In the face of Han Dai's frame, Liu Lang didn't bother to explain, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "The devil's path is small, and it is not a pity to die, so as not to spend more time on it." ”

Wu Yizhi was stunned by the words, and pinched the ancient bell with one hand to sacrifice the blood-glittering ancient bell, the bell body is simple, it seems that it has been many years, and the mottled traces of the erosion of the years are clearly recognizable.

Liu Lang was slightly stunned, and shouted in a low voice: "Overlord Bell!"

Gu Zhong saw that the wind was long, and in an instant, he conjured up a phantom more than 100 zhang high, whistling to the willow waves and the warbler as a hood.

Liu Lang's long sleeves flicked, a narrow and clear, blue light fairy sword held in the palm, its hand swayed, several brilliant sword light majestic, the sword qi is like a raging wave, containing the power of fierce and uncasting.

The sword wave smashed through the void and crushed upward, accompanied by bursts of heart-wrenching roars, frantically hitting the phantom of the little bell.

Clouds gather in all directions, the sky overturns, and the turbulent currents stir the four fields, and the halo sweeps the mountains, rocks, grass and trees all turn into powder.

Wu Yiji sneered: "The Lishui Wild Wave Sword is nothing more than that. ”

Liu Lang didn't answer, the sword light flickered and spit out, and the sword qi as thin as a cow's hair swayed one after another, like a continuous spring rain fluttering between heaven and earth.

Under the early sun, the scenery looks blurry and hazy, as if it is in a beautiful dream, and the whole forest does not want to wake up.

The sword qi is endless, at first like a slight undulation, and I heard the waves crashing on the shore, I just wanted to listen carefully, and suddenly saw the blue sea and the tide, and the continuous sword qi gradually churned, condensing the torrents and surging waves.

Over there, Wen Ying looked at another witch, this woman was dressed in black, with a strange black long knife with white hands and a cold face, and an indescribable evil aura arose.

Wen Yingxiu frowned and said, "Purgatory Demon Blade! Fang Jia is not a disciple of the Curling Demon Lord?"

The witch turned a deaf ear and sneered and did not answer.

Wu Yiji's face was grim, and he said, "Han Cicada Fairy is the heir of the Curling God Monarch, how can he be compared to an ordinary disciple?"

Wen Ying smiled and said: "Very good, the concubine body will see what magical powers the demon blade has today, and she can break into this great name." With that, he stretched out his slender hand and offered a vermilion luan silk surrounded by fairy light.

The sound of the incantation was urging, the light of Luan Aya was in full bloom, and a loud chirp sounded, Luan Aya turned into an elegant posture, and the red flying kite struck out wildly, its body burned with raging flames, but it could not feel the slightest temperature of the fireworks.

Han Chan was stunned and praised: "Broken Sky Rainbow Aya! Fang Jia can actually control the immortal power from his heart! Yes, yes." ”

After saying that, the demon blade in his palm waved at will, and the strands of demonic qi steamed, and it was also accompanied by a sonic roar, and a demon shadow more than ten zhang high appeared.

The Demon Shadow has beautiful eyebrows, and is dressed in exquisite battle armor, and the surface of the battle armor is engraved with mysterious runes.

The monster's eyes flashed with blood, and the giant arm stretched out to stir up a series of whirlpools in the void, and grabbed the flying kite with his bare hands with the momentum of an eagle's thunderbolt.

The flying kite shone red, and under the wave of its wings, countless red sparks overflowed, and suddenly the heat wave rolled and the flames roared.

The flying kite let out a clear and long sound, and raised its beak to peck at the giant palm.

The blazing flames wrapped around the body of the flying kite, burning so that the palm of the demon shadow sizzled, and the beak of the kis pecked violently, and it actually carved a hole in the palm of the demon shadow that was stronger than the fine iron.

The figure of the demon shadow swayed slightly, and the giant palm suddenly doubled, and the flying kite was pinched in it.

There was a slight "bang", flames burst out, and the flying kite turned into an arm-thick chain of fire, flickering a few times, densely wrapping around the demon shadow's chest, abdomen and limbs.

There was a delicate cry in mid-air, and the warbler was in a frightening posture, with a fluttering palm shadow, fast enough to grab the top of the demon shadow's skull like lightning.

