"So fast," Tang Mingzhe was dazzled, and involuntarily spit out two words in his mouth. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although he saw that Yingchen was swallowed in, he didn't have much worry. You must know that both of them were able to escape from the grave of ten thousand corpses, and they did not die in the face of the pursuit of the six awakened powerhouses.

Now the scene, although it is dangerous, it has not yet reached the level of death.

And the beautiful sister around her is also deeply hidden, so why be afraid?

......

"Little curly, you are next," Gao Hu looked at Tang Mingzhe coldly, his eyes were cold, he was a very grudgeful person.

When he was humiliated by Yingchen in every way before, the other party didn't laugh less. Although he never said it, it didn't mean that he didn't hear it.

"You... What do you want to do," Tang Mingzhe is an ordinary person after all, an ordinary person who has no cultivation.

Although he has experienced life and death, most of them have been dissolved by Yingchen, even the previous time in the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb, he was confused by the power in his body.

In essence, he did not kill anyone.

Now in the face of Gao Hu's murderous words, how can he face it calmly.

Tang Mingzhe took a step back and hid behind Qingyue, his heart beating loudly.

In the past, when he encountered accidents, he was sheltered by Yingchen, and now the other party has no time to take care of it, so that his mentality of dependence has been blank.

Gao Hu took the silver sword of the woman in the white dress, sneered, and swung it at Tang Mingzhe, but was grabbed by Qingyue's wrist and stopped.

"Yo, you're not a little daring. Gao Hu looked at Qingyue, his eyes lit up, and continued: "Seeing that you are a rare stunner, this young master will be at your will. But if you dare to stop it again, Young Master Ben will sell you to the Qinglou. ”

Gao Hu said with a smile, the first time he smelled Qingyue's body fragrance at close range, it was unusually comfortable, as if he had an endless aftertaste. He looked at the other party's beautiful smoke covered by black veil, and couldn't help but stretch out his right hand with a broken index finger to uncover it and take a closer look.

"Get out of here," Qingyue looked at him coldly, snorted softly, and with a wave of his hand, he pushed Gao Hu's poo back and fell to the ground with a butt.

"Ahh Crying dad and shouting mother, kicking his feet and inhaling cool air.

......

At the same time.

In the belly of that wolf soul.

Ying Chen was frightened, and immediately entered a killing state, covered in blood, thunder and light, and his momentum was rising.

This was the first time he had faced the attack of a monk in the early stage of the Four Awakenings, and the pressure was not insignificant.

He could clearly feel the horror of this life-devouring power, and his own breath was being absorbed by the huge wolf soul one by one, as if it was going to refine him alive.

In the outside world, the sword slave flew out with a bang, and he did not have the slightest carelessness and laxity because Yingchen was swallowed by his own wolf soul.

With a hook of his fingers, the ten-pound black sword returned to his hand, and he took a step, his lips spit out the third sentence after returning: "The third breath!"

Before the words fell, the figure passed by like a flying eagle, his eyes were shining, and he held the sword in his right hand, and the sword body was cold and cold.

There was wind outside, and there was a bloody breath.

In just a moment, he approached the wolf soul and stabbed the black sword in his hand violently, the sword was like ice and blood, and a huge black light erupted, directly penetrating the equally huge bloodthirsty wolf soul.

The black light, as deep as the abyss, like the black oppressive sky, shrouded overhead, a haze.

The cold wind was biting, stirring the surrounding houses, treetops, flowers and plants. Chickens and dogs jump, children cry.

All of a sudden, they all chose silence, without the slightest sound, from the noise to a dead silence.

Whew!

With a roar of sword light, the sword slave's sword hit Ying Chen's left shoulder, and blood gushed like a spring, constantly emerging and flowing.

The pain, like an innumerable stream of rain, fell on his body, filling his whole body, and no one was spared.

"You are strong...... Ying Chen's eyes contracted sharply, his face suddenly became rosy, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

He looked at the wolf soul that was torn apart by the other party's sword light, and the sword slave's indifferent and ruthless look, instead of being angry, he laughed.

He laughed, and finally met an opponent of equal strength, although there were few moves, but the moves were deadly. There are not many words, but no words are better than words.

Between the breaths, it was hearty.

He didn't understand before, how could there be a sword wound on the other party's wolf soul, but now look at it. It's a ruthless attitude towards himself.

An obsession that wants to kill and hurt oneself first.

Yingchen has killed countless people, but he has never seen such a single-minded opponent as the other party.

Regard the sword as your own, and regard the war as life.

Man is like a sword hiding in the front, his body is like a spear flying in the sky, he is not moving like a mountain, and he is moving like a thunderbolt.

Once you make a move, you will never give your opponent the slightest respite, and every move seems to have been deduced countless times in the bottom of your heart, reaching the realm of natural and seamless.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have panicked and confused his mind under this passivity. It's a pity that he met Ying Chen, a teenager who has experienced countless lives and deaths.

However, there will be a time when everything will be lonely.

Ying Chen raised his right hand and slapped it on the black sword of the sword slave, his eyes were like torches, and from his bloodless mouth, he spit out a sentence: "Lei Fa, break the void!"

One sentence and four words, the thunder scattered, and with a bang, the thunder was like a tide, like a storm, and it hit the sword slave's body in an instant.

Boom!

The soft armor worn by the sword slave exploded in an instant, and the skin and flesh opened. The seven-foot heavy sword also cracked out one after another, and the huge wolf soul let out a long roar and immediately disintegrated.

The sword slave's right hand, flesh and blood flew sideways, completely exploded, and the violent lightning strike distorted the void, causing him to fly backwards and sweep away.

Blood flowers are like smoke, and minced flesh is like dust. When the wind blows, it is a bloody rain.

In the pain, Ying Chen pulled out the black sword that pierced his left shoulder, watched the sword slave smash into the drunken dream building, and landed beside the tall tiger, so he caught up with him in one step.

He turned out the soul blade, and without giving the other party room to fight back, he directly swung several swords and smashed the opponent's soul.

Faced with the shattering of the soul and the advent of death, the sword slave didn't scream before he died, not a word, just gritted his teeth fiercely.

This scene couldn't help but surprise Ying Chen, and said lightly: "You are a respectable opponent, but it's a pity that our positions are different." ”

After he finished speaking, he seemed to hear the laughter of the sword slave, a hoarse laughter, echoing in his ears with unspeakable bitterness.

Before the laughter was over, he died.

Yingchen did not have half a wave on his face about this.

Respect to respect, life and death to life and death, kill to kill!