"Evil obstacles, you take yourself too seriously!"

Wu Neng has been accumulating strength for a long time, and once it breaks out at this moment, it is like the morning sun breaking and the morning sun is shining. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tianhe tried his best to look, but did not see the figure of Wu Neng, only the looming horizontal air of the law of the law, stepping on the golden lotus, the Buddha ring behind him and the great sun merged into one, the treasure was solemn, one pointed to the sky, one finger to the ground, and sent out a deafening sound:

Heaven and the world, I am the only one!

The self does not refer to a particular person, but to the self that all living beings possess that is immortal, impure, unadulterated, unincreased or diminished, unpolluted by worldly interests, and unencumbered by all kinds of temptations.

"The supreme inheritance of Buddhism, such as the palm of God!"

When he was bound, Tianhe had already run the Mixed Yuan Battle Body, and at the same time awakened the power of the bloodline, broke free from the entanglement of the shadow, and stared at the battle situation in the air with full attention, while brewing a life-and-death blow.

As soon as I came out, the pitch-black tiger that occupied half of the sky seemed to be drunk by the head, its movements were stiff, and its body swayed endlessly, as if it would be wiped out by the wind at any time. Nangong Ying was awakened to her true self by nature, and at this time she was fighting with the fierce sword and hundred tigers, so that the infinite Buddha light quietly tore through the tiger's body without noticing.

"Shameless!"

At the moment of life and death, Nangong Ying finally came to her senses, drove the remaining tiger claws, and slammed down towards Wu Neng: "Fight hard with the old man, do you have this qualification! The old man is immortal!"

"There is a lot of help for the righteous, and there is little help for the unjust, but you are just a ****, how to compete with the strength of us and others!"

The long sword of the secluded fence was empty, his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and tongue were all bleeding, and his body trembled slightly, obviously his spiritual power was already loaded at this time, but his sword-wielding hand was still steady and elegant, and countless runes were condensed at the tip of the sword, containing supreme mystery.

"Gentleman's Six Arts, Imperial Palace!"

Among the six arts of Confucianism, the royal originally referred to the control of chariots and horses, and also had the meaning of controlling oneself and the world, but when it was integrated with Taoism, it was able to control others and the power of heaven and earth.

As the Gloomy Sword pierced into the runes, the Great Dao shackles appeared from the air again, as if they were putting on a bridle for a wild horse, firmly pulling the tiger's claws and landing ten feet in front of Wu Neng.

"Big Day...... If you come, Gao Fushuai, you did it on purpose!"

Wu Neng shouted loudly and mourned, a style of self-esteem has exhausted the spiritual power of his whole body, and he has not dishonored his mission, and hit Nangong Ying hard, at this time it is the time for him to pose and show off, and the tiger claws slapped not far in front of him, and the hurricane set off directly smashed him into a rolling gourd, and there was no master demeanor.

"It's now, Nangong Ying, take your life!"

Seeing Nangong Ying falling from the sky, the speed at which the black shadow healed itself had slowed down to the point of turtle speed, Tianhe knew that the time to kill Nangong Ying had finally come.

The four hands behind him run the sword trick at the same time, and a huge magic circle suddenly appeared in front of him, the green dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the Xuanwu, the four laws are lifelike and entrenched in it, mixed with wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and the supreme power of the natural replacement of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"Spirit Sword, the time has come to fulfill your long-cherished wish!

Tianhe struggled to throw the spirit sword in his hand towards the center of the formation, and between the flashes of golden light, the spirit sword was magnified by the formation, the whole body was golden and simple, and there seemed to be a golden mang jumping slightly on the sword body lines, as if the sword spirit was about to appear. Around the body, the green dragon drives the electricity, the white tiger resists the wind, the Xuanwu Siyu, the Vermilion Bird fire thunders, the four elephants rotate alternately, and the reincarnation returns to one.

Four elephant swordsmanship, four elephants into one!

"Damn, Baihu, stop it for me!"

