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In the face of such a "strange beast", Zhao Lishi didn't know how to resist it, and the whole person was stunned on the spot, and he could only watch the sickle attack.

There seemed to be a cool breeze blowing around him, the cold was enough to penetrate into the bone marrow, and unconsciously rolled up the twilight rain, slapping on his face arbitrarily, the rain blade scraped his face like a knife, he was suddenly "awakened" by a burst of heart-wrenching pain, only to find that life and death had hung in a thread!

The soul scythe swung out in the wind, and the two blades formed two blade nets, and the dark green cold light took Zhao Li's throat like thunder and lightning, and before the sickle arrived, the cold air had already pierced through the layers of rain and roared, and there were really blood stains oozing out of Zhao Li's neck.

In times of crisis, his heart is like a mirror, knowing that if he can't dodge, he will be dried, and he will pass through the body from the second blade, and become a ghost under this knife. He seemed to be a different person at this moment, his expression no longer hesitated, there was no trace of languishing and haggard, and his face glowed with a resolute and dazzling luster.

He controlled the sword with his backhand, Hongyu raised it flat on his chest, and the two fingers of his left hand were lightly tapped like a silk blade spine, showing a lifting momentum, and his eyes were staring at every move of the "gossip poisonous spider", never leaving the impermanence and hideous ghost pupils.

Hongyu's sword qi is compelling, and the head of the long sickle blade touches the front, only to hear a loud sound, Hongyu is pressed down by the two sickles, the blade spine is bent, like the moon in the sky, invisibly unloading most of the "poisonous spider" oblique slashing power, although Zhao Li was lucky to escape, but the tiger's mouth is still dripping blood.

After the beastification, the black and white impermanence not only lost the ability to speak, but also seemed to have lost his vision, and it seemed that he could only search for Zhao Li's frightened information with a keen sense of smell. Because of this, his terrifying ghost face and Zhao Li's frightened face were so close that they could feel each other's heartbeats and even smell their breathing.

As if alive, the impermanence of half of the dead face gradually became viscous, like ink sprinkled on rice paper, and began to spread at an alarming speed, and the dark green color slowly expanded, until the entire dead face, and even the entire body, were covered by atrophied and wrinkled skin, which did not look like a human at all.

Zhao Li was dumbfounded, his hands were difficult to move under the weight of the sickle, but he saw that the four blades of Kun, Zhen, Xun, and Kan were lifted at the same time, sweeping all the major points around Zhao Li's body.

His qi and blood were disordered, his whole body was blurred with flesh and blood, his skin was already open, and even his bones were quickly melted away, and his mouth was full of blood, which was sour and astringent.

He let out a long shout, and dispersed with the help of the fishy wind, and the boots were lightly tapped, and there was no trace in an instant, only to hear the sound of the wind suddenly, and the rain was still there.

Black and white impermanence searched in amazement, the ghost house in the twilight was eerie, the sarcophagus was tightly together, and it was empty, except for the Moon Palace fairy at the main entrance.

Where did Zhao Li go, how could a big living person disappear out of thin air? Black and white impermanence raised his head, but he saw the white shadow above his head flashing, like a swallow, and in an instant, the sword fell sharply, breaking through the clouds and falling into the moon.

The sword is sharp, cut down from the middle of the moon, the red feather beeps, eager to take the enemy with one move, the sharp slash, and a faction of arrogant sword qi swept in.

Chang Su'e didn't expect Zhao Li to be able to burst out with such amazing potential under serious injuries, and seemed to be deeply impressed by his unique swiftness, but his face was extremely ugly, and he said loudly: "Zhao Gongzi don't have to fight hard, you are not its opponent, the gossip poisonous spider is controlled by the soul disk behind him, as long as the soul disk is broken, impermanence will be defeated!"

Zhao Li heard the fairy's words in the air and immediately understood, so he looked at the gossip soul disk one foot square behind impermanence, the red feather in his hand turned sharply and stabbed the direction, and the sword move broke through the wind, but it was blocked by the kun blade, and the spark was extinguished for a while, and the ghost house was as bright as day.

