Xiong Chumo stood in front of Shenhui, mercilessly choking the throat of the fire phoenix, and a terrible roar echoed in the blazing Dao hall—the howl became more and more intense, more and more angry, and more and more painful.

Fire Phoenix struggled angrily!

Countless incandescent white light slurry peeled off from its body and fell to the ground, igniting a sourceless sea of fire, and that killing sword intent was hidden in its body, constantly erupting!

Xiong Chumo's face turned pale suddenly, but his expression was still indifferent, and his thin and short body, under the blessing of that majestic power, was as majestic as a god, and he looked so powerful.

There are many people who have never been able to understand Xiong Chumo's strength, such as Ye Hongyu, since the title of the head of the Xiling Temple cannot bring innate strength to cultivators, then where does his strength come from? How can this obscene and disgusting dwarf have a realm above the Five Realms? Just because he is a dog of Haotian?

Someone tried to answer, but those answers were all speculations, Xiong Chumo was still standing behind the curtain of light, extremely powerful, choking fate and the throat of the fire phoenix, making people feel unfair and continue to be invincible.

Xiong Chumo's giant palm continued to move forward, and the night dome above Peach Mountain, with his movements, seemed to be getting closer to the ground, and an unimaginable huge force slapped down.

The fire phoenix roared, the light feathers scattered, and the peerless sword intent that burst out from its body could not resist the pressure of the night dome, and it shattered into countless pieces with a snap!

The sword intent was smashed by Xiong Chumo's palm! Countless fragments of sword intent shot out and flew away, all of which landed on Ye Hongyu's body, the blood-red ruling robe. Numerous tears appeared, and blood oozed faintly from them.

This is the backlash of terror.

Ye Hongyu's face was very pale, and the process of the loss and extinction of the stars in the depths of his eyes suddenly accelerated.

The blood-red right sleeve turned into nothingness before the power of the Apocalypse, revealing her jade-like wrist, the sword intent had been extinguished, but she still held the sword in her hand.

The black hair fluttered like a waterfall under a strong wind.

She looked at Xiong Chumo, her eyes were ruthless. There is no soul.

Her soul was burning. Her life was burning, the blood flowing from the countless wounds on her body was burning, and she used Xiling magic to burn her flesh and spirit into holy divine radiance.

She wanted to hug Xiong Chumo nearby.

Unlike the humiliated hug many years ago. Her hug meant nothing else. Not fanatical. Not cold, just calm, calmly inviting him to die together.

Xiong Chumo looked at the burning leaf red fish. The pupils of his eyes shrank, and he felt the great terror hidden in them.

His body trembled, his face became even paler, and a thunderous cry burst out of his lips!

"Fengtian Slash!"

He is the lord of the Xiling Temple, and his voice is thunder.

In the middle of the night, the thunder resounded at the bottom of the peaks and valleys, awakening the hibernating creatures in the depths of the earth's soil, startling the thick clouds in the night dome that no longer squeezed out snowflakes, until they came to the divine kingdom in the depths of the night dome where they did not know the direction.

The Nightdome slowly grinded towards the ground.

The domineering, unstoppable power in the Temple of Judgment became clearer and more direct.

Xiong Chumo's palm finally broke through the last remaining sword intent of Ye Hongyu, fanned those holy flames of light, and fell on her shoulder, literally imprinting!

There was a muffled pop.

The right shoulder of Ye Hongyu is full of clothes, revealing the best skin.

Her shoulders were still filled with fresh fragrance in the blazing light and terrifying power.

** incense shoulder, between holiness and horror, is very seductive.

Xiong Chumo's palm landed on this fragrant shoulder.

In an instant, he remembered a lot, recalled a lot, his eyes changed slightly, his pupils were deeper, like beans, like bean-like oil lamps, some secluded, some satisfied, some greedy, some sighed.

The palm fell, and she died.

Even if she is Ye Hongyu and is struck by Haotian's power, she will inevitably die.