Han Chan was slightly shocked in his heart, pinched his palm, and the demon shadow's body shrank suddenly, and when the fire chain was not tightened, it turned into a cloud of black mist and escaped back into the purgatory demon blade.

Then the magic blade stood up, and a splash of ink-like sword light slashed towards Wen Ying.

The phantom of the flying kite loomed again, glaring at Han Chan angrily, its body trembled, and several long feathers came out of its body, shooting at the enemy like sparks.

At that moment, Liu Lang's sword light urged, and the sword rain in the sky Xiao Xiao sassy attacked downward, and the sword qi scurried, all hitting the scattered runes of the Overlord Bell.

Wu Yiji and Han Dai are like two-leaf duckweed in the wild waves, and they must try their best to cut through the blue sea in order to find a glimmer of life.

The Overlord Bell rose with a dazzling red glow, and the body of the bell was large and small, and it rotated uncertainly.

The sound of the bell gradually changed from soothing to urgent, and the sound resounded to stop the clouds, full of the spirit of Jin Ge Iron Horse and swallowing thousands of miles. The sound tide condensed into a sharp and thin sound needle that drilled straight into the pinna of Liu Lang's ear.

Han Dai's mouth opened slightly, and a ball of essence blood erupted, and between the flexion and stretching of her five fingers, the Flying Spirit Treasure Mirror burst out with colorful light clusters, and mysterious runes were sprinkled on it, and the space rippled with subtle and indescribable fluctuations.

Liu Lang suddenly felt that the sword qi was disordered under the disturbance of the bell, and it was difficult to manipulate it, and thousands of sword rays attacked like mud cows entering the sea, and were absorbed by the colorful light group without a trace.

The cold wind swished and rolled over a forest of mist.

Liu Lang's long sword crossed the sky, and the sword qi in the sky was like a giant dragon absorbing water, all gathered on the blade of the autumn water, and he was full of spirit, as if he had not experienced such a fierce battle for a long time.

Wu Yiji and Han Dai successfully attacked and secretly ravaged their eyes.

The willow waves stand in the air on the bank of the weak water river, the cold wind blows, its clothes are fluttering, the black hair is flying, and the image of looking down on all beings.

The Lishui Wild Wave Sword stabbed the sky obliquely, bursting with blue light in ten thousand ways, and the sword body soared upward, turning into a giant sword more than a hundred zhang long across the forest, and the incomparably thick water aura between heaven and earth frantically gathered.

In the next moment, the wind was fierce, and the dark clouds were surging, covering the sky and the sun.

The thunder rolled across the sky, and the quiet and gentle weak water suddenly boiled, and countless splashes surfaced, dripping and flowing upward.

Wen Ying and Han Cicada fought each other in close arms, and the broken rainbow silk thorns were like warblers piercing thin waves, and they were like bright morning glows.

Luan Aya criss-crossed, red shadows shining, like the sky opening and closing, living up to the reputation of breaking the sky!

Han Chan's body was light and ethereal, dancing the Purgatory Demon Blade to block and block, and this place was in danger.

Suddenly, a low roar faintly sounded from the depths of the dark clouds, and the abundant killing intent overturned down, a head like a hill poked out of the clouds, and two golden eyes stared indifferently at everyone.

Han Chan shook his head and said angrily: "True Dragon!" In his busy schedule, he slashed out the black mang, shook the Broken Sky Rainbow Aya, and retreated.

The dragon's head in the air is bright with blue light, the mouth has a beard, and the throat has reverse scales, and the pair of giant tree-like characters are colorful and captivating. The dragon's body looms, its posture is vigorous, and its claws are sharp and majestic, and it is firmly entrenched on the Lishui Wild Wave Sword.

Wu Yiji muttered: "It's not a real dragon, it's a possessed dragon soul." I didn't expect that I hadn't seen it for many years, and Liu Lang was able to peel off the ice dragon soul and infuse the immortal sword, and I am afraid that we will not be able to please us today. ”

As he spoke, the blue waves rippled in the sky, a layer of dreamlike waves suspended in the air, and the water waves bubbled and covered the four fields.

The ice dragon jumped into it and rolled over, its blue body rising or hiding, playing extremely happily.