He intended to surrender the enemy, Hongzi did not fall into the air, the sword shadow also fluctuated, and the sudden sweep was a while, and Hongyu moved towards the center of the soul disk.

Impermanence roared, like a mad beast, the eight blades swirled together, and countless wind blades sent Zhao Li out of Zhangxu, and he actually pierced the ruins of the ghost mansion with flesh and blood, and fell into the depths of the dense forest.

Zhao Li snorted, suddenly felt angina, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the muddy mire under his feet. He clenched the long sword in his hand and got up again, he had never been forced to surrender in his life, how could he give up lightly today?

The starlight is dim, the moon is like a hook, Zhao Li's expression is extremely decisive, he doesn't seem to be moved by the impermanence of the ghost's eyes, and his determination to fight to the death is beyond words, he continues to move forward with difficulty, his body is shaky, he stumbled and almost fell, fortunately he held on to the flexible sword spine of Hongyu, still standing there, but he could no longer move, as if his soul would break away at any time.

Chang Su'e seemed to have tears in her eyes, clear and clear, and said angrily: "Zhao Gongzi, why are you suffering? This palace doesn't want to owe you favors, even if you really save this palace, this palace will take your life with your own hands, otherwise your kindness will not be repaid by this palace, you ...... You'd better go!"

The drizzle seemed to be crying about the poignancy of this battle, Zhao Li knelt on the ground with a sword in his right hand, his left hand hung down, and said in a trembling voice: "Zhao Mou has made up his mind, and after death, he does not ask the fairy to remember, but only to die where he wants, and he has a clear conscience!"

Zhao Li's voice did not fall, but he saw that the wind behind him suddenly rose, and the golden light was permeated, as if the Buddha was in the world, and the surrounding words were lightly tossed, and the rain trembled, and the leaves were Xiaoxiao, "Descend to life, resist to die, black and white impermanence, and don't retreat quickly!"

The sound was deafening, and it swept between heaven and earth for a long time, like a turbulent dark wave, rolling in. Zhao Li's heart was shocked, the first time he saw someone in his life could break the rain, it was simply appalling!

Impermanence does not know the language of people, where do you recognize who the person is, the soul scythe can not help but say and slash to the center of light, even if the soul sickle is as powerful, but it is still shocked by the Buddha's hand in the light, but I saw a Buddha shadow urging the inner yuan, the palm led the wind and thunder, and a powerful internal force swept the impermanence into it.

A palm through the chest, the heart and intestines were shaken, the black and white impermanence crown was shaken away, and the long hair floated out, looking extremely embarrassed, it was hard to imagine that there was also a frightened color in the unconscious ghost pupils.

Impermanence came back to his senses for a while, and found that he had fallen into the dust, and the "gossip poisonous spider" struggled to stand up, and suddenly saw countless silk threads slowly floating out of the golden light, chaotic but orderly, with the golden light shining on it, and the rain splashed down in the meantime, all of which suddenly became steam, obviously this line was burning abnormally.

This is the supreme treasure of the Heavenly Sect's Broken Thought Blade, which is both a silk thread and a blade, clinging to the impermanence lying on its stomach and stagnating for a moment, tightening suddenly, and then letting go, and returning to the light.

Tong Yu screamed, and the ghost's eyes shot out a resentful glow from between the messy hair, and blood splattered from his wrists, elbows, shoulders, neck, and knees, like a crimson nightmare, spreading in an instant.

The soul blade is in one place, and the lost soul is inserted on the sarcophagus, Tong Yu showed his true body after the defeat, he raised his head in amazement, but saw the golden light falling from the sky, falling into the ghost house, the rain seemed to avoid the road, one of the burly Buddha shadows like ghosts, the robe was on the ground, scarlet like blood, and the Buddha's head was hidden behind the mask.

The iron mask is extremely hideous, this person looks like a Buddha and a ghost, and he is the phantom clone of the Emperor Shakti, the leader of the Heavenly Sect!