1156 Not Worthy of a Sword

"To be buried with her, you are the first!"

A trace of blood suddenly overflowed from between Yin Han's brows, and his eyes were full of panic and consternation.

Part of the Immortal Slashing Sword Formation imprinted into this mother-child falling leaf knife wiped out all vitality of Yin Han in just a split second!

Then Yin Han's entire head shattered and exploded like a watermelon. Countless red and white things exploded to the surroundings.

The two holy rank venerables who accompanied him were all sprayed with blood. Then it slid down the ground along the two people's protective energy. ..

Including Mr. Na Yun, they were all stunned at this time. Just at that moment

That. When the sword light hit, they didn't even have the thought of blocking it.

The people around couldn't believe it. The heir apparent of the Great Merchants, Prince Yin Han, whom Confucian orthodoxy had high hopes for, and who was loved and respected by countless courtiers, just died like this? Simple, just die with one knife?

I haven't even figured out what's going on until now.

Looking at Zong Shou again, he was still standing there quietly, his body riddled with holes. His clothes were torn, dozens of wounds, and bones could be seen faintly.

His complexion is pale, his energy is weak, and he seems to collapse when the wind blows.

It seemed that the force of the knife just now affected the injury, and now he coughed lightly while stroking his lips with his forehand, and traces of blood spilled from between his fingers. ..

The aura is dark and unpredictable, and the whole person seems to have returned from the abyss of the region, and the eyes are like eternal ice, making it impossible to look directly.

Zong Shou was indeed feeling extremely uncomfortable at this time. Although the Qi pulse is smooth, the injury has not healed.

Those sharp gold qi that could not be expelled were like steel needles piercing and stirring in his body.

At this moment, it is the second mother-in-law falling leaf knife, which has slipped to the cuff. The Liushen Yudao Jue was also completed in an instant.

At this time, the physical pain is far less than the hatred and regret in my heart.

Only when the knife flew out and killed Yin Han just now, did he feel a little better,

Within his primordial spirit. The wings of light stretched behind the image of the truth. At this time, it also quietly expanded, appearing to be more and more brilliant.

"Huh? Could it be that you want to vent something too?"

Zong Shou and Zengxuan, the weapon spirit holding the magic wings, didn't actually communicate much. Since the resonance of the state of mind awakened the spirit of this artifact, he can use this artifact freely.

But at this moment, he could clearly feel Zengxuan's intention to hold Dharma Wing. There is monstrous hostility. There is endless unwillingness, and the sadness after the death of the master, there is nowhere to vent.

That's why it has been sleeping for thousands of years, and it was not awakened until today, but it is still angry and hurt by the scene thousands of years ago!

Mood resonance. It makes the human body almost become one, and there is no sea between them.

So today, just kill him and let his blood flow like a river!

Zong Shou sneered, the mother-child falling leaf knife continued to slide, and when it reached the fingertips, a pair of transparent and white wing phantoms appeared on the knife in an instant.

I was intimidated by him before. Within the entire underground corridor. It was all dead silent.

However, it was only silent for a moment, and everyone recovered one after another.

One of them was Elder Yun. He was so angry that he trembled all over, and his whole robe was windless and automatic.

"Do you know what you are doing? How dare you attack His Royal Highness, hateful, hateful"

Without choosing words, millions of blades of light immediately appeared out of thin air, instantly rolling away like clouds and rushing like waves.

The venerable Confucianist in the distance was also furious at this time: "Sure enough, he is a tyrannical king! He deserves to be exterminated!"

Chi Hongyi didn't say a word, he dodged behind Zongshou, and pointed at the back.

The power of the spiral that can set off a storm of millions of miles is only condensed at the fingertips.

The Qi machine did not leak, but it made a violent whistling sound, piercing the eardrums.

Yin Han died suddenly under the knife, but it didn't scare anyone present. On the contrary, it even aroused the killing intent of everyone here, and the fighting spirit rose instead of diminishing, and no one retreated.

Even that Han Qing had already made a move at this time. Unexpectedly, he was not afraid of death, rushed ahead of everyone, swung his sword, and chopped Zong Shou's head.

At this time, countless binding spirits were activated one after another, and black shadows and red vines entangled Zongshou one after another.

Mo Lian watched from a distance, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.

That knife is certainly shocking. But it is precisely because of this that Zong Shou must be killed here regardless of the cost!

Do we have to wait until the other party escapes, and then turn around and find the people who participated today to settle accounts one by one.

Furthermore, how long can this person sustain such a heavy injury? How many such throwing knives can be issued?

Even people who are greedy for life and afraid of death should know how to make choices at this time.

One's own life, as well as the future, should be saved.

In her opinion, since she has become an enemy and has torn her face, she should spare no effort to kill her opponent! Make it completely eternal, unable to turn over!

The gang energy exploded, and there were twenty-three different martial arts ideas. At the same time, it erupted around Zong Shou's body, criss-crossing. The torrential celestial power suddenly exploded in the narrow space.

Zong Shou still stood where he was, seemingly unable to move. That heavily injured body looked helpless and weak in front of the mighty Hong Tao around him.

