Li Shuishan flew in at this moment, and these four words kept echoing in the air, making his heart itch, and he scolded fiercely: "You spirit, see if I don't kill you." ”

Blowing Narcissus's body shook, scared to pee, lay down in front of Gong Qingran's feet, and cried: "Mistress, you want to save me, the master is not willing to let me tell others about this, I risk my life to tell you, for fear that you will suffer in this regard." ”

Gong Qingran covered his mouth and smiled, "Okay, I'll protect you." ”

When a fierce sword qi came, Gong Qingran raised his hand and the light sword was out of the body, crushing the sword qi in the air, looking at Li Shuishan above and said: "I have protected this person, I think such a slave is still quite good, even if you have a grudge against him, it will be written off at this time." ”

Li Shuishan landed on his feet and said, "Why? This is my slave." ”

Gong Qingran said solemnly: "I didn't say anything when she called me hostess, what do you want to do as a man?"

Li Shuishan gritted his teeth and looked at the daffodils and sat on the ground.

The sea of blood in the distance was boiling, like a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

A shirtless old man jumped out of the sea of blood, shouted in his mouth, and held a white mushroom in his hand and gently stuffed it in his mouth to chew, and several more people came out from behind, calling out one after another: "Xiaoyou, come down and play." ”

Li Shuishan glanced at it a few times, there must be some traps in this, it is better to be careful.

Who knows, before he could turn his senses, Blowing Narcissus jumped down with his buttocks, and with an oops, he hit a rock, his ass was smashed and swollen, and he went down crookedly to see if there was anything interesting.

A cry of fear came, "Master, master, save me." ”

Li Shuishan stood in place, not moved, Gong Qing was moved, he drew his sword and smashed a water mark, and when he came up into it, the clothes that blew narcissus were scorched, and his fluffy hair was covered with foul-smelling mucus.

"There's a huge octopus in the ground, and he's eaten a lot of people, and that person was just thrown up by him to attract people. ”

Gong Qingran glanced at Li Shuishan and said angrily: "Why are you so careful?

It's not that Li Shuishan didn't save him, but what he said was still hard to forget, and he could deliberately say something like Longyang's fetish, it seems that he must be given a little warning and punishment, otherwise it will be like shooting at the old and young in five scenes without morality and conscience.

"Let's go. Li Shuishan said lightly.

Flying above the sea of blood, many palms poked out, looking for a substitute ghost, blowing narcissus didn't dare to talk nonsense, and cowered and hid behind Gong Qingran.

In the distance, there was a green hill, a huge tornado blowing, and scattered bones smashed into a sea of blood, and a great battle was going on there.

This battle attracted many monks, although they were dressed in tatters and skinny, but their bodies had an indescribable momentum, and there was a middle-aged man with a wooden gun in his hand standing on the green hill, his eyes fell, and a wave of momentum rose up.

A giant sword flew in the distance, this sword was different from the sword they were inhaled into, with an extra layer of thick demonic energy, and dozens of monks flew down from above, all of them holding a sword in their hands, gritting their teeth at the man on the mountain and said: "Feimang, we are not willing to go to war with you, but only life and death can solve this matter, then we have nothing else."

Selected. ”

The man holding the wooden spear stepped out, the momentum was magnificent, like a god of war, the monk in the distance rushed to kill, the sword qi was flying, like a heavy rain in the sky, the monks watching the battle hurriedly fled into the distance for fear of being killed by a sword, even so, the scope of this wave has extended to dozens of miles, and the monk who was too close just now was cut in half like a watermelon.

The man roared, as if sending out a battle intent from ancient times, the spear swept, rolling up dozens of feet of murderous aura, his footsteps moved, and the monks on the opposite side took a step back, and the sea of murderous aura exploded The sword in their hands seemed to be restrained, and it shattered in an instant.

There were more monks flying down from the giant sword, and there were many existences with relatively strong cultivation momentum, and some pinched a kill on their chests, pushing it to the sky above their heads, and the man with a wooden spear in the distance said loudly: "Even if you come with thousands of troops, I won't take a step back." ”

The white sky where the sword light and magic were fused together began to rotate rapidly, and the ninth layer did not have a lot of aura, but it was full of endless murderous aura and blood, those monks were swept to the ground again by a shot, some of their heads were directly knocked off, and some of their bodies were scattered with internal organs, and the monks who watched hid farther, looking at the blood rain in the sky, trembling slightly.

This is a murderous maniac, and this is a strong man who cannot be measured in words.

But today, he will die here, as fate dictiated.

The giant sword was slammed down, and an old man with vicissitudes of life appeared, his eyebrows were raised, and he said loudly to him: "Today, I will use your blood to sacrifice my dead sect disciples, I will use your soul to be steamed in the hellfire, I want you to suffer forever, forever and ever!"

