One Hundred and Fifty-Eight

"It's useless, you can't beat him. He is dead, this time he will definitely die! With that thing, he is already invincible in this world—"

When Molian Furui said these words, Na Chengxin was extremely surprised.

Is this girl really crazy? Even if they really can't win, there is no need to say this at this time.

My heart sank even more, and I fell to the bottom. In fact, he has long felt that the blood sword monster in front of him is simply too strong for common sense!

——The Impossible Sword Realm that more than a dozen holy rank venerables could not break through. The flying knife was so fast and unpredictable that they had no time to react.

It's just powerless, and I don't know what to do. His chest was even more frightened and restless, if Zong Shou's throwing knife was aimed at himself.

So what will be the result?

And that thing, what is it? To make Mo Lian so terrified that she lost her composure, hysterical?

Cheng Xin remained silent, only looking at the eyes of those around him. It is known that most of them have already given birth to fear and retreat.

The second scene of the situation in front of me is really too weird, it is beyond the imagination of the people, and the expectations are in vain. No matter how much hatred he has towards Zong Shou, at this moment, he no longer feels any hope, so he will be killed here.

The pupils in the red dress suddenly shrank at this moment: "Lu Wushuang? You mean Zeng Xuan holding the Dharma Wing?"

His already pale complexion suddenly became even more ugly. As the venerable of the demonic way, one of the leaders, how could he not know about Zengxuan holding Dharma wings?

That Taishang Yuanmo conspired, but it turned out to be this thing!

And on the right side of Zong Shou, an old man in Taoist costume suddenly distorted his expression.

He seemed to know something, and without hesitation, he flew away with his sword flying across the sky. In just one ten-thousandth of an instant, he had traveled ten miles, so fast that his figure almost disappeared in the long corridor.

Zong Shou sneered, and another silver light appeared on the tip of his finger. A shining, also goes straight through the void. But it is several times faster, making it completely unpredictable to the naked eye.

Liushen Yudao, the sword is dead!

It poured directly from the back of the head, and the tyrannical sword power poured in, immediately causing the old Taoist to fall to the ground without making a sound.

At this time, in the entire underground corridor, only the sound of breathing was heard, and the atmosphere was silent and oppressive.

However, there are more people, whose figures are already flying away, intending to escape.

That Yin Han's other holy rank enshrinement is also extremely fragile. The whole body sneaked into the shadow without a sound and disappeared.

Zong Shou's indifferent thoughts disappeared in an instant. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, in the blink of an eye, it appeared several miles away.

Then, pointing fingers together into knives, he waved towards the darkness casually.

There was only a soft '噗嗤' sound, and a large blood flower suddenly bloomed, blood and flesh splashing everywhere.

The old man's body also emerged from the darkness, but it was broken in two.

His eyes were dull, filled with disbelief. He seemed unwilling to believe that he was cultivated in the holy realm and used the shadow escape method he was best at, but he couldn't escape Zong Shou's pursuit, and was easily beheaded by one of his swords!

As for the rest of the monks who also wanted to escape, their heads were covered with dense sweat at the moment.

They were all locked by a single thought, domineering, fierce and magnificent, brilliant!

The sudden vast coercion made everyone struggle to support. It seemed to be a peerless murder weapon, withstood between the eyebrows. I feel that even the slightest movement by myself may lead to a catastrophe.

"Is this sword intent? Sword intent god realm—"

"This son's sword is actually seeing the gods! The gods are clear, and the gods are perfect!"

At this moment, Cheng Xin also felt his heart was cold.

Martial Intent God Realm, even those Supreme Realm Saints, may not be able to grasp all of them! No wonder, several consecutive holy ranks, before entering the throwing knife, there is no resistance!

He couldn't help murmuring: "Overlord, peerless overlord! Under the extreme circumstances, is he really invincible in the world?"

Slashing the holy realm is like killing a child, it's an understatement, it's effortless.

Thinking about the four peerless overlords in ancient times, it was nothing more than that—"It is Zengxuan holding the Dharma wings!"

Zong Shou looked calm and calm, and continued to explain: "This artifact is self-sealed. When I got it, I even thought it was a useless waste, and it was used as a material for refining the artifact. Fortunately, the Yuanmo Shengzun plotted and killed it several times, and almost killed it. I was driven to a desperate situation. I also made the saint of the Devil's Cult die in front of me. Only then did I learn of the wonderful use of this thing by chance."

The voice seemed to be calm, but in the ears of the audience, they could faintly perceive the deep-seated hostility contained in it.

"I know you Demon Lotus. It must be very strange at this time. How did you unseal the Zengxuan holding magic wings? This should only be done by a strong man like Supreme Primordial Demon."

Speaking of this, Zong Shou laughed, but he was extremely sad: "Little she is really worthy of your magic way, one of the most outstanding saintesses in the past three thousand years, she still made me fall in love after all. That's why I hate you Regret, anger, and resentment! It was exactly the same when Lu Wushuang was about to die thousands of years ago. It’s just that the spiritual weapon keeps consciousness, and the state of mind is compatible. It awakens the spirit of the weapon and resonates with me—”

The magic lotus clenched her hands tightly unconsciously, showing her veins.