The oppressive atmosphere in the whole forest became more and more intense, and Han Dai twisted her head uncomfortably, making eye contact with Han Chan, but she didn't know how to deal with it.

A loud "hum" roar broke the silence in the forest. The red light of the Overlord Ding was sheng, and it rotated at great speed and buckled into the ground.

Filled with dust, this move woke up the ice dragon in the middle of the game, its eyes flashed with fierce light, and a column of water poured down with the power of all kinds at the swing of the giant tail.

The overlord Ding drilled deeper and deeper, the earth roared, and the stones and sand within a radius of dozens of zhang suddenly left the ground, rolled into two spiral sand and gravel flows, and the momentum was fierce towards the water column.

The ice dragon's wild waves came in a blink of an eye, the sound of crashing resounded through the sky, and a brilliant halo suddenly bloomed, the surrounding dense trees and gravel were torn to pieces, and the hills were instantly razed to the ground.

Wu Yiji and the others did not hesitate to pass the mana, and worked together to play a condensed light curtain defense, the wild waves rolled over, the cracks on the light curtain climbed, and the three demon cultivators were extremely embarrassed, but they seemed to be able to support it.

The ice dragon's eyes showed a hint of impatience, and he was really angry at this group of small creatures.

Its wide mouth is wide open, and it is frantically pumping water from the weak water channel.

The weak water went upstream, poured into the mouth of the ice dragon, and the temperature on the riverside plummeted, and even the ground was covered with layers of frost.

From time to time, I saw the ice dragon snort, frost and snow gushing from the corners of his mouth, and nine huge snowflakes suddenly bloomed in the air. The snowflakes were crystal clear, the cold light was shining, like six antlers arranged in relative arrays, the edges were unusually sharp, and the mighty ice power completely imprisoned the forest.

Wu Yiji and the others changed color together, and continued to urge the mana to strengthen the light curtain, the red, black, and white glows flowed and tangled, and the body of the three magic weapons soared, supporting the snowflakes above their heads.

The ice dragon drew water too quickly, and the riverbed was suddenly exposed.

Weak water! The water waves are not rising, the feathers are not floating, and it seems to be quiet and gentle, and it is only at this time that its hideous face is revealed.

The bottom of the river is filled with dead branches and leaves and white bones, and the weak water is like a monster with a bloody mouth, but all the creatures that pass through the river are swallowed up, and no one cares about it for hundreds of years and thousands of years.

In the center of the neatly stacked skeletons, a thumb-sized, brilliant bead of unknown material lay quietly.

The beads seemed to be waking up from their slumber, and the bursts of glow emitted were extremely eye-catching.

Wu Yiji and the others were pleasantly surprised, and said in unison: "Luo Yinzhu!"

Han Dai didn't think about it, the sleeves of her shirt waved slightly, and a hideous-looking demonic beast suddenly jumped out of the soaring black mist, and the demonic beast snorted and rushed towards Luo Yinzhu.

The beast was light and agile, and in the blink of an eye, it swooped down in the middle of the river, glaring at the glowing Luo Yinzhu, and opened its mouth to bite with a smug hum.

The demonic beast had no time to delay, and the speed of taking the pearl was extremely fast, but there was another red shadow that was faster, and the strange light on the riverside flashed, and it flew forward like a spiral.

The monster couldn't dodge, crouched on the ground, the muffled sound started, the red and black mangs were scattered, the monster was on all fours, and was knocked into the mud a few feet away, humming and chirping for a long time and couldn't get up.

The mist is dark, and the ape is crying.

Next to the river stood a burly, muscular red-flame ape. The ancient ape's eyebrows and eyes were compact, the arch of the eyebrows was raised, and the sharp fangs and claws were shining with a ghostly light, full of violent aura.

The clenched ape palm couldn't hide the flow of brilliance, and Luo Yinzhu had been snatched from the mouth of the demonic beast by the ancient ape.

Wu Yiji and Han Dai changed color when they saw this, but the ice dragon was about to kill, and the situation was urgent, so they drove the rest of the demon beasts to come forward and fight.

Several demonic beasts danced their claws and spread their teeth to fight around the giant ape, and in the blink of an eye, the sword tree fell to the forest, and the miserable screams of the demonic beasts and the wails of the giant ape came and went.