readx;? The magic knife purple scourge turned nine times in a row, nine turns are endless, and when the purple river car made a move, it had already cast the fourth form of the alien magic knife, and there was no stiffness in nine deaths!

Previously, in Tiger Leaping Terrace, Luohe, Cun, and Blood Skeleton joined forces to force Zihe Che to use the fourth form of the magic knife. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info now Zihe Che is this trick as soon as he makes a move, which is enough to prove how much he attaches importance to Luohe's knife.

The knife strength turns nine times, and the purple-black knife qi is endless, and the cycle is endless. The sword carrying the power of heaven was easily stopped by the Zihe car, and it was impossible to make any more inch!

In fact, it is not that the sixth layer of the magic knife deduced by Luo He is inferior to the fourth form of the magic knife of Zihe Che, but that the foundation of the two is really far apart. Although Luohe has infinite killing intent, blood heart solidification, reversal of magic skills, and the power of heaven, he can't easily defeat Zihe Che.

"Oh?" "Oh?" Busy and busy, Zihe Che's eyes inadvertently glanced at the direction where Luohe was, and couldn't help but find it interesting, and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay! Since you can go further, let's see what your limit is!"

In the bottom of his heart, Zihe Che couldn't help but feel a trace of pity. How much is Luohe like today's self back then? For the sake of greater strength, at all costs, we must achieve our own goals!

Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain all night, and did not stop because he made an unprecedented knife, but swayed up and down, left and right in an extremely mysterious way.

The reflection of the battle between Ding Peng, a generation of sword gods, and the sages and gentlemen of Tibetan Sword Villa, played back in Luo He's mind. At this time, Luohe did not have more time to comprehend and absorb the essence of it. Because, the irascible killing intent has completely filled his consciousness, and only killing can dissolve all the anger!

In the middle of the air, the phantom of the eight hexagram horns faintly rose, on which were respectively presented the eight hexagram orders of Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gen, Shan, and Dui! The hexagram horns were flying and rotating in the air, and the various attributes of heaven, earth, water, fire, thunder, mountain, wind, and Ze that the eight hexagram horns meant were also rolling, destroying, and filling all kinds of corners at the same time. However, the living pass away, the deceased live, and the hexagram that leads to death and is full of death has the power of endless life and never stopping!

"Hexagram Order, away from the world, endless chaos!"

The seventh layer of the magic knife's sword intent completely exploded!

The huge and pitch-black sword is still in the purple river car, and the fight is inseparable. Eight distinct natural attributes have turned into eight giant dragons, striking the enemy at the same time from all angles. Ren is Zihe Che has three heads and six arms, and he can't attack so many times at the same time.

No one could have imagined that in the face of such a powerful offensive, Zihe Che seemed to have given up resistance, and even withdrew his previous sword moves, allowing the sword and the eight dragons to hit his body at the same time.

The sound of the air tearing and the crackling explosion sounded at the same time, and it lasted for a long time.

The place where Zihe Che stood had long been replaced by a cloud of confused smoke, and he couldn't even see the slightest figure clearly. Could it be that Zihe Che, the patriarch of a peerless giant alien race, was actually buried under the sword intent of Luohe's two moves?

"Okay! Okay! If you go back to more than 20 years ago, I'm afraid that if you join forces with Hengyi and Nangong Wen, you may really want the life of this seat! But unfortunately, now you are only one person, and this seat is also not what it used to be, it is better than before!"

The smoke cleared, revealing a faint figure.

At this point, the big black cloak that shrouded Ziheche's body had been shattered by about half, and the close-fitting armor on his body had collapsed in several places. A trace of blood could be faintly seen at the corner of his mouth, but Zihe Che's voice was still full of energy, and even revealed incomparable joy.

Under the strongest state, Luo He's two consecutive magic knife intents are probably impossible for even the Grand Duke and others, and there is even the possibility of dying on the spot. And Zihe Che seems to have nothing to do, except for a slight lack of image, there are no fatal injuries at all!

Ziheche, the patriarch of the alien race, is so terrifying that it is not comparable to manpower at all!

"Luohe of the Blood Knife Villa, you are indeed a talent, no, even a genius can't describe you. Compared to you, Nalan Sheng, in addition to being more profound, is too much worse than you. It's a pity that you are a Zhongyuan person, and you have always been the enemy of this seat! This seat will never make a move to raise a tiger for trouble!"

After that, Purple Calamity was raised high by Zihe Che's hands, and the infinite clouds were absorbed, constantly condensing on the huge blade. Ziheche's expression revealed a little unbearable and sad.

"If you want to blame, blame Zi Lingfeng, the previous emperor of your Tianyuan Dynasty!"

This soft mutter, like a whisper from himself and himself, no one could hear it except Ziheche himself.

Zihe Che didn't give Luohe any more chance, and the eighth form of the alien magic knife, lonely and helpless, had already announced his shot.

No one knew that the invincible Zihe body would have such a sad mood. All the negative emotions such as desolation, pain, and grief seemed to be frozen in his body at the same time, and in an instant, even the heavens and the earth were moved by it, and the heavens wept for it!

Obviously, the surrounding clouds had been absorbed, but it began to rain. It never stopped.

The purple-black magic knife fell head-on.

Without Luo He's control, the sword rose into the sky to meet the enemy as if it knew disaster was coming. The Sword of Broken Love and Righteousness flickered with a long-lost golden light, and the pitch-black Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight and stopped on the road of the purple calamity.

"Ding!" There was a loud bang, and the Sword of Broken Righteousness seemed to be unable to support it anymore, and burst outward. After three breaths, Xiaolou, who was not controlled by Luohe, could not continue to listen to the spring rain overnight, and flew back weakly, hovering beside Luohe in a languishing manner.

The sword light fell from the sky, and the blade had not even touched Luo He's body, and a mouthful of blood had already spurted out of his mouth, wetting his clothes.

A little blood stain accidentally penetrated the knife light of Zihe Che and splashed on his face.

Two inexplicable rays of light burst out from Zihe Che's eyes, and he tried to retract the knife, but although it was not too late, the fierce eighth-type magic knife still caused irreparable damage to Luohe.

Purple Calamity stopped less than half an inch from Luohe.

But the sword qi has already penetrated the body, completely destroying the balance between the killing intent and the Buddha nature in Luo He's body!

Even if at the moment, the consciousness dominated by killing intent has the upper hand, but it is only for a while. Looking at the essence, there is little difference between the two, and they are equal. But these two unique attributes, which are about to be completely solidified, fell apart again under this penetrating knife!

"No!"

A terrible roar resounded throughout the wilderness! Many birds and beasts around were inexplicably killed under this violent roar! )