This is the reason why Zengxuan held Fayi to unseat himself, it was because of Su Xiaoxiao's Sangong self-defense.

I couldn't help feeling an extremely absurd feeling in my heart. The living overlord in front of me was actually created by her and the supreme primordial demon.

"Zengxuan holding Dharma Wings, the Buddhist Jingshiyin once said. It is a thing that can be used to ascend to heaven in one step. It can be used in swordsmanship to pass through the gods! Used in spiritual methods, you can enter the supreme realm! The ultimate saint If you get the respect, you can elevate your realm. If you bless it with the Supreme Divine Treasure, you can become a weapon to open the sky!"

A pair of silver-white wings suddenly stretched out from Zong Shou's body, shining brilliantly, and sprinkled countless silver lights.

"So now, with my swordsmanship supernatural powers, I think I am invincible in the world, and I am alone! If you go down the holy rank, you have to bow your head under my sword! You can even stand shoulder to shoulder with the supreme saint! But why do you Not happy at all?"

And the people here are mostly stunned. This is the first time for many people, they heard that Zengxuan holds the magic wing.

When used in swordsmanship, one can reach the gods; when used in spiritual techniques, one can enter the supreme realm! That being said—almost everyone looked at Zong Shou's shady scene around him.

Suddenly, I understood what the words of the magic lotus meant.

Can't win, even if we join forces, it's impossible to win! Everyone is going to die, there is no doubt about it!

Only because of this son's palm, it is the thirteenth-class supreme divine law!

Looking at Zong Shou at this time, all the performances are not normal at all.

That expression seemed calm, but it felt like there was a peerless ferocious beast lurking in its body, trying to choose to enter and devour it!

Chi Hongyi suddenly moved at this time, gritted his teeth violently, flicked his fingers repeatedly, and suddenly shot out three black round pills.

Instant time and space turbulence, the entire surrounding space was torn apart. Jing had forcibly broken through the blockade of the Liangyi Julong Formation, and the red-clothed man had already slid towards the outside of the domain.

The eyes of all the people light up slightly, as long as they can escape into the void, this life may be saved.

But then Zong Shou stepped heavily, and the time and space that had been torn apart suddenly stabilized again. Then in the blink of an eye, all the laws of time were re-woven, quickly restored to the original, and once again closed this domain.

Zong Shou made another dodge, he was several miles away before, but now he was in front of Chi Hongyi.

The distance is even less than three times, and Zong Shou's face is full of jokes and cruelty.

If there is no bloodshed today, and if all the enemies are not wailed, he will never end!

The scarlet-clothed roared furiously, but his entire body fluctuated suddenly.

The mighty devilish energy rushed into every tiny chakra in his body. And the blood all over his body is against the current, without the will to fight. He also knew that Zong Shou at this time would not be injured by him at all.

So I directly chose to kill myself with Sangong, and to break the magic pill. This Blood Sword Demon Monarch. Obviously already driven mad by Su Xiaoxiao's death.

If he falls into the hands of this person, he will probably be tortured, and the end will be miserable. It's better to kill yourself early and end your life.

"Suicide? You're so smart—"

A flash of surprise flashed in Zong Shou's eyes, and then he threw out another sleeve.

But in an instant, he broke through the spiral air barrier condensed by the scarlet red clothes with all his strength, and then collided with the vast energy burst out of the magic pill!

The magic pill at the peak of the holy rank is just a prelude to self-destruction, which is equivalent to a blow from the ultimate monk.

Canopy!

With a muffled sound, Zong Shou's big sleeves were instantly retracted. There are infinite supernatural powers from the beginning to the end, and there are transformations from the end to the beginning.

However, it lightly brushed in front of the sea of ​​air in the red-clothed clothes, as lightly as if no force had been exerted.

Then Chi Hongyi's entire body was slapped upside down by this sleeve.

The whole entrance was also firmly embedded in the side wall.

For a moment, his face was ashen, Zong Shoufang's blow not only caused him heavy injuries, but also completely locked his magic pill, so that he could no longer activate it. The primordial spirit was also imprisoned by Qianshe, and it was impossible to die if he wanted to.

And just a few hundred feet away, Zong Shou sneered gently. Although his body was full of scars, his body still stood upright like a pillar, majestic and majestic.

His whole body was indescribably high-spirited and domineering, indescribably high-spirited and overbearing!

A weak body of eight feet, but with the posture of a domineering king, looking down on the sky!

"However, in front of me, even if you want to die, you will not be able to obtain your red dress—"

The voice was cold, but it implied incomparable cruelty. The expression was obviously calm, but it looked extremely ferocious.

Su Chuxue was watching, but now she let out a helpless groan and hit her head with her hand because of the headache.

Blackened, my young master seems to be completely blackened!

The so-called blackening refers to being mentally broken by some kind of stimulation, and the words and deeds are different from the past.

After all, the word was also given to her by the young bishop.

And the last time I saw the young master like this, I don't know how many years have passed.

It's not a good thing if it goes on like this.

While thinking about how to restore Zong Shou to normal, Chuxue looked at Su Xiaoxiao in Xuan Bingli.

This witch, it seems, really made the young master take the initiative.