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It's a pity that someone like you will die at my hands.

Hearing this, before he could reply, Ling Sheng felt a pain under his feet, and looked down, but saw two clay hands growing on the ground, holding his ankles.

These two clay hands, which were clearly condensed by Taoism, were so powerful that they crunched their bones.

Ling Sheng's feet were already injured, and he was pinched like this by the mud hand, and immediately the bones were shattered, turned into slag, mixed with the flesh and blood, and then held by the mud hand, Ling Sheng's face was pale and colorless, only to feel that the bones were slag, and mixed with the flesh and blood into mud and meat sauce, which was more painful than cutting off his feet, penetrating into the bone marrow.

Qingyi Zhenjun's face was still flat, and as soon as his mind moved, the mud hand shook it hard.

Ling Sheng's body, which was more than 100 catties, was thrown up by two mud hands on the ground, thrown more than ten zhang high, and landed on the ground again, but it smashed on a rock.

Ling Sheng's eyes were dark, his throat was sweet, his chest was tight, and he almost vomited blood, but his mind was still sober, and he swallowed the blood in his throat back, and without saying a word, he forced himself to stand up.

Boom!

The earth suddenly collapsed into a piece, turning into a giant hand, holding Ling Sheng's body in his palm.

Qingyi Zhenjun slowly stepped forward and said: "You did not hesitate to be captured, risked death to come to Purgatory Mountain to save people, you are extraordinary, and now you are willing to fight against this monarch with your meager strength, so that your companions can escape, and you have the ability to hurt this monarch, which is really extraordinary." I admire you very much in my heart, and I only sigh that you are still a cultivator in Middle-earth after all, and you can't be used by me. ”

"Previously, a sword qi pierced Benjun's heart, although the sword qi was only the thickness of his head, it didn't seem to be a big problem, but in fact, Benjun was also traumatized, and if you had another sword qi that was so powerful, you might be able to succeed. ”

The true gentleman of the green shirt seemed to be smiling, and his eyes were quite playful.

Ling Sheng smiled bitterly, he didn't know in his heart that if he could use his sword qi again, he would be able to make this Xianxuan True Monarch who had been injured in his heart really hurt his life. It's a pity that at that time, the nine sword qi was exhausted, and the three breaths had not passed, so I had to watch the great opportunity drain away.

Qingyi Zhenjun smiled: "Actually, you can also use sword qi at this moment, I am not defenseless, maybe you can still succeed." ”

These words were clearly ridicule, Ling Sheng laughed at himself, this Xianxuan True Monarch was pierced by the sword qi in his heart, but because the sword qi was hindered in many ways, it was not very strict, but at that time, the heart was first traumatized and his mind was unsettled, which made this Qingyi True Monarch show his flaws. At this moment, the time has passed, although it is only a few breaths, but it also makes the extremely active Xianxuan Zhenjun suppress the injury, and even erase the injury.

Shooting at this time is really self-inflicted.

Qingyi Zhenjun looked at Ling Sheng quietly, and after a long time, he sighed: "It seems that you only have to use that sword qi once, otherwise when my heart was just starting and I had no power to fight back, if you use the sword qi again, you can succeed." ”

Ling Sheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, but he felt that the big hand of the clay sculpture couldn't help shrinking, almost suffocating his chest and abdomen, and his face turned red.

Qingyi Zhenjun sighed: "Since you have no means, it will be boring, even so, don't blame Benjun for being a killer." ”

Before the words fell, the Qingyi Zhenjun slowly stretched out his hand and imprinted it on Ling Sheng's forehead.

Ling Sheng's eyes shone brightly, and he also reached out and slapped this Xuan True Monarch.

Hit each other with both palms!

Palms facing each other!

A blinding white light burst out from the palms of the two of them.

Hearing only a muffled snort, the dignified Xuan Zhenjun flew upside down dozens of feet away, his face gloomy, and his hands were full of blood.

Ling Sheng and Xianxuan Zhenjun slapped each other, although he was surprised and got cheap with the help of sword qi, but Xianxuan Zhenjun's palm was not easy to bear, after a palm, his arm immediately hung down, and his bones were shattered.

Qingyi Zhenjun's face was gloomy.

I thought that the junior of the imperial qi had no means, but when he shot to kill, he could actually produce another sword qi that was so powerful. Casting this kind of sword qi with the body of the imperial qi, and it is continuous, it is really shocking.

As early as when Zhenjun was frightened and retreated, the big hand of the clay sculpture had already melted, and Ling Sheng fell to the ground and chuckled.

This green-shirted true monarch deliberately exposed his flaws, but he failed to draw out Ling Sheng's means, and it was thought that Ling Sheng could only use his sword qi once, and after he hit it, he had no means. But he never thought that Ling Sheng's sword qi could only be used once within three breaths.

After a few words from the two of them, the three breaths had already passed.

Unexpectedly, it hurt the palm of Xianxuan Zhenjun's hand.

Ling Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

Qingyi Zhenjun said calmly: "Although the sword qi penetrated my heart before, the injury was extremely subtle, and if there was nothing, although your sword qi only hurt my palm, it was very serious. If you want to come to this hand, you can't recover for two days. ”

"That alone is enough for you to be proud of. ”

The true monarch of the green shirt raised his other hand and made a move to the sky.

The storm and clouds suddenly rose, and the thunder rolled.

"Heavenly Thunder Dao Technique?"

Ling Sheng chuckled twice and lay on his back on the ground, looking at the thunderclouds rolling in the sky and the lightning shuttling, and the sound of his low laughter was slightly hoarse.

Suddenly, a red light rose from the sky, bright red as blood, straight through the sky.

"What is this?"

Seeing this red blood light, Qingyi Zhenjun's complexion changed slightly, and clouds rose under his feet, so he ran towards the red light.

Ling Sheng, who had already lost hope, couldn't help but be slightly stunned, could it be that he was able to survive?

Still thinking like this, there was a faint sound in the sky.

"Benjun is still in a hurry, if I don't come to accompany you, junior, you will go on the road alone. ”

Thunderclouds thundered in the sky, and lightning pierced the sky and fell into the forest.

That lightning bolt was extremely dazzling, and it came to his eyes in an instant, reflecting in Ling Sheng's eyes, and he felt that the sky and the earth were boundless.

Rumble!

Where Ling Sheng was, there was only a scorched black pit left, with a radius of five zhang and bottomless.

"Junior, let's go. ”

The true monarch of the green shirt only sighed, and his figure grew smaller and disappeared into the sky.

The earth is overturned, the trees are off the ground, the dust and mud are everywhere, and the residual leaves and sawdust are scattered everywhere.

A battle turned a green and dense forest into a desolate and barren land in a blink of an eye.

Not far away, a tree is as high as eight feet, thick with hundreds of people hugging, vigorous as a dragon, although the crown is injured by the aftermath of the fight, but the roots of the tree are still unharmed.

Behind the ancient tree, a figure stepped out.

A giant ape, as tall as an ancient tree, with white hair on the top, golden eyes in the eyes, earlobes up to the shoulders, long arms over the knees, and a mouth full of sharp teeth, fierce and amazing.

Mountain ghosts?

In the distance, a big demon bowed down and called out to the mountain god.

In the hand of the mountain god, a figure is carried.

Roar!!!

The mountain god roared, looking at the place where the true monarch in the green shirt left, the killing intent was like a knife, blowing through the mountains and forests, and the strong wind passed by, which was better than thousands of sharp blades.

The figure in his hand was unconscious, but the strong wind blew, brushing away the black, revealing a cold and resolute face, which was Ling Sheng, who seemed to have been beaten to ashes by the thunder before.