Chapter 1186 A Deal. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

Clang clang clang clang clang...

The moment the weapon was about to pierce into the body of the cultivator of Yanxi City, densely packed all kinds of weapons also emerged from the body of the cultivator of Yanxi City. The cold light flickered, sparks splashed in all directions, and after a burst of fierce metal and iron clashing sounds, Pei was blocked. Ling's reversal of the outcome.

The cultivator of Yanxi City looked at Pei Ling sharply, and said hoarsely, "The Dao returns to the void...It's a pity...they didn't get along..."

"No matter how strong the law you master...you can't support it..."

As soon as the words fell, the many weapons transformed from Pei Lingzhou's body all disappeared like snow falling into the sun!

The swords ejected from the armor of the monks in Yanxi City immediately swelled and stretched out, and each blade turned into a mighty and resolute armored general.

The first warrior was tall and short, as if cast from pure steel. The position of the visor was tightly covered, and the outline of a wild beast was carved out. His whole body was full of barbaric, ferocious, and fierce aura.

Holding a battle ax in his hand, he raised it high, and with the sound of wind and thunder, he slashed at Pei Ling brazenly.

The second warrior is lean and thin, tall and tall, holding a pair of halberds, moving dexterously in the cramped space, like a poisonous insect dormant in the dark night, the halberds are like snakes, piercing Pei Ling's vitals; the third The warrior general's armor is full of pits and pits, with various scars all over, the breath of blood and fire rushing towards his face, he looks cold and silent, with a mace on his shoulder, and the sharp rivets are shining with a cold light.

"call!"

There was a sudden sound of wind, and the mace slammed into Pei Ling's head with a mighty force.

The space in the coffin is small, but it can no longer accommodate the fourth general.

The strong wind blows to the face, the sharp blade has not yet reached the body, the coldness is already all over the body, Pei Lingbu cannot avoid it, there is no room for the slightest movement, he immediately knows in his heart that this is the law mastered by the monks of Yanxi City!

The other party is a big realm higher than him, and he has just entered the third gate immediately after leaving the second gate. The power of law newly obtained in the second gate has no time to sort out, and he is very unskilled in mastering it. Therefore, there is no Can completely reverse the result just now.

The next moment, Pei Ling's aura changed, and a sea of ​​blood gushed out through his body, and the sword intent rose up, as if his whole body turned into a peerless murderous knife in an instant.

In an instant, three saber auras as bright as a drop of blood appeared around him.

The three saber qi are as condensed as the essence, and the shape is the same as that of the Nine Souls Dao. On the blade, three pairs of eyes that contain joy, anger and sorrow respectively open suddenly.

The three [Blood Fiend Blade Soul] transformed by the sword spirit were cut out instantly.

Clang, clang!

The sound of gold and iron was booming, and after a clang, three saber qi blocked the weapons of the three generals.

Seeing that their weapons were held back by the saber energy, the three warriors were full of fighting spirit, and suddenly raised their heads and let out a deep roar, roaring like thunder, rolling away in all directions.

Immediately, the general's aura rose sharply, and the saber aura was suddenly shaken away.

The wind was fierce and sharp, and the weapons of the three generals continued to blast at Pei Ling.

At the same time, the cultivator of Yanxi City opened his mouth, and immediately spit out countless swords, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons, like a long river purely composed of weapons.

Surging and surging, it swept out endlessly, as if it wanted to swallow Pei Ling completely.

Pei Ling is still absorbing the fate of the monks in Yanxi City, and has no intention of letting go. Suddenly, thick and substantial darkness filled his body, and the darkness invaded quickly, engulfing the entire coffin in the blink of an eye.

In the darkness, countless whispers sounded, and the three saber auras that were shaken away made a turning point in mid-air, and quickly met the weapon spat out by the monks of Yanxi City.

In front of Pei Ling, six sword qi resembling blood training emerged again.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

Puff puff……

A series of clanking sounds were heard, as dense as a shower, and Pei Ling's body was immediately pierced by countless weapons.

In the darkness, a cold and treacherous voice sounded instantly: "Nei!"

All the weapons that pierced Pei Ling's body began to retreat along the previous trajectory, the blood in their wounds flowed back, and the wounds began to recover one by one.

But the speed of this regression is getting slower and slower.

When Pei Ling still had a sharp dagger stuck in his waist, the backward movement had already stopped.

The cultivator of Yanxi City didn't hear the whispers in the darkness, and punched Pei Ling directly.

boom! ! !

Pei Ling didn't have time to dodge for a while, and received the punch firmly.

His whole body hit the coffin board, blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he said loudly and coldly, "Curse!"

The body of the monk in Yanxi City was rotten, pus was flowing at a faster speed, the stench became stronger, and more and more faces appeared on the wound.

"Hee hee... hee hee... hee... hee hee..."

Sharp and piercing laughter resounded throughout the coffin.

The monk Yanxi City's face remained unchanged, and he continued to attack.

bang bang bang bang...

In a small space, the two fought quickly at a speed that was hard to discern with the naked eye.

The blood fell drop by drop at first, and soon splashed, and then turned into a gurgling stream. Pei Ling's injuries became more and more serious, but he still didn't let go, Yan Xi The fate of the monks in the city flowed into his body continuously.

And gradually, as the loss of fate became more and more serious, the aura of the monks in Yanxi City became weaker and weaker.

His figure is like a picture scroll wetted by rain, getting shallower and lighter.

Boom boom boom...

The coffin kept vibrating, tearing through the cobwebs around it, making the dust rustle, and the battle became more and more fierce.

...After a long time, the movement in the coffin finally gradually subsided.

At this moment, inside the coffin, the figure of the cultivator of Yanxi City was almost transparent, and his breath was extremely weak.

Pei Lingzhou's body was covered with bruises, and the blood soaked his robe. Under him, he gathered into a pool of blood. His complexion was as pale as paper.

Right now he is not in a coma, and is already supported by his will.

Both sides are already at the end of their strength, and there is not much power left, only enough for the last shot.

The chaotic aura around the monk in Yanxi City, as well as the monstrous hatred for the living, have become extremely thin. The loss of a lot of life has taken away his strength, and also made his eyes have a gleam of clarity.

He suddenly asked in an obscure and low voice: "Which sect's arrogance are you..."

Hearing this, Pei Ling hesitated for a moment, but finally replied: "The Holy Son of Chongming Sect, Pei Ling."

The monk of Yanxi City nodded slightly, and then said weakly: "Chongmingzong...help me...bring...a thing...back to Yanxi City..."

"Yanxi City...Fushi..."

"My seat's destiny... counts... as a deposit..."

"...After the matter is completed..., Fushi...will give you the rest...reward..."