Sikong Ying's eyes were filled with the cold and ruthless light of a hunting eagle falcon, and his body jumped up like a vigorous cheetah, and his sword pierced Han Huanqing's heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The tip of the Demon Slashing Sword shot out the sword light of Xu Changsen's cold, and as soon as Sikong Ying let go, the long sword shot straight away with a halo of light.

Han Huanqing's body was frozen, but her brain was still very clear, her consciousness was not frozen, and she saw the sword light piercing, which frightened the beauty's pupils to the size of a pintip, and she almost had incontinence.

Han Huanqing could only move her mouth up and down her body, her lips were moving nervously, reciting the movement method, and she moved her body sharply to the side and right.

Han Huanqing's body moved to the right side, and the sword light was controlled by Sikong Ying, and it also shifted in the same direction by about a zhang, almost following closely, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

The sword light stabbed against the side of the beauty's left hand, bringing up a wave of splattered blood.

The sword light did not stab Han Huanqing's arm, but the Gengjin sharp mang that overflowed from the sword body scraped off a ball of flesh and skin on the outside of the arm, and after the flesh and blood were splashed, Bai Sensen's humerus was exposed.

The infantile qi with golden light and black silk soon surged all over her body, although Han Huanqing's body was still as cold as snow, but the muscles, meridians, tendons and joints had recovered their mobility, and the vitality in her body had also returned to normal.

The vitality in the meridians and muscles worked and was converted into heat, and Han Huanqing's body temperature returned to normal almost instantly.

Rubbing his body to dodge the sword that flew back upside down, Han Huanqing glared angrily, and her teeth rattled.

almost lost his life before he had lived enough, and Han Huanqing hated Sikong Ying to the bone at once.

The spiritual sense suddenly lost its perception of the enemy, and Sikong Ying hurriedly recalled the flying sword, and could only take a defensive position to wait for the attack.

Coming back to her senses, Han Huanqing's eyes were full of anger, and under the cover of the flying demon shadow, she attacked Sikong Ying with red eyes.

Han Huanqing found that the remaining seven heart-shaped shields were flying around quite restrictively, and she didn't dare to easily split the shields formed by compressing and condensing these Xuanming heavy water, lest the cold air hit her body and repeat the mistakes of the past.

The golden mang's sharp qi under the python whip will reveal Han Huanqing's position, Sikong Ying immediately stabbed his sword and fought back, and the two monks fought back and forth, extremely fierce and dangerous.

After a short while, both of them walked around the ghost gate a few times, and they were almost taken in by the king of Hades.

Han Huanqing thought that the Xuanming Heavy Water Shield was there, and it was not easy to deal with, so she hurriedly retreated for a hundred zhang, and spread a transparent cold barrier that fluctuated like a fluid around her body, and then connected her fingers, and the seven shields exploded in turn.

The cold qi of the Seven Extreme Realms really escaped the direction of the attack, and the cold barrier arranged in front of Han Huanqing was frozen and crackled, which frightened the beauty's heart and twitched violently.

The seven shields exploded one after another, and Sikong Ying sneered in his heart, thinking that Han Huanqing couldn't stand the cold and would definitely die.

The fluid-like transparent cold barrier was frozen and cracked, and less than five percent of the cold air that overflowed into the barrier was dispersed into the surrounding air.

Han Huanqing was cold, but there was finally no danger.

Frightened by this, Han Huanqing was so angry that her willow eyebrows rose up, and she dodged to avoid the oncoming sword light.

It turned out that Sikong Ying followed the direction of the cold air, grasped the fleeting fighter, and slashed out a sword light with a flick of his hand.

Sikong Ying grasped the fighter quickly, Han Huanqing also had a defense, and the reaction was extremely fast, and the enemy moved her, so she easily dodged.

The sword light was like silver, and it swept past her with a piercing whistling sound of breaking wind.

Han Huan flew back with red eyes, and under the cover of the flying shadow demon, the python whip swept, slashed vertically, and picked diagonally, and the killing moves continued, forcing Sikong Ying to keep retreating, tired of coping.

The sword light collided with the sharp light of the whip shadow, and the sparks that continued to explode at the beginning of the sharp sound of the impact reflected the night sky brightly.

I saw the golden whip shadow sweeping towards his waist and abdomen with a crackling sound of air, and Sikong Ying's body sank down suddenly, and the whip shadow swept over his head.

