"Resist it for me!" Crazy, seeing that he could no longer get rid of Chu Mo's shackles, Yan Tuling's face was full of crazy looks, and the spiritual power in his body erupted wildly around his body, forming a cyan curtain that only protected him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The green bamboo spirit in his hand that had reached the upper level of the spiritual product floated above his head, and an unprecedented blue light spiritual cloud erupted above his head, under this piece of green curtain and spiritual cloud!

This is not the end, Yan Tuling's raised hand kept pointing straight in the void, and every time it clicked, a terrifying spiritual light brought by the light submerged into the void, adding a few prohibitions to the body that was originally protected by two layers of prohibitions.

Hideous, the madness on Yan Tuling's face reached an unprecedented unbearable and hideous at this moment, as if it was like a gambler's last fight, looking so helpless and desperate, but full of expectation!

It was still so cold and murderous, as if there was no trace of worry because of Yan Tuling's last fight, and the sword rain that was heading towards Yan Tuling became more and more terrifying, and the sword full of anger and murderous aura was accompanied by death in addition to killing intent!

"It's not enough, it's not enough, it's not enough, hurry me up!" Feeling the terrifying murderous sword intent brought up by that terrifying sword rain, as well as the strength of his own spiritual prohibition, Yan Tu Ling roared violently, and with this roar, a stream of blood suddenly erupted and sprayed towards the green curtain that was hanging down to protect him, making the already rich blue light a little stronger.

This is already his pinnacle defense, but even if he has burned his essence blood, Yan Tuling's face does not have the slightest lightheart, looking at the sword rain that is close at hand, a touch of despair flashes on his face, he knows that with this defense, he can't resist the ravages of the sword rain at all!

Despair. Fear, helplessness, remorse, countless emotions constantly flashed on Yan Tuling's hideous and terrifying face, and in the depths of his eyes, a touch of blue light of sword rain was constantly magnifying.

He knows. It was the last glimmer of green before death came.

"Damn, don't stop yet!" Suddenly, at the moment when the sword rain was about to tear apart that Yan Tu Ling, a burst of thunderous anger came from the shore of the North Sea.

This fury was mixed with an incomparably terrifying momentum and a sense of oppression, this momentum was several times stronger than that Yan Tu Ling, and even stronger than that Chu Mo, at the moment when this fury came, the terrifying sword rain that was about to tear apart that Yan Tu Ling seemed to be restrained by something, although it did not stop. But it's slow!

Yan Tu Ling, whose face was originally full of despair and terror, suddenly heard this burst of anger, and a strong excitement suddenly appeared on his face, his eyes were full of joy for the rest of his life, looking at the person who was sweeping in this direction, he couldn't help but shout anxiously at this moment: "Sect master, save me!"

The person who came was the painting of Tianyalou Fengzi!

Originally, the suave and elegant Fengzihua face was full of gloomy and murderous aura, and he did not return to the land of the Tianyalou Sect, but stationed in the nearest city on the shore of the North Sea.

He's waiting. Waiting for the return of his only son, Fengxu Cliff!

But he never imagined that at the moment when he had just landed on the shore of the North Sea. I actually saw this scene.

Although he knew that the strength of the people returning from this land of the North Sea would inevitably skyrocket, Fengzihua never thought that this Chu Mo not only did not die, but also broke through to the realm of Jindan!

He didn't know what kind of enmity this Chu Mo had with his Tianya Lou Yan, but at this moment, when he saw that this Chu Mo was about to kill Elder Jin Dan of his own sect as soon as he returned from that Penglai Island. At this moment, his face finally became extremely gloomy!

The ten-fold Fengzi painting of the foundation is indeed terrifying, although the person is still miles away, but the terrifying coercion seems to completely imprison himself.

However, this is just a seem, not to mention that he is not completely imprisoned. Even if he was really imprisoned, Chu Mo at this moment would definitely not be able to let go of this Yan Tuling!

"It's too late to save you!" Listening to Yan Tuling's plea for help, looking at the grief of the rest of his life floating on his face, a cold glint suddenly flashed in Chu Mo's eyes!

At the moment when this cold glow exploded from his eyes, Chu Mo, who was originally extremely cold on his face, suddenly flashed a flush, and a trace of scarlet suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, an explosive force that was even more terrifying than the beginning suddenly erupted from this sword rain, and under this terrifying explosive force, the sword rain that was originally imprisoned instantly broke free from the shackles of the wind painting!

"No!"

Yan Tuling's face was full of joy, and the gloating gloating suddenly froze at this moment, and a look of disbelief and despair flashed in his eyes.

Blood, countless sword rain in this unwilling desperate scream blasted through Yan Tuling's body, causing countless blood rains to fall in this void.

Scarlet, but it looks so charming!

"Elder Yan!" At this moment, not only that Yan Tu Ling, but even the Fengzi painting that was originally swept towards Chu Mo also let out a violent sound, and the entire body directly stopped in this void.

It's so close, it's only less than a mile away! But in such a short distance, he can't save this Yan Tuling!

When Yan Tu Ling's entire body was torn apart by the countless sword intent in that void and turned into a rain of blood and sprinkled into the void, Fengzi's originally gloomy face was filled with a terrifying murderous aura.

"Chu Mo, killing the elders of my sect in front of me, you are too rampant, you may not be too ignorant of my Tianyalou!" Furious, with a vast terrifying murderous aura, looking at Chu Mo's eyes, at this moment, the murderous aura in Fengzihua's eyes had reached an unprecedented horror.

He's going to kill this Chu Mo!

This is the last chance he gives him an explanation! Either way, he must die!

The three-foot-three-finger rust Shangqing Sword was extremely scarlet, and the blood slowly flowed down the sword body, falling low on the earth.

Chu Mo didn't move, still maintaining his sword movement, but his face, which should have been relieved by killing Yan Tu Ling, became more and more cold.

The majestic and terrifying coercion of Fengzi's painting did not seem to be pressing on Chu Mo's body, but on a Shura body full of cold and murderous aura.

He turned around slowly, raised his eyes slightly, and stared coldly at Fengzi with those scarlet but cold murderous eyes: "Rampant?

Chu Mo didn't know that this Fengzi painting was a Buddha who knew that he had killed his son Fengxu Cliff, but this moment was no longer important.

At this moment, he just wants to kill people, just because he is a demon and a Shura, and only by fighting can he vent the terrifying killing intent in his heart. (To be continued.) )