whistling sound of death echoed in his ears. The sharp edge of the terrifying cyan sword shadow slashed from his feet to his neck.

Anyone who sees this scene will be terrified!

This is undoubtedly playing with life.

At the same time as the tearing sound sounded, Ye Qingcheng felt that there was an extremely cold and cold feeling, which flashed from his skin, and all the hairs on his body stood up, and his heart was already frightened to stop beating.

For him, the scene was slow. However, in reality, this is an extremely fast scene, and it does not even take a thousandth of an eye to blink of an eye.

"Phew!"

In an instant, the cyan sword light brushed against Ye Qingcheng, and then flew like lightning into the darkness in the sky. The white spirit cloth seal that had been wrapped around Ye Qingcheng's body was torn in an instant, and he stretched out his arms widely, completely shattering the broken spirit cloth. Then, he hurriedly reached out and stroked his neck and chest, and he looked at his fingers, which were stained with blood.

Suddenly, a thin blood mark opened on his chin, but after it was completely cracked, it was very deep, directly revealing the bones in his chin.

He carefully probed his body again, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, except for the skin wound on his chin, his body was not severely injured by the cyan sword marks. At this time, his sweat flowed down like a waterfall, and the heart hanging in his throat also fell.

After breaking the seal, he didn't hesitate to turn and fly back to the Death Chamber.

Liu Beishui is still in a coma, and there is no sign of waking up.

"Smack!!" he violently used his strength, shaking the seat where Liu Beishui was sitting to pieces.

He couldn't break the red chains of the Grim Reaper, but he could smash the chair and drag Liu Beishui's body out. Immediately afterwards, he casually picked up a cloth robe, wrapped Liu Beishui's body, and finally used a shroud to tie him behind him and flew out of the secret room.

The rocks of the lava abyss were covered with countless caves, and he hesitated in front of them and found them at random. However, just as he was about to rush in, he jerked his head up and looked up at the top of his head.

They were shocked to fall to such a point, but when he thought of Hua Lao's smiling and kind face, he still couldn't give up on him. Just like throwing his children into a wild wolf den, although it is extremely dangerous and stern to the point of cruelty, Hua Lao does have extremely high expectations for them.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, gave up the idea of fleeing immediately, and quickly flew into the pitch-black sky.

In the dark, Hua Jingshi has been forced into a dead corner by the sword demon, facing the danger of his life. Even if the Sword Demon only had a broken body left, it was not even the end of the strong crossbow, but after all, it was the strongest Blazing God Envoy, the most terrifying Demon Melting Demon, and the only bit of strength left was not something that the Martial Emperor could easily shake.

I saw that Hua Lao's body was full of brown earth spirits, and his hands were clasped together, hanging in the air. The only one-armed sword demon left, holding a rusty ancient sword, stabbed at Hua Lao's chest, and was tightly clamped by his hands. As the crack in the air under the sword demon's feet became more and more violent, its power gradually broke through Hua Lao's limit.

It can be seen from this that a hero is a hero, and a skinny camel is not comparable to a horse.

Seeing this, Ye Qingcheng wanted to pull out the sword from behind his back, but as a result, he stretched out his hand behind his back, but suddenly realized that the Xuanxue Sword was still left on the edge of the cliff of the previous Longyuan Emperor.

Just then, a tearing sound came.

"Poof!!" blood splattered ****, and the ancient sword stabbed through Hua Lao's palms, directly penetrating his chest and stabbing out from behind.

Hua Lao's arms suddenly drooped and drooped weakly.

"Stop!!" Ye Qingcheng shouted violently. At the same time, he took off the open-core bell that he had been carrying with him from his waist and shook it violently a few times, but did not ring the bell. So, he threw the bell over directly and shouted: "Senior, if you have a little spiritual sense, please stop!"

Hua Jingshi looked at Ye Qingcheng with kind eyes, smiled and shook his head, wanting to tell him not to be so naïve. However, the seemingly indifferent sword demon, who had no head, lost an arm, and was covered in black smoke, held the sword's one-arm and grabbed the ancient bell that had been thrown over.

Its miserable, stiff body hung silently, with its back to Ye Qingcheng. What he never expected was that after a period of silence, it shook its arm slightly, making a motion that wanted to ring the bell.