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The Prison Knife Sutra is the first ancestor of the Ram Family, the Ram Feather's own creation of the Knife Sutra, the peak of heaven and man, the combat power is incomparable, it is the foundation of the Ram family's strength, as long as it is a descendant of the clan, after reaching the realm of the grandmaster, they will transfer and major in this magic skill.

At this time, the five elders of the Ram family jointly cast the Prison Suppression Knife Sutra, and the sword qi was incomparable, and if he changed to any ordinary Yin God Grandmaster, he was afraid that he would be more auspicious and less auspicious, and three or two moves would be torn to pieces by the sword qi.

However, Ling Qiushui was different, under the full force of the explosion, not only could he resist the fierce sword qi of the five people, but even had the power to counterattack, and the rippling Xuan Ice Sword Qi almost turned the entire Qingjing Residence into a world of ice and snow.

Ice Crystal Sword, Xuan Bing Qi Practice, Xuan Ice Sword Technique, although it is not famous at the moment, but in the Middle Zhou Dynasty, it also shined in an era, when the Ice Fairy was a great master martial arts with the psychic divine weapon Ice Crystal Sword, even the heavens did not dare to bully, which shows the magic of this martial art.

At present, Ling Qiushui has changed from the Extreme Yang's Fire Divine Technique to the Xuanbing Qi Cultivation Method, and on the foundation, it is even better than the Ice Fairy back then, the Ice Crystal Divine Sword has been hidden in an isolated ice cave in Dapan Mountain for thousands of years, and the accumulated spiritual energy is endless, and with Ling Qiushui's Xuanbing Sword Technique, it has exerted great power.

The more the five elders of the ram fight, the more frightened they become, what a terrible witch, her cultivation is still low at the moment, but in the realm of the Yin God, if she breaks into the great grandmaster and still holds a divine weapon, she has such a deep hostility towards their ram family, no less than a shocking enemy, and she must be eliminated as soon as possible.

During the battle between several people, Leng Haoran used the cultivation of the innate eighth layer to break through the scattered energy, and came to the center of the battlefield with difficulty, looking at Ling Qiushui, who was besieged by the five elders of the ram, he bit his lip fiercely, and he didn't know that the sweet blood flowed out.

"I hate myself so much, if I am a grandmaster cultivator now, I can fight side by side with her, even if I die in battle, I will die without resentment, I will not be like now, I can only hide incompetently on the side, watching my beloved fall into danger. ”

Leng Haoran had a complicated heart, hated his weakness, worried about Ling Qiushui's situation, and even secretly prayed to God, hoping that a miracle would appear, and Miss Ling could break through the siege and leave unharmed.

Just thinking about it, Leng Haoran's heart suddenly rose with great palpitations, fear, fear, just like facing the thunder between heaven and earth, the turbulent and angry waves in the sea, powerless with despair.

In the sky above the battle between the five elders of the ram in the Lingqiu waters, it suddenly became gloomy, and a wide palm that stretched for several miles poked out from the sky and pressed down towards the battlefield below, five fingers were like five peerless divine knives, and the palm of the hand was like a cage, and the storm of sword qi was brewing in it.

"Ancestor make a move, everyone retreat. ”

An old howl sounded, and the five elders of the ram instantly turned into a Prison God Sword and swam out from the edge of the giant palm, with the same source of true qi, pressing without hurting, but Ling Qiushui in the center was extremely dangerous.

The ice crystal divine sword in his hand erupted layer by layer of cold qi, extending a thousand-meter-high iceberg phantom from the bottom to the top, and slammed into the sword prison made by the giant palm, and the sword qi turned into a storm and swept away in all directions.

Human flesh and blood melted, the eaves of the building hung with arm-thick icicles, the snow-white world was blood-colored, the heaven and earth were silent in an instant, with the entire pure dwelling as the center, radiating for several miles, all of them became a dark dead land.

Leng Haoran's heart was beating wildly, although he was in the ice and snow, between the sword mountains and the prison sea, but the sweat flowed down from his face, condensed into ice beads in mid-air, and fell to the ground in drops.

The innate eighth layer, in the impact storm just now, was really no different from an ant, so to speak, if Ling Qiushui hadn't discovered him and deliberately avoided his location to protect him, he would have become one of the countless bloods just now.

After calming down, Leng Haoran turned his head suddenly, looked at the entire Qingjing Residence, and suddenly thought of his grandfather who was still in the bamboo forest, and his relatives in the manor, what happened to them? Will they have time to escape?

Leng Haoran didn't dare to think about it anymore, he reflexively looked at the stalemate between the top of the iceberg above and the center of the giant palm, his eyes were full of hatred, he was grateful to Ling Qiushui, but he hated the Ram family, the murderer who might have ruined his family.

"Hurry up, I can't resist for long, don't sacrifice in vain. ”

Leng Haoran suddenly heard a cold murmur in his ears, with an indescribable strength in his weakness, it was Ling Qiushui.

At this moment, Leng Haoran didn't have time to see what Ling Qiushui was doing in the center of the battlefield, he just smashed the ground wrapped in ice with his fist, transported the thunder god disease, and turned into lightning and went away.

He is very rational and sober, now that the great master of the Ram Family has made a move, unless there is a miracle, otherwise Ling Qiushui will definitely die even if he has the protection of the psychic divine soldier, he must save himself, work hard to cultivate, for the family, for his grandfather, for his lover, and to take revenge on the Ram family in the future, this will be his wish for the rest of his life to give everything for this, and he will definitely achieve it.

After this moment, Leng Haoran's heart was hard, his temperament changed drastically, and a wisp of luck fell on him from between heaven and earth, making his body faster unconsciously.

Back on the battlefield, Ling Qiushui was dressed in red and bloody, and the ice crystal divine sword that stabbed towards the sky was like a big mountain, draining all the true qi in her body, so to speak, the sword that could resist the blow of the great grandmaster just now was not issued by her, but the divine sword automatic, using the sword to control people.

It is undeniable that the psychic divine weapon is a miracle of this world, a myth, and can do many incredible feats, so at this moment, the ice crystal divine sword automatically protects it, but that's it.

After all, the divine sword is just a utensil, it needs the urging of the master, when it is in the hands of the gods of the world, it is enough to kill the gods and demons, and it is invincible in the world, but in the hands of ordinary people, it is only a sharp long sword.

Ling Qiushui has great potential, so that the Ice Crystal Divine Sword will automatically choose the master, but the potential is not equal to the strength, the Yin God Grandmaster is no different from the three-year-old child than the nine-foot strong man.

Squeak, squeak, the crisp sound echoed between heaven and earth, high in the sky, the giant palm pressed inch by inch, the ice peak broke step by step, the clatter cracking sound turned into a sound wave and spread in Fenglai County, countless people covered their ears and went crazy in pain.

Poof, Ling Qiushui suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood arrow, falling on the crystal ice under his feet, his eyes were gray, and there was almost no hope.

"Is this the end of it? Maybe it's time to go to my father, but I'm not reconciled.

I still want to see Ah Xu for the last time, I want to say a word to him one last time, I want to ......"

There were too many regrets in Ling Qiushui's heart, and in the end, the corners of his mouth smiled bitterly, the iceberg broke, and finally reached the final end.

It's just that at the moment when Ling Qiushi closed his eyes and waited for death, an earth-shattering, hissing and earth-shattering dragon roar sounded, just like the voice when she first saw Huang Fuxu when she was incarnated as Ling Xiaoxiao, unparalleled in the world, domineering, and a descending dragon palm.

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