I don't know what kind of hatred Lao Zhi has with him, the moment he speaks, accompanied by the thunder of the rumbling sky, countless thunderbolts descend into the world, smash down to the earth, the ground begins to crack, and countless souls begin to wail.

The man was holding a wooden gun, there were tears in his eyes, he looked at the dead cultivator at the foot of the mountain, which one was not his brother, the monk who accompanied him here, once discussed with him, told him about the affairs of the heavens, patted his chest more trustingly and said: All over the world, I will protect you, whoever wants to kill you will step on my corpse first.

This time, they knelt on the ground, faced this green mountain, and said a word, and the green mountain was still there.

They were all dead, and they said loudly at the last moment, go, go, don't die here.

The man let out a wail, his heart trembled, as if he saw life and death, and saw the shadow of his brother appear in the gap in the distance, they did not go far, but waited for his arrival.

The spear in his hand shook fiercely, making the air crackle, and the thunder fell at this moment, and the man rushed forward, the spear in his hand stabbed forward, aiming at the old man who officially ordered Shi Lei, he wanted to kill the man who made him lose all his brothers.

He's the culprit!

"I'm Feimang, and I'm sorry for your brothers who died in battle today. ”

"I have been taken care of by you all my life, and the ninth layer of this mountain and sea is the place where we die together. ”

The momentum of his spear's explosion, in the face of the old man, was lightly touched by a finger, and all the power of this gun rushed out in an instant.

The strength of the man's whole body was used in this blow, and the sea of blood in the distance was directly pierced

A hundred miles long, countless voices are wailing, they are really unwilling, they don't want to continue struggling here, they want to die, they want to be wiped out.

The old man lightly raised a finger and said lightly: "I am a peak monk of the Dao Transformation Realm, buried alone, and now I am sent to hell." ”

The power contained in his finger directly caused the boiling of the sea of blood behind him, rushed to the position of a hundred feet in the air, and refused to fall, and countless monks who watched the battle were suppressed by this breath and spurted blood, and fled back frantically, their faces were frightened, as if they saw a scene that they could never forget in this life, and they felt a dangerous aura, as if they could wipe them out in place.

Li Shuishan's heart beat faster, and the sense of crisis exploded to the extreme, Gong Qingran stepped back and said loudly: "This person is a burial orphan." ”

"Cultivation is too strong!" was his first feeling.

In the frantic retreat, the old man's finger pointed at the man's eyebrows, and in an instant, the man's body disappeared, and the spear that had accompanied him in the battle for more than a hundred years also fell to the ground, piercing on the corpse that formed a mountain.

The power of this finger rushed outside, directly crushing the weak monk.

When Li Shuishan fled backwards, he was also impacted, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the rope on Gong Qingran's wrist suddenly tightened, causing a huge film to appear in front of him, blocking the attack.

The Huawei imprint that blew Narcissus without saying a word returned to Li Shuishan's arm.

The old plain eyes scanned the audience, slapped the giant sword, and turned to leave.

The majesty of the strong broke out to the extreme at this moment, this is the strong, the unrivaled strong.

"Bury the orphan, bury the orphan....." Li Shuishan kept reading in his mouth, quickly adjusted his state, and many monks in the distance were affected, and then went to snatch the spear.

They struck in the process of snatching, the flames were everywhere, the swords exploded in the air, their ugly faces were all displayed at this moment, and the first monk to get the spear laughed wildly, and then he was beheaded by a sword, and rolled to the ground, and another litter of monks flew away, and when the sword was no longer working, they fought hand-to-hand with their hands, just for the gun.

Another monk got the spear and laughed, "My Maple Blue Cang can finally cross the ninth layer." ”

Li Shuishan looked at a kind of person, passed by quietly, this place belonged to the ninth layer, and felt a strong danger, and the entire rhythm of killing was brought up, making him feel like he was caught in a whirlpool and couldn't pull it out.

Gong Qingran changed his skin and turned into the Great Elder of the Qinghe Sect, and coughed lightly: "That Great Elder was indeed killed by me, but I am not the wicked person who did their own hands, don't think about it." ”

The two of them walked forward close to the side of their battle, and Li Shuishan didn't know what happened to the dry cicada Daoren, the fat sea, the rotten bamboo, and the silver armor god of death, and where they were now.

There is a red glow rising in the distance, extremely bewitching, the competition for the monks in the rear has reached a climax, countless killing moves have been released, each is not satisfied, at this time there is a red light shooting, like a big peng impact, bang, the monks gathered together were smashed open.

A white-faced, white-shirted man stepped in, with a fist-sized red eyeball on top of his head, spinning and attacking as he stood.

The man smiled evilly, "If you are willing to kill, don't leave any of you." ”