Sikong Ying felt a hot stinging pain on the top of his head, and at the same time heard a scraping sound, and the sharp Gengjin sharp qi as sharp as a knife slashed across the top of his head, scraping off a large hairy scalp.

Sikong Ying's scalp was slashed off and a piece the size of a palm, and blood oozed from the scalp at the edges, and a white miserable skull was exposed in the middle.

The eye-catching scalp on the top of his head was shaved off, which made him very embarrassed, and Sikong Ying went crazy, even crazier than Han Huanqing.

The battle between the crazy Sikong Ying and the red-eyed Han Huanqing became more and more intense, and Sima Zhao and Luo Feilan in the southwest corner also fought hotly.

Behind Sima Zhao, a white flame appeared, this is the fire element force phase, it is the mother of earth fire, bright white is the harmonious color, in fact, this fire contains red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple seven colors.

A fiery dragon swirled and flew above Sima Zhao's head, reflecting his sturdy and swarthy body.

Luo Feilan's body was wearing a goose-yellow lotus skirt fluttering, the soft sword danced like a sea snake, the cold light followed the sword momentum, and the sword body sometimes spit out to be offensive, and sometimes it was on the defensive.

When attacking, the sword light shrouded Sima Zhao's vital points, and the punctual sword gang blocked his major points.

The Absolute Immortal Gate is the master of swordsmanship, the Absolute Immortal Sword and the Lost Immortal Sword are the two peerless swordsmanship in the world today, Sima Zhao tightly pinched the Immortal Sword Duel, and the sword shadow in his hand flew up, and he was the one to compete with her sword.

The tongue of fire spit out by the fire dragon coiled above Sima Zhao's head approached the door, and Luo Feilan jumped to dodge, but was sweating profusely from the heat wave, and her dress was soaked.

Luo Feilan silently recited the secret of her heart, and a golden Buddha light rushed behind her, a black demonic aura.

What appeared in the Buddha's light was a turtle spirit Zen master with a carapace and a Zen staff, and the phantom light flashed in the demonic energy, and a magic shadow that could not see the real body and seemed to be real and illusory loomed.

This shadow is an illusion of magic.

The looming phantom demon shadow in the demonic aura seemed to be pinching and chanting spells, and the phantom light in the night sky continued to emerge, and all kinds of mirages appeared in the phantom light, as if this small space was a hodgepodge of worlds.

Accompanied by a fluctuating sound from the fantasy world, countless phantom demons with vague shapes and shadows floated out of nowhere, flying back and forth in the air.

When Sima Zhao saw so many illusions flying, he immediately felt dizzy, so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, and countless illusions were already flying around chaotically in the perception of spiritual sense.

The illusion of demons dancing and the magic sounds entered his brain, and the dizziness of Sima Zhao's mind was not alleviated, and many bizarre hallucinations were produced.

"Mother, you want to hug. ”

A barefoot boy ran through the mud and threw himself into the arms of a middle-aged peasant woman who looked six or seven points in a patched homespun short.

Sima Zhao's eyes were moist, and the child in the vision was himself, and the middle-aged peasant woman was his mother.

The mother's voice and smile are fixed in this picture, and he has never seen his mother after he has grown old.

Because later the robbers entered the village, the mother, who knew a little bit of kung fu, ordered his dumb hole and moving hole, and threw him into a large black urn made of pottery to hide.

Sima Zhao couldn't move or make a sound in the big urn, and he heard the sound of clay pots and porcelain bowls breaking outside, as well as many scolding, scolding, and beating.

Sima Zhao heard his mother shouting no, and there was the sound of the cloth cracking, and the obscene laughter of several men......

At that time, Sima Zhao was only five years old, and now his memory is very vague.

After an hour and a half, the sealed acupuncture points are automatically untied.

After a long while, his hands and feet were no longer numb, and Sima Zhao crawled out of the big urn.

The scene he saw later became a nightmare in Sima Zhao's life, the hall was in disarray, and his mother was lying naked in a pool of blood......

Sima Zhao cried wildly, his mother was dead, he was raped and killed, and there were many cruel knife wounds on his body.

When Sima Zhao grew up, he recalled that his mother didn't make any noise when he was killed, and he didn't howl loudly when he was brutally killed, just for fear of scaring him.

"Scoundrel, I'm going to kill you. ”

Sima Zhao really fell into the illusion, roaring wildly, his eyes red and fighting with a few non-existent bearded men in front of him.

At the moment of the great enemy, the cerebral cortex is swayed by illusions, and Sima Zhao is like a blind horse in front of the cliff, extremely dangerous.