At this time, even the most cautious Chi Hongyi had a relaxed look in his eyes.

In his heart, he secretly thought that he was dead, and the blood sword monster in front of him would still fall. No matter how you look at it, today this person has no possibility of resisting and escaping!

He came here by fate, and he didn't have much hatred towards Zong Shou, but instead he felt a faint sense of pity when he was born.

In any case, after this battle, the supreme primordial demon has been accounted for.

And that Han Qing couldn't hold back anymore, he laughed like crazy. The sword moved faster, and he wanted to be the first to cut Zong Shou's head.

Cheng Xin breathed a sigh of relief, silently reciting Rong Bi's name,

Under Zong Shou's sword, hundreds of millions of Taoists were killed or injured, and only the death of this fellow Taoist made him the most resentful and heartbroken.

endured for two years. I thought that there might be no chance in the future. Unexpectedly today. But he could see Zong Shou die with his own eyes.

From the corner of Mo Lian's perspective at this time, she found that Su Chuxue was not doing her best to help Zong Shou at this time. On the contrary, the saber rolled sharply, protecting the green fire turtle carrying Su Xiaoxiao's body, and retreated towards the corner,

That look was extremely weird. There is no trace of worry or sorrow.

Mo Lian couldn't help being stunned, she knew that this girl was loyal to Zong Shou, and even more affectionate.

Zong Shou was in a desperate situation not long ago, but this woman tried her best to stop him without fear of death. The relationship between the two can be seen from this.

Could this be because he knew that Zong Shouduan was lifeless, so he stopped attacking and fled, but why was that look so strange?

While she was meditating, Zong Shou also moved. Pointing to a sword, he casually swipe towards the void below his body,

The trajectory of the sword pointing is actually indescribably wonderful. Within ten feet of Zongshou, a layer of black light and shadow spread out.

"Within ten feet, it is the Zhenbujianjian domain!"

The vortex at the fingertips of the red dress was the first to land behind Zong Shou, at a distance of ten feet.

But it is like a mud cow entering the sea, without a sound. And Chi Hongyi felt a huge repulsive force in front of him, preventing him from moving forward.

It's not impossible to continue to attack, but Chi Hongyi faintly feels that if he does it forcefully, something terrible will happen today.

Then came the four Taoist saints, with sword strength and whisking the dust, almost attacking them all at once.

But it was just a muffled sound of 'Peng', still being blocked ten feet away. The power that could even destroy several small thousand worlds seemed to have disappeared without causing even the slightest disturbance.

Han Qing's sword also struck at this time. As the sword light flicked across, it seemed to be waving in the air, extremely smooth.

However, at this moment, Han Qing's face was already ashen. The magic breath and sword strength he sent out have all disappeared at this moment. What makes people feel even more weird is that the small half of the sword body has also disappeared at this moment.

Zong Shou coughed slowly, and his eyes were full of biting sarcasm,

"They're all idiots! Just wait, I'm not qualified to let Zhen wield a sword today!"

Chi Hongyi was startled, raised her eyebrows and looked carefully.

Not qualified to let Zhen wield the sword? What does this Zongshou mean?

Does it mean that the fifteen holy rank venerables here today are not even qualified to let Zong Shou use the sword?

"Arrogance!"

The Venerable Yun surnamed was even more furious at this moment: "Pretending to be a ghost! Even your infinite supernatural powers must be unbreakable! If you don't kill you here today, I'm sorry His Royal Highness! Break it for me!"

Tens of thousands of blades of light stopped immediately. A sword was formed in the void, and it was slashed down with great momentum.

It was still ten feet away, but it was not swallowed immediately, but a stalemate was formed.

The sword light was distorted, showing signs of splitting. The ten-foot shady scene also seemed to have been torn open a little.

The eyes of the people around him lit up. With this lesson learned, it seems that this shady scene is not really unbreakable. Wan Ren Juan Yun can definitely do it, and so can they.

The venerable Yun surnamed also sneered: "Please help me, fellow Taoists! It's just a 12th-class world-destroying supernatural power, and we will work together, the same."

But the voice stopped abruptly, and there was a flash of black light, and the huge blade sword seemed to be torn by countless huge forces, and it shattered into more than a thousand pieces.

That 'Old Yun' was stunned when he saw Zong Shou's fingertips flashing another cold light.

"You are too noisy!"

The shadow of the knife came, simply ignoring the law of time, and it seemed to be doomed. He must die under this flying knife!

In short, when this 'Old Yun' came to his senses again, there was already a sharp pain between his brows. A trace of blood overflowed, washing the eyelids.

Consciousness gradually disappeared, and the primordial spirit was forcibly 'killed' by the power of the flying knife!

He didn't understand until his death, how did he get stabbed? Why can't I make any moves after seeing the knife light?

How could this knife speed be so fast? Are these saint-level practitioners around them all dead?

This time, Molian saw the faint silver-white wings above the flying knife.

Suddenly my heart throbbed, I shrank violently, my complexion was as pale as paper,

"This is the second one!"

Zong Shou's gaze also turned to Mo Lian faintly: "Could it be that you have already guessed it?" (To be continued.)