Chapter 2146: The Sword of Misty Rain
"Won't you shed a tear for you?" Luo Lianxin was stunned, his heart trembled, and his face was full of sadness, "If you die, I will follow you."
But she couldn't say these words. She had promised Ice Emperor that if Ice Emperor was willing to save Zhuo Bufan, he would never recognize Zhuo Bufan unless...
"Boy, don't talk nonsense here, just die!" The old woman's face was twisted and horrifying, full of ferocious color. She began to squeeze the seal with her palms, and thick black mist came out of her body. "Nine Yin Soul Corrupting Claws .”
The energy between heaven and earth trembled, trembled, and surged, gathering crazily towards the old woman.
The eyes of others have become extremely horrified and frightened. Is this the strength possessed by a world-level expert?
"Can you stop me this time? Boy, if I'm to blame, it's because you're so pushy." The old woman's voice echoed between heaven and earth.
Pushy?
No one else understood the meaning of this sentence, only Liu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his beautiful eyes widened, "Could it be that the shadow killer who killed Yin Shang in Tiancheng Continent was Zhuo Bufan, and he didn't lie?"
Zhuo Bufan didn't seem to feel the crisis. He only felt that his heart ached, as if it was tightly clenched by a hand. In the past twenty years, he had gone from the Earth to the Xuanjie Sect, and from the Xuanjie Sect to the Dark Demon Sea. Do you see this woman in front of you?
But why?
Why doesn't she recognize herself?
Heartbroken, heartbroken, he wanted to vent the anger accumulated in his heart. Zhuo Bufan clenched the Hunyuan stick with both hands, his dark eyes sparkling like never before, and the dark golden stick in his hand waved countless dense stick shadows.
It seems that only in this way can all the sadness and heartbreak in my heart be vented.
When they first got married, Ye Ziqin was extremely indifferent to him and extremely disappointed!
Later, he finally woke up and came back to change everything. He saw the pressure Ye Ziqin was under and regretted the harm he had caused to her.
Later, because of the Pisces Jade Pendant, Ye Ziqin and all the major sects on the earth became enemies!
Join hands to enjoy the lanterns and visit places of interest.
There is a wishing tree in front of Jialan. Its leaves leave a wish: "May your heart be like mine, and this love will never change."
In order to seal the strange demon, Ye Ziqin was on the verge of life and death. He went to the Ice Emperor ruins to seek medicine and left the earth.
Fumo took out the Jidao Wheel Mirror, Zhuo Bufan sacrificed his life to save Ye Ziqin, and died without regrets!
"No matter what the reason is, you refuse to recognize me, but I will never give up on you, not before, not now," Zhuo Bufan shouted loudly, and used the dark golden Hunyuan stick in his hand more and more fiercely. ,fast.
He has reached the state of "swordsmanship follows the heart", and any weapon can be used as a sword in his hands.
The layer upon layer, densely packed, sharp stick shadow is a sword energy, lingering like a gossamer, and sharp like a sword edge, surrounding the whole body, not dissipating, but becoming more and more, like a large group of wandering fish surrounding it. around.
A sense of sadness permeated the world, and even other people were infected, and a trace of sadness inevitably arose in their hearts.
"Here, this guy actually understood the swordsmanship at this moment?" His Highness said in disbelief with his eyes widened.
Shuimao's eyes also widened, with a look of horror on his face.
Swordsmanship also belongs to the category of martial arts. At this time, Zhuo Bufan understood the new swordsmanship, and even the world was filled with a desolate feeling. This swordsmanship has reached the requirements of world-level martial arts! A field of its own!
Although Zhuo Bufan has achieved the "Sword Dao Follows the Heart", there are only nine styles of the Nine Heaven-defying Swords, and he has never developed his own sword moves.
At this moment, his heart was filled with despair and sadness, and he finally understood his own swordsmanship.
"The Sword of Misty Rain!" Zhuo Bufan shouted softly.
In the valley, the misty rain is falling, just like the spring rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River. Ancient poets were depressed and melancholy on rainy days. They could write poems that shocked the past and expressed their full feelings.
The old woman grabbed her hand, and the huge palm filled with rich black mist was even bigger than Shuimao's transformation. Her five fingers were filled with sharp black mist, as if they were about to tear the sky apart, and they grabbed Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan's eyes also flickered, and the Hunyuan stick pointed towards the huge palm transformed into black mist!
Thousands of sword energy surrounding the body was like a fine drizzle of rain, continuously attacking towards the huge palm.
Those sword energy was different from usual. In addition to being sharp, there was also a touch of softness. There were needles hidden in the cotton. They were like thousands of fishes. They fought hard and were not afraid of being shattered into pieces as they collided with the huge black mist palm.
Unexpectedly, it resisted the sharp attack of the black mist palm.
The Yanyanyu Sword was created by Zhuo Bufan's swordsmanship from the heart, when he was extremely sad. Even among world-level martial arts, it is an advanced martial arts. If Zhuo Bufan uses his natal flying sword in conjunction with his master, it will be so powerful. It will be even more terrifying.
But that old woman was a world-level expert after all. Regardless of her level of strength or the intensity of her true energy, she was not comparable to Zhuo Bufan.
The gap between the two is too big, unless I am here.
Now Zhuo Bufan is just a clone. Although the Misty Sword Silk resisted the power of the Black Mist Palm, the Black Mist Palm still used a devastating attitude, annihilating the countless swimming sword energy and slapping it down towards Zhuo Bufan.
"Witch, don't kill him." Luo Lianxin shouted, and she cried, with crystal tears rolling down her cheeks.
The old woman's ferocious face was startled, but her martial arts skills had already been put into effect and she could not stop.
"Ye Zi, don't worry, this is just my clone, it won't really die." Suddenly, a message sounded in Luo Lianxin's mind.
"Clone?" Luo Lianxin was surprised.
Does the clone have such strength? How powerful will this deity be?
Everything sounds slow, but in fact it only takes a few seconds. Finally, all the true energy in the body is consumed. The misty rain sword silk is crushed and annihilated by the black mist palm, and then slaps on Zhuo Bufan's body again. Zhuo Bufan's body flies out, and his chest explodes. A transparent hole was opened from the front to the back, and the breath was extremely depressed.
"Master Zhuo..."
"Master Zhuo..."
The hearts of Yu Wang and Luo Yu'er trembled.
"People from the demon clan?"
"You're so brave, you dare to appear in the Dark Demon Sea."
Suddenly, between heaven and earth, two vast voices sounded again, and then, a force that oppressed heaven and earth enveloped the entire valley. Everyone felt their breath suffocated, and even the flowing blood stopped.
The face of the old woman in mid-air changed slightly, but she was not afraid. She had already guessed the outcome when she came to the Dark Demon Sea. There are two realm kings from the Star Alliance sitting in the Dark Demon Sea. Once she breaks out the strength of a realm-level powerhouse, she will surely be defeated. It will alarm the two realm kings.
Everyone was horrified.
In front of his sight, the void twisted, and two figures came out, an old man with long black hair and an old man with long white hair.
The two people have restrained auras, like ordinary old people, but can ordinary old people teleport in the void?
Seeing these two old people, everyone felt a sense of insignificance as if they were standing high above the mountains.
"Holy girl, leave quickly!" The old woman's eyes were red.