Chapter 122 One Hundred Thousand Blood Kills (Please Subscribe for Monthly Ticket)

In the space entwined with countless silk threads, a ball of fireworks is constantly rushing, burning the ever-growing red spider threads.

The fiery sword qi pierced the invisible barrier, making hissing sounds from time to time, but it was still unable to penetrate it completely.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Yiren had already bitten through her spring, her pretty face was as frosty as frost, and she was extremely weak. The golden needles stuck in the big blood all over his body shook even more.

Only those two star-like pupils were still as cold as blades, resolute.

Yuan Ding smiled helplessly and shook his head slightly. Suddenly a bright moon rose above the head, exuding a cold radiance. Just at this moment, the fire around Xuanyuan Yi's body was suppressed a lot.

Just as he was about to speak, he raised his brows suddenly and fixed his gaze towards the south, "The aura of Ren Qianchou seems to have disappeared? So fast."

Immediately, he felt something was wrong again, his original eyes changed, and his expression was full of surprise and bewilderment.

Ren Qianchou's aura was not the result of resolving the matter, but completely disappeared from his spiritual sense, clean and clean, without leaving any traces.

It just started to erupt a moment ago, but it disappeared completely after a moment,

At the same time, another aura that suddenly appeared and then disappeared also shocked him.

In Xuanyuan Yiren's eyes, there was also a little more puzzlement and anxiety at this moment.

"Senior brother! Regardless of whether Ren Qianchou is dead or alive, the matter over there is over. Why don't you let me go? Are you going to let me, Xuanyuan, hate you for the rest of my life?"

"this"

There was a moment of hesitation. Just when he felt a little hesitant and unable to make a decision, his face suddenly changed again, and there was a slight look of shock in his eyes, and he took a breath of air.

"Who is this? It's so murderous!"

Suddenly, as if realizing something, Yuan Ding shook his head calmly: "I'm sorry, Junior Sister! Since this person was provoked to attack himself, there must have been an accident there. This person is murderous and crazy, although I can control it. You can protect him, but you may not be able to protect you. It's better for junior sister to sit here and wait for the result!"

Xuanyuan Yiren couldn't help being startled, and the next moment, his expression changed: "Is that lunatic who came? That Yunxia Mountain's 100,000 blood killed Li Yunhong?"

"It's this person!"

Originally set his head slightly, his eyes were also extremely complicated, and he smiled helplessly: "But he has changed his name now, you should call him Li Xie Ling!"

Xuanyuan Yiren gritted his teeth tightly without speaking. Suddenly, he took out a red pill from the small Qiankun bag, and slapped it in his mouth before he could react.

In just an instant, a layer of blush was dyed on the face. The porcelain-like skin all over his body was cracked with traces of blood.

But that sword's power was several times more powerful, and the ordinary sword cut eighty percent of those silk threads. The invisible barrier also seemed to be on fire.

As for the original plan behind, he opened his mouth in surprise, but he couldn't stop it. After a while, he turned into a wry smile: "Why did Master Little Burning Yuandan give you this thing? Junior sister, what are you doing?" Why bother? With Li Xieling around, how can that Zongshou still have a chance of life? Junior sister, if you rush over now, I'm afraid that not only will it not help the matter, but it may even cost you your life."

Seeing that Xuanyuan Yiren didn't pay any attention to it, he only thought about it for a moment, and it was already a magic decision, which narrowed the area covered by the thousand-wire cage by nearly twice, and then he dodged again, reaching Xuanyuan Yiren's side. As soon as the big sleeves were stretched out, a cloud of yin and coldness rushed out. When unfolded, it immediately stretched out like vine branches, winding towards Xuanyuan Yiren in all directions.

But his eyes were fixed on the south, a little surprised.

The 'Sly Sword, Ren Qianchou' Lan Sword, Xie Jun's Nu Sword, and Yun Tao have been famous for many years, and their strength is not weak. The former is more aware of the power of martial arts, and may break through the realm of Wu Zong at any time. I don't know just now. Who made the move? It was so fast that these three people were dealt with.

It's a pity secretly, it's really unlucky to provoke that one hundred thousand blood to kill Li Xieling.

It's just a pity that the maid next to Xuanyuan Yiren is probably dead, and at this moment in the dense forest sixty miles away, Li Xieling's head is covered in cold sweat. The blood sword slanted, just blocked the silver bear's way. A little silver light flashed between the eyebrows of the silver bear.

Li Xieling's figure also retreated violently again, frantically towards the rear, the blood-colored sword light at the exit of the dense forest also pierced through the sword again, dangerous and dangerous.

Only then did he lift the silver cone away with a sword.

Then his field of vision was filled with Zong Shou's figure and a flash of sword's edge.

Incomparably sharp and extremely fast. As soon as you enter the eye, you are already close at hand.

Zi Lei flickered, and at this moment, the tip of the Thunder Tooth Sword seemed to be the only source of light in the dense forest. So that the morning glow looming in the sky and the bright moon that has not yet disappeared in the sky no longer have the slightest glow.

It even seemed as if the whole world was left with only this sword in front of him!

Li Xieling's eyes opened violently, and then the veins in his right wrist burst open, and countless blood, as if alive, entwined towards the blood sword.