Nangong Ying shouted hoarsely, at this time he had not completely healed, and he could not use his spiritual power to resist the enemy, whether it was the famous sword Xiuba or Chengying, he could turn a blind eye, but he didn't dare to have any carelessness with the spirit sword in front of him, because he knew very well that this sword had something in common with the fierce sword, that is, it would suck the essence and blood of living beings!

The fierce sword also seemed to feel the aura of the coming enemy, but it did not step forward to resist, but instead controlled Nangong Ying's big hand holding the sword, submerging the sword body into Nangong Ying's body.

"You, don't ......"

Nangong Ying shouted in panic, but unfortunately the voice disappeared quickly, because his eyes could no longer see the pupils, only the boundless and endless blood, breathtaking!

The biggest difference between the fierce sword and the spirit sword is that it does not recognize the master, but loves the master! Just like Nangong Ying at this time, he has completely lost himself and has become the sword slave of the hundred tigers!

"Qiang ......"

After fusing the Hundred Tigers, Nangong Ying's healing speed recovered instantly, and between the advancement of his right palm, the Hundred Tigers burst out from the palm of his hand, and the tip of the sword and the spirit sword were completely aligned.

In the midst of endless sparks, the two sides began to fall into a stalemate!

"The light of fireflies, dare to compete with Haoyue and find death!"

The corners of Nangong Ying's mouth showed a hint of an evil and cold smile, and the seven orifices had begun to bleed, but he seemed to be unaware, desperately squeezing out the potential of his body, and was about to suppress the spirit sword.

"Hmm......"

Tianhe knelt on his knees, the ground under his feet cracked layer by layer, the gap in strength between him and Nangong Ying was always too big, at this time Nangong Ying was ruthless, and suddenly made him fall into a state of exhaustion.

Damn, almost, almost!

Tianhe was unwilling to stand up, but his body seemed to be pressed against a five-fingered mountain, and he couldn't move at all, but it was the huge anti-shock force that made his spiritual power run wildly, his chest was tight, his throat was sweet, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"And us!"

Just when Tianhe was unable to support it alone, Xuyue held the famous sword Sixiang, suddenly appeared in the air, used all his spiritual power, and slashed at Nangong Ying with the exquisite swordsmanship of Xuanwu Siyu.

"Mole ant, I will break your body into thousands of pieces......"

Nangong Ying cursed hoarsely, he suffered a big loss under surprise, the tip of the sword in his palm was staggered, and his chest was stabbed by the spirit sword, but unfortunately he had already fused with the hundred tigers at this time, and the sword body of the hundred tigers instantly lit up in his chest, blocking the edge of the spirit sword for him.

"And me!"

The immature but brave voice suddenly sounded, Xiaohu stood on the virtual sword, held the hilt of the spirit sword with both hands, and stabbed down on Nangong Ying's chest with all his might.

"Haha, are you poor in donkey skills, even such a little demon who can't be on the stage can get out and send it to death!"

After Nangong Ying stabilized his position, he mocked loudly in ecstasy, his right hand, perhaps it should be called the right claw, because his nails had completely turned into claw blades, and he was slowly grabbing towards Xiaohu's head.

"Villain, give me back my sixth master, patriarch grandfather, and other clansmen!"

Xiaohu burst into tears, howling heartbreakingly, he was not afraid of death, he had already heard Xuzhen say, only by killing Nangong Ying, only the sword in his hand could save his people, but no matter how hard he tried, the tip of the sword still could not break Nangong Ying's chest, he was unwilling to accept the end of hope, but at a young age, he could not do anything, he could only hold the spirit sword in his hand in vain, and howled loudly.

"Wipe away your tears, we can fight, we can die, but we must not cry, because we are the king of Hutou Mountain! The life of the king can be lost, but the pride and dignity of the king must not be humiliated!"

Just when Xiaohu was completely desperate and closed his eyes and waited for death, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears that appeared in his dreams countless times, and his little hands were firmly held by a pair of strong and powerful big hands, and he stabbed forward hard. (To be continued.) )