The only thing that made Xiong Chumo a little puzzled was that her eyes were still so indifferent.

If you are like an idiot, can you really be so crazy that you ignore life and death?

The next moment, Xiong Chumo understood why Ye Hongyu was so calm.

Because she wouldn't let his palm fall on her body so lightly like she did back then.

A wound bloomed on her right shoulder, like the rest of her body, dripping with blood, and the robe was torn apart, but just under the blood, deep in the wound, there were golden threads shining.

This golden thread, these golden threads, is the biggest difference between her and ordinary cultivators - countless powerhouses in the cultivation world, she and Ning Que are real outliers, they are real ruthless people.

She is not so crazy that she ignores life and death, but she is so crazy that she cultivates her body into a sword, which is her real Dao sword.

The robe of the Judgment is torn.

The scabbard cracked.

She, the sword, is officially unsheathed.

The golden thread bounced beautifully, flew gracefully, and gently and softly came to Xiong Chumo's palm.

Compared with the giant palm, the golden thread is softer than the thinnest barnyard grass in autumn.

But that was her life, tougher than the sharpest sword, unbreakable, unbreakable.

With a soft snort, Xiong Chumo was about to touch the index finger on her shoulder, and a thin red line appeared, and blood overflowed from the line, and the white bones were seen in an instant, and then cut off.

Xiong Chumo's index finger, like a ripe fruit, fell on the branch.

Xiong Chumo's face became extremely pale, and endless pain gushed out from the depths of his eyes.

His thin face swelled with endless anger.

Then, in an instant, everything was calm.

His face was expressionless, and his palms continued to press down.

Even if the five fingers are broken, and the palms of his hands fall down with his wrists, he will also shoot Ye Hongyu to death!

Because this is the best opportunity.

However, it was impossible for Ye Hongyu to give him another chance.

Ye Hongyu closes its eyes.

Immediately after, she collected all her sword intent.

The tattered robe of the Judgment God rolled up like dead leaves, enveloping her body.

A trace of sword intent is no longer leaked.

Not even life is gone.

A moment ago, she was like a sword. At this moment, he became a stubborn stone of ignorance and ignorance.

It's like those moss-covered rocks at the bottom of the lake outside the Demon Sect Mountain Gate many years ago.

There were two sword marks carved into those stubborn stones.

More years ago, those sword marks were left by Ke Haoran.

Later, some new sword marks were left by her.

Now, she had turned herself into those stones, and the wounds on her body were like sword marks.

What does she want to do?

There is no time to think, let alone to analyze.

Xiong Chumo's palm finally landed completely on her shoulder.

There was a loud click. Her shoulder bones were shattered. Blood rushes.

Xiong Chumo was puzzled, **Hai was puzzled, and he couldn't understand why she would rather be seriously injured than bear this blow.

That's when it happened. The middle-aged Taoist on the other side of the temple. Glanced up.

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She's like a real stone. Knocked away by the force of the Celestial Dome.

Strength determines speed.

She has endured a force that no one has ever withd, and she has unimaginable speed.

Except for the distanceless. Never before in the world has there been such a speed.

She flew through the Temple of Judgment, and the tattered Judgment Robe dragged out of the Dao Remnant, rubbing violently against the air, and even began to burn, and the stubborn stone turned into a meteorite, dragging out the tail of the fire.

Or, this is another form of the fire phoenix.

Ever since he entered the Judgment Temple, the middle-aged Daoist had kept his head down and remained silent.

It was only then that he finally raised his head.

He looked up at the sea of divine light in the hall, at the figure between light and shadow, at the meteorite that smashed at him, at the silent and solemn fire phoenix, and figured out what she was going to do.

Ye Hongyu's target was him from the beginning.

It's not ** Hai, it's not Xiong Chumo, it's him.

Compete with the magic of the ** sea, just a warm-up.

The apocalypse of Xiong Chumo is just accelerated.