A sword flashed out with a soft sound of "Ding", and just before the brain was about to be pierced, the Thunder Tooth Sword was slanted away. Then in an instant, the sword fell like rain, and the sword swirled back and strangled back. The almost crazy blood-colored sword shadow seemed to want to cut the figure of the half-monster boy in front of him into millions of pieces.

Zong Shou laughed out of regret, calmly, and squeezed another seal with his left hand. A cloud of mist immediately gathered around his body. And the posture of the figure's sword also became erratic.

In the shadow of the blood-colored sword, he was vacillating.

Then just when his figure was about to be completely swallowed up by that bloody light. The black wave sword that was bounced off once again pierced through the air.

From the most unbelievable angle, stab obliquely. The power of the sword is mysterious and unpredictable, giving people the impression that the dead Ren Qianchou was resurrected, even more deceitful than this "deceitful sword".

And the blood-colored sword shadow was suddenly suffocated by the sword. Li Xieling snorted coldly, and retreated again, just avoiding the giant silver bear that was rushing towards him. With a touch of the toes, the whole person soars into the sky, and then countless blood-colored sword lights rush down crazily again.

It was only at this moment that Li Yunniang recovered a little sanity from the shock. His mind fell into a daze again, and he looked forward unconsciously.

The two figures who moved up and down from time to time fought extremely fast. In just a moment, there were dozens of offensive and defensive transitions. Li Xieling's sword was simple and direct, but it seemed that it was born for killing. The change is more rapid and difficult than any superb swordsmanship.

And Zong Shou stood in front of the blood-colored sword shadow, like a lone boat in the wind and waves, rising and falling with the waves. But it doesn't show any signs of decline.

No matter how heavy the sword's light is, and the waves are surging, it can't make this lonely boat in danger of capsizing.

Suddenly spiritual law, suddenly swordsmanship. Suddenly came with the sword, and suddenly controlled the spirit beast. He can always forcefully suppress Li Xieling's rising killing intent at the most appropriate time.

That bloody killing sword seemed to be wrapped in countless chains, which could never be released.

Looking at Zong Shou's calm and composed figure, Li Yunniang couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly again!

Even before, when Zong Shoufan took ten breaths and even executed Ren Qianchou and Xie Jun. It was not as shocking as it is at this moment!

Not for Zongshou's out-of-the-body spiritual master's cultivation, but for the present, this son of Qiantian Mountain, can be compared with the most outstanding and outstanding geniuses in this world, recognized by the world, and regarded as one of the candidates for the heavenly position, Compete! Fighting against each other, the tomb battle is not inferior, and there is no disadvantage in the slightest!

At that moment, the impression of Zong Shou in her mind was completely overturned, and she no longer had the feeling of cowardice and incompetence before.

There is only the elegance and calmness of the Purple Thunder Sword when it is swung, the ferocity and dominance of the Sly Sword when it is killed with one sword, and the ruthlessness and ruthlessness when beheading Ren Qianchou's head. And that unbelievable, unquestionable strength! All of them fit into one place, imprinted in the deepest part of her heart.

On that face, he was still as handsome as before, a little delicate. But looking at her at this moment, she didn't feel a little weak.

It seems soft but firm, but what is hidden in the outer gentleness is a peerless sharpness!

Once it shines, it will surely make the whole continent cold!

Unable to restrain herself, Li Yunniang took a step forward, but suddenly heard a cold snort. Looking where the voice came from, I saw that Lian Fan was looking at him with cold eyes.

He didn't pay attention to the figure in the middle of the fight, just holding the sword in his hand, standing still, blocking her.

Li Yunniang frowned, and then only heard the sound of "Keng" as the two swords clashed. Turning his head immediately, he was attracted by the battle that had come to an end.

I saw the two of them reunited and parted at once, and retreated quickly. Zong Shou jumped up and stood on the top of the tree, looking down from a high position. But that Li Xieling slid back twenty feet, half kneeling below.

"Good swordsmanship, really good swordsmanship. Whether it's your martial arts or your swordsmanship, they are all terrifyingly strong, and they haven't let me down!"

Li Xieling smiled bitterly, with a trace of blood on his face cracked, but he was even more excited: "I may be wrong. Killing you alone is worth ten thousand people, no! It should be 20,000! Kill you, I can comprehend the killing of sword intent!"

Zong Shou shook his head, did not answer, but his eyes were slightly focused, the long-lost fighting spirit was burning in his chest like a raging flame.

Although he looked down on Li Xieling's character, his strength was undoubtedly strong. Since he came to this world, he was the first enemy who could be called an 'opponent'.

That Li Xieling was speaking, and suddenly turned his head to the side. That smile gradually disappeared, and he said coldly—"It's actually a Xuanwu Sect, hehe! Your father, my son, really admires you! Judging by the situation, I probably can't sit still. The people from Lieyan Mountain, It's really useless, plus my accomplices, three Wu Zong, four innate peaks, can't even stop this moment. Forget it, time is running out, this sword, you and I will decide the outcome!"

Zong Shou sensed his spiritual sense, and he felt that a tyrannical aura was rushing towards Fan ten miles away. However, Li Xieling's proposal was exactly what he wanted.

As soon as the corner of the chun was picked, Zong Shou didn't think much about it, he just nodded slightly, and pointed the sword in his hand downward.

"Yes! This sword, you and I will die!"! .