The Red River was agitated, separated from the Canglang River, swept away with powerful vitality, and slapped towards thousands of thunders. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Boom bang.

The thunder exploded in mid-air, rising blackened clouds of smoke, and the vast ancient water of the Red River was also torn apart, turning into tiny raindrops and falling down.

The most terrifying fluctuations of vitality radiate like ripples in all directions.

"Damn, why is there another demon!"

His Holiness Yang Yongxin also made this powerful vitality shake a little unbearable, and he kept staggering back a few steps, and his messy curls were scattered in front of him, making him look a little embarrassed when he looked at the mountains.

"It's the Demon King. Ying Dongliu looked up at the Red River sweeping in the air, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, his eyes flashed a little strange, and he said in a deep voice: "It's a little strange, the demon aura is not very strong, at least it's not a monster at the level of the Great Demon King, but why does it give me such a weird feeling." ”

"Damn, it's not that the demon king is still so arrogant, look at me splitting this weird Red River!"

Yang Yongxin was furious, the wind and thunder hammer in his hand smashed down, the sky thunder fell, and the roaring thunder directly smashed through half of the river.

"Why do you feel that the demonic aura is getting stronger and stronger?" Ying Dongliu looked at the red river that had been shattered, as if he remembered something, and suddenly woke up: "No, Yang Yongxin don't smash it, you stop quickly!"

Yang Yongxin turned a deaf ear, he was knocking on the rise, half of the Red River had already been smashed, and seeing that the spiritual veins of the Canglang River were about to arrive, how could he give up halfway.

"Idiot!" Ying Dongliu cursed secretly, but now he couldn't hesitate, just as Yang Yongxin thought, the spiritual veins of the Canglang River could be cut off immediately, and they must not be planted on this red river.

"The Great Demon of the Red River, the Great River State, the Canglang River, no matter what connection you have, you must die here today. His eyes narrowed slightly, the cherry blossom knife in his hand quietly flowed, and the fine cherry blossoms lingered in this dark blue ancient sword, without the slightest hesitation, the powerful vitality wrapped in Ling Ran's sword intent, turning into a slender and bright line in mid-air.

Piercing the Red River, the meaning of sharp cutting, unstoppable.

"Lord Dongliu, it's good!" Yang Yongxin's eyes showed excitement, the red river was directly shattered under this thin line, and the demonic qi would not collapse, and he saw that it was falling here, but the next moment his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of shock: "Impossible!"

The Red River collapsed, and there was no imaginary corpse lying here, but it rushed out of the white-clothed figure, holding an ancient sword, and stabbed directly in the cold moonlight.

This sword came quickly and powerfully, wrapped in an awe-inspiring sword intent that made people feel fearful, and in a hurry, people couldn't react at all.

"Lord Dongliu, save me!"

Yang Yongxin was shocked, the Thunderbolt King is good at Dao Immortal Thunder, and he often blasts others to the point where he is difficult to parry, but if he encounters a kendo master who is good at close combat, it is difficult to summon thunder in a hurry, and he can only flee for his life!

"Hmph, what a crap!"

Ying Dongliu frowned slightly, for this thunder and lightning king Yang Yongxin, he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, the prince who had not experienced a long time of achievement, whether it was his mood or will, was already extremely bad. Only the real princes, the mountains and rivers are not broken, and they have really experienced the great amplification of the waves.

Halfway home, the opportunity to achieve the king's realm, Yang Yongxin is a complete nouveau riche!

But for this idiot Yang Yongxin, who is valued by the king of Chu, he can't ignore it, and while secretly gritting his teeth, the cherry blossom knife in his hand raised the sword momentum in an instant.

Ying Dongliu's whole person seems to have turned into several afterimages.

The cherry blossoms fell from the sky, and three ink-colored figures held cherry blossom knives, cutting out several slender and sharp lines, crisscrossing towards the man in white.

"Pool...... Ikezakura swordsmanship?"

Yang Yongxin looked at the three afterimages that suddenly appeared in Ying Dongliu, his eyes were slightly surprised, but then he was relieved.

Wu Yue Sword Pond has a sword washing pool, the pool water is clear and cold, it is the cold water in the depths of the earth's veins, often quenching the ancient sword can be more sharp and full of toughness, every early summer, the cherry blossoms by the pool are in full bloom, there will be many disciples who come to wash the sword.

Legend has it that an ancestor of Wu Yue Sword Pool, when washing the sword by the pool, happened to see the cherry blossoms falling into the water, reflecting the afterimage blurred and full of Tao rhyme, blessed to the soul, comprehending the most elegant Chi Ying swordsmanship of Wu Yue Sword Pool.

The afterimage is like a flower, both real and false, making it difficult to distinguish between them.

Although Yang Yongxin has not been a prince for a long time, he understands the strength of the most elegant and dreamy swordsmanship in the world in front of him, not in the swordsmanship, but in the truth and falsehood, it seems that all are fake, but it is all true.

Turning the three Qings together is the most transcendent method of Taoism, and it can even divide the dantian Linghai into three, although the Chi Ying sword technique has not reached this realm, but its real strength is that it can conjure up seven afterimages, and at the same time use the sword momentum to attack the enemy.

To put it simply, in the face of Chi Sakura's swordsmanship, it is necessary to be prepared to fight against seven with one.

However, no matter how talented and transcendent the shadow is, it is only to conjure up three afterimages, and the real seven afterimages may not be able to reach even the eight realms.

"Three rays are enough, with the strength of the shadow Dongliu's swordsmanship, three afterimages are enough to kill this demon!" The Dharma King Yang Yongxin was no longer on the run, standing there confidently, the wind and thunder hammer in his hand was flowing with vast vitality, communicating with the heavenly thunder again, and wanted to gather momentum to turn around and split him with two thunderstorms.

"What's going on?"

But he found something in the next moment, looked up at the man chasing with a sword, and was suddenly shocked in his heart, and said: "It's not good, Ying Dongliu, we have been tricked, this is not the body of the monster!"

"What did you say?"

Ying Dongliu was shocked, but it was a pity that the three remnants of the Sakura Sword holding the sword could no longer retract their sword momentum, and they had already been completely cut down.

The three afterimages were one, and the powerful sword momentum blessed directly cut off the man in front of him.

Crash.

The white clothes drifted away, directly turning into a pool of blood-colored river water, flowing down from front of him.

"No, no, no!"

"Something must have gone wrong, something must be wrong!"

For some reason, the sword momentum fell, and Ying Dongliu felt an unprecedented crisis in his heart, and cold sweat also appeared on his forehead.

"I see!"

Ying Dongliu suddenly woke up, but unfortunately it was too late, a bland sword momentum, but it contained the meaning of life and death of the Great Dao to Jane, directly across the night sky, piercing through the chest where the three afterimages had been one.

Blood, dripping down.

He looked down at the blade of the sword on his chest, his eyes were full of disbelief, how many years had he not been hurt like this, how many years had not there had been such a crisis, how many years had not shed blood.

"Do you think you're going to kill me?"

Ying Dongliu said softly, and at some point, his voice became a little thin woman's voice, but it was full of cold killing intent.

"Your biggest failure is to play tricks in front of me!" (To be continued.) )