And this kid is a little bolder, isn't it, it's the Blood Song Sword, he actually took it with his bare hands?

also transferred it to his own woman in front of the prince of Wu Ying of Yue Kingdom, I'm afraid I don't know how death is written, right?

The corners of Wu Ying's mouth twitched, as if she was sour by the 'lady' title, and then she took the sword in front of everyone.

The face of the hall master was already difficult to see, he didn't know when the helmsman of his hall hooked up with this Lan Zedian, and he was willing to let her be willing to give her a hug.

If this kid is allowed to blow the wind on his pillow in the middle of the night, then he will have to !!

Some time ago, he had just blackened this kid with a Saint Yuan Golden Jade Fruit, and in this way, the position of the Wind Chasing Hall was in jeopardy.

Seeing Ling Tiansu 'hugging' the unscathed but not struggling for half a minute, everyone had only one thought in their hearts: success.

And at this moment, on the high platform, the owner of Shahailou had a pair of three enemies, and the fake Wu Ying broke his arm, not only did not retreat half a point, but it seemed to arouse the murderous intent in his eyes.

Even though the Blood Song Sword was no longer in his hand, the moment he raised one hand above his head, a ball of thunder light was held in the blood-stained palm.

The terrifying thunder tearing force emanating from Lei Guang's body tore all the clothes on his arms, his palm was surging, his left arm was bleeding, and his feet suddenly stepped on.

He had already come to the top of Meng Qixuan's head, and his palm was slapping straight down towards his head with supreme thunderous intent.

And Ye Liqing and Helian catered left and right, sealing Meng Qixuan's retreat.

"Protect the landlord!"

With an order from a hall master, the three hundred Shahailou disciples who were watching the battle could no longer sit still, and drew their weapons one after another and swarmed up.

Facing the surging attack of the fake Wu Ying's thunder palm, Meng Qixuan coughed lowly, his face was extremely pale, and the black daze with his hair was scattered directly under the tearing of the thunder.

If it had been in the past, he would not have been in such a situation.

But in order to control a Yan You, at the cost of his own body, he was already seriously injured before the battle, and without the powerful Tongyuan Realm assistant of Jimo Lanze, he obviously became extremely difficult.

A disciple of Shahailou in the Anlu Realm was the first to rush onto the high platform, without the slightest hesitation, using his body as a wall, and under the push of the palms of his two colleagues, he successfully blocked the thunder mark for Meng Qixuan.

The body of the Anru Realm directly glowed with purple light, and then it shattered like a bubble bursting.

Meng Qixuan raised his head in a daze, he could only see the disciple's body that collapsed at the last moment, and he didn't even have time to see what he looked like.

And the back road that was sealed by Ye Liqing and Helian was also fought with the help of many disciples, and a breakthrough was made.

Meng Qixuan knelt on one knee, let out a low breath, and then withdrew from the breakthrough without hesitation

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And I don't know if Wu Ying, who was too badly injured with a broken arm, didn't have a trace of respite and still used a must-kill blow, but what he killed was only a nobody, which angered his heart.

With a roar of red eyes, a mouthful of blood spurted out weakly, and it was overwhelmed by the crowd of three hundred people.

Meng Qixuan landed under the stage, looking at Ling Tiansu's direction with heavy eyes, and a low and dangerous voice slowly sounded: "The Seven Imperial Daughters abandoned the battle and fled, it is really inhumane......"

If Mo Lanze could move at this moment, he must be so angry that his face would be crooked.

And at this moment, Ling Tiansu's warm palm was still wandering ambiguously around her waist, seemingly caressing, but in fact, it was really crazy to punch into one after another talismans from her body, making her unable to move at all.

And the kid actually said so damnly: "My heart is involved, and under the battle of life and death, I naturally can't throw away all my body and mind to enjoy the battle." ”

The corners of Meng Qixuan's mouth were coldly hooked, and his gaze was cold: "What you mean is that for the Seven Imperial Daughters of the Yinsha Dynasty, the pleasure of being immersed in a life-and-death battle is not as comfortable as one of your arms." ”

Ling Tiansu nodded shamelessly, grabbed one of Jimo Lanze's stiff arms and put it on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "She is very comfortable now." ”

Comfort your uncle!

Ji Mo Lanze became more and more sure of the idea of cutting this kid apart.