The all-out shots of these two powerhouses were just a bit of a situation for Ye Hongyu.

She did not hesitate to be seriously injured, but also adjusted her state to the strongest and most violent moment.

Why? Just to kill yourself?

Ye Hongyu came too fast, and the middle-aged Taoist just glanced up, and she arrived.

The fire phoenix burned the palace, and the meteorite came into the world.

Even if the spectator is present, it is impossible to avoid it.

The middle-aged Taoist found that the viewer was still himself, and he still underestimated Ye Hongyu's ability.

The young Judgment Divine Throne is really a genius who knows everything, her divine attainments are better than the ** sea, she actually cultivated her body into a natal Dao sword, and she finally turned herself into a stubborn stone, which is the legendary Great Divine Officer of Light who comprehended the block formation intention thousands of years ago!

In today's world, the only person who understands the intention of the Great River Country is the current queen of the Great River Kingdom, where did she learn it? The middle-aged Taoist couldn't figure it out, but he had to catch the other party.

Otherwise, this fire phoenix will fly out of the Judgment Temple, break through the peach mountain, and gain true freedom.

This is something that the Daomen will never allow.

The middle-aged Taoist stretched out his right hand and pointed out, his movements were very slow.

The fire phoenix came so fast, so fast that no one had come before.

His movements were so slow, but he was ahead of the fire phoenix.

His expression was solemn, and his fingers were extremely heavy.

Know it, keep it, for the world stream.

Knowing and observing the peerless learning, the god of the world is the god of the stream.

The middle-aged Taoist Tianxia Xi Shen Finger is not much higher than the tangerine peel back then.

As soon as it is pointed out, the world is peaceful!

The blazing Haotian Divine Radiance in the Temple of Judgment is no longer shaken by the frozen flames!

The remnants of the power that came from the heavenly dome seemed to feel the meaning between his fingers, and he also calmed down!

The flame tail of the fire phoenix disappeared in an instant!

The raging meteorite suddenly revealed its true face, how could those mosses hurt people?

The middle-aged Taoist used his most powerful means.

He came in the light and pointed out.

The fire phoenix roared, a little desperate.

Ye Hongyu's expression was still so indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.

She held the sword, and then, out of the sword.

The fire phoenix light feathers scattered, and she didn't pay attention to it at all.

The hall was full of energy, the wind swept, and the fire phoenix suddenly dispersed, leaving only her body.

She stabbed the middle-aged Taoist with a sword.

It's an ordinary sword, but it's the most powerful sword.

Like an arrow in a heavy leather, like a stone falling into a secluded pool.

There was a sound, there was an echo, and the thought sounded.

The fingers of the middle-aged Taoist and her sword finally met in the air.

The wind died suddenly, the dust gradually fell, and the Temple of Judgment instantly returned to silence.

Several golden threads burst out of Ye Hongyu's body, and then fell down, like real dead leaves.

She held the void sword, stood in front of the middle-aged Taoist with an expressionless face, and the ruling robe was half scattered, rolled up on her waist, revealing the upper body of **, and blood flowed from the perfect curve.

At this time, she was covered in blood, standing half-naked, like a wolf, but in fact she was extremely beautiful.

It is a divine beauty, a holy beauty, a pure beauty.

But this beauty is seductive.

Seductive and sacred, in fact, does not contradict, at least at this moment in her body.

Blood trickled down her body, to her feet, into the crevices in the stone slabs.

The crevices gradually filled with blood, and then began to glow, like threads.

In the sea of blood, there is a light fluttering, and when the light rises, it is a cage.

The middle-aged Daoist's expression finally changed, because he was in the middle of the cage.

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(Looks like you can write more tomorrow, right??It feels like you're recovering fast, haha...... In other words, Ye Hongyu's upper body is **, covered in blood, you can refer to some oil paintings, of course, to replace it with oriental women, this is going to be a movie, it should be very good-looking. (To be continued......)