With Meng Qixuan's eyesight, it was naturally impossible to see the abnormal state of Mo Lanze at this moment, and his eyes were deep, as if there was a broken sea and a wave that broke through the air.

No one raised a knife, but the sword intent was real, and the sword intent was not as violent as rain, but it was extremely violent and domineering.

It seemed to condense the sword that Meng Qixuan had slashed at this moment as all the cultivators of the Tongyuan Realm, and the sword intent instantly swept away, slashing the entire ground flat and scraping away more than ten zhang.

Ling Tiansu's bangs danced wildly on his forehead, which should set off the ordinary eyes under this illusion.

He remained seated on the ground, of course he knew how strong the sword that Meng Qixuan would use in a desperate situation.

is so strong that he can't take it at all with his current cultivation.

But if he can't catch it, it doesn't mean that someone can't catch it.

"Choke!"

The war song that seemed to be a tragic mountain and river sounded under the bell of morning and dusk, accompanied by the sound of a clear sword chant.

A song of blood in blood.

Demons in the Blood Prison.

And at this moment, it is ...... who is holding the sword of the demon Wu Ying who came from hell in blood.

The fatal sword intent finally turned into a stream of fireflies under that sword, and gently cut off a strand of jet-black hair, which fell onto the pale and stiff face of Jimo Lanze in his arms.

Somewhat itchy......

And at this moment, Wu Ying was holding the Blood Song Sword handed to him by Ling Tiansu himself, and the white-clothed Shengxue couldn't bring any holiness to her handsome and evil face

The eyes, like the black sea, gradually brewed into a deep sea of blood.

The sword is as sharp as blood, and the anger is monstrous.

After a breath, the blood-like blade began to drip blood.

Because the Blood Song Sword easily pierced through the chest of the owner of the Shahai Mansion.

The black robe was soaked in blood, and it was not very obvious, and from Ling Tiansu's point of view, it looked like an ordinary water jar overturned on his chest.

The red blood beads that could slide down the blade of the sword made Meng Qixuan let out a hoarse and unbearable low moan in his throat.

He looked down in disbelief at the half-length blood-red sword tip that poked out of his chest, there was a hidden pain in his eyebrows, and he slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh.

But he is not Yan You, he is not born to be a smiley face.

As the blood flowing from the sword blade formed a shallow river of blood in front of him, the sword blade turned slightly, as if it was about to be withdrawn.

He coughed lowly, choking on a mouthful of blood, and the corners of his mouth hooked a twisted arc without showing half a smile after all.

He suddenly raised his hand, ignoring the sharpness of the Blood Song Sword cutting his palm, he stubbornly restrained the blade of the sword and prevented Wu Ying from drawing the sword.

On the high platform, they were already red-eyed, and for a while, no one paid attention to the landlord who was about to die.

The flowing blood was stopped by some magical force, and he strangled the blade with all his might, and strange syllables of unknown meaning sounded deep in his throat.

Between the blade of the sword and the wound, instead of blood, countless wisps of blood-colored mist erupted, accompanied by the mist that wrapped around the blade.

Wu Ying's face changed slightly, and the blood song in his hand trembled uncontrollably, as if he was afraid of something.

A sinister and evil aura swept through the audience.

Meng Qixuan's handsome and indifferent face turned hideous, he looked up to the sky and roared, and finally let go of the blade of the sword, and slapped the bloody palm towards the tip of the sword.

actually slapped the sword blade that pierced most of his chest out of his body.

Ling Tiansu's pupils opened slightly, looking at Wu Ying's pale face, and the whole person flew away as if he had been smashed by a 10,000-pound hammer.

Wu Ying turned her backhand and used her sword to control her body, but her body was still an uncontrollable retreat, and the blade of the sword slashed a long sword edge on the ground.

Meng Qixuan's body shook, supporting the ground with his palm, and the blood-colored mist in his chest continued to diffuse, as if it was the source of life in his body, and it flowed wildly between heaven and earth.

Ling Tiansu's face sank, and the blood-colored mist actually gave him an extremely strange and dangerous feeling.

He knew that if Meng Qixuan didn't die today, he would definitely leave a big disaster.

Fang Cai also affectionately hugged Jimo Lanze's delicate body, but at this moment, he was extremely disgusted and in the way, and let her lie there stiffly.

Ling Tiansu stood up and pulled out his long knife, which had the exclusive matching knife marked by Shahailou.