Chapter 625

"That's mine"

The hoarse roar, the rapidly changing figure, and the burst of scarlet lightning only came to the world of mortals in a moment. I raised my hand and pointed to the center of the Taoist eyebrows.

"Hum"

The sky fell to the treasure, and the twilight sun sword automatically chose the Lord. In order to be urgent and surprised, a killing opportunity came all over the world. With a cold hum, take your step lightly and retreat backward.

However

"By"

The strong wind behind him was fierce and cold, without any mercy.

"Tear"

The cut clothes and clothes burst out with red blood. The sudden killing move made the Taoist's face sink, and his turning body jumped and fell directly to the open space.

"You..."

Qingleng cold blade, with a trace of bloodthirsty cold light and a thin face, his eyes flashed a surprised color: "ha, it's not bad to be avoided."

The dark night country minister frowned and his body method expanded. He turned into residual shadows and ran out of the eternal night Canyon in an instant. It's dangerous here.

The wounded red dust's eyes flickered slightly, and the real force in the body swung slightly. The strength breaking out of the body broke the Yin and cold Qi, but the wound gradually healed left a deep trace: "I thought you were a friend to make. It seems that I was too naive."

With a disappointed look, the Taoist stood with a sword, his proud posture, a cold and fierce breath, and a sword flower, driving the dark power in the Yongye canyon.

"In this way, I can be at ease."

Ji Chen narrowed his eyes, shook his head and waved the sword of the son of heaven into his body. Since this treasure repels himself, it's useless to know: "I don't participate in this matter, you can solve it by yourself."

The swordsman also wants to put this treasure into his bag. However, he also has his own bottom line. He has never given himself hostility or even a trace of goodwill. Therefore, he will teach his sword fairy way in the dark night hall.

Wen Yan, holding the red dust with a trace of gratitude, nodded to Ji Chen. Lei Yan had been crippled, but the crazy war died of an unprovoked disaster. The only enemy here is Shui Li.

"Whew"

The sudden cold light and roaring sound, the bright sword light broke through the air, followed by the changing body shape, and the long sword came out of his hand.

"Hum" the water snorted, and the real power surged. Between his fingers, he gently touched the cold and broken sword, and his body turned into a white shadow and disappeared in an instant.

Ji Chen's eyes flashed and looked at the two fighting people. His eyebrows wrinkled. The spirit saw through the body and rushed out of the eternal night canyon. There was smoke and dust. Countless creatures were coming here. In the canyon, the dark night people were waiting for the opportunity to wait for the results of the battle between the two sides: "ha, interesting. The mantis catches cicadas. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

With the surging strong wind, the sword power in the body flows endlessly. Step out and arrive in an instant. When you raise your hand, a sword awn condenses at your fingertips and is a little empty.

"Bang"

"Well"

With a dull hum, the blood scattered in the world, the pale face, the white clothes stained with blood, with an incredible color: "you sneak attack."

Ji Chen didn't say a word, glanced at the defeated Shui Li, and his eyes flashed, but he glanced over the two bodies and flew out. The supreme treasure had chosen the Lord. Although he didn't know the details of the world of mortals, his breath was not a great evil man.

The fellers always have an endless evil spirit. Their breath is magnificent and the smell of blood is very heavy. However, the red world is not stained with a trace of vulgarity. It is pure white like a clear moon. Therefore, Ji Chen will help.

"Hum" a light hum, looking at the injured Shui Li, holding the red dust's eyes, flashed a fierce look, and lifted the Muyang sword in his hand. In the end, he didn't drop the killing opportunity: "take care of yourself."

Looking at the two figures leaving, the man in white flashed his eyes, looked at Lei Yan with a deathly gray face, and flashed a ferocious look: "the treasure has not been provoked, leave."

The changing body shape disappeared into the void in an instant. The floating snow swept down the eternal night canyon with a dense cold.

"Ah"

The shrill wail, the ferocious Lei Yan on his face covered his eyes, but his fingertips left two red blood: "my eyes."

At the intersection of the canyon, countless creatures surge into the sky. Their eyes are confused. The treasure is both an opportunity and a disaster. The valley is like a fierce beast devouring life.

"Go, go in. According to the news, the treasure born this time is similar to the dawn sword thousands of years ago. It is the supreme treasure. If you get it, the race will go to a higher level."

In the canyon, the flying figure, the swordsman's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and his stagnant body glanced behind him: "a fierce battle is inevitable, and you have never killed?"

The Taoist who followed him looked sluggish and his eyes flashed slightly, but he had an unspeakable meaning. He opened his mouth and didn't drop a word.

Ji Chenji shook his head: "in the world of great struggle, killing is inevitable. If you can't make up your mind, the world will eliminate you."

Wan Hongchen shook his head and looked at the Muyang sword in his hand. He seemed to be thinking about something. The words of the sword came from his ear: "coming."

"Kill, the treasure winner is right in front of you."

"Ha ha, this is mine"

Shouting to kill, he looked at the ancient sword of Twilight sun in the Taoist's hand, and his hot eyes stared at it tightly without blinking.

Ji Chen frowned and glanced at the dark night race without trace. He knew that Muyang ancient sword was the most precious treasure. It seems that the Yellow finch has spread the news.

"Bang"

The burst of brilliance surged up with great real power, the washed air waves swept away in all directions, and the dust was irresistible.

"Only hurt, not kill, you will regret"

With his indifferent words, the swordsman glanced at the Taoist priest not far away without expression. He had a strong momentum, but he didn't kill. In such troubled times, you or I died. Leaving his hand is just not responsible for his own life.

He moved at his feet, dodged aside, and disappeared in the dark.

"Kill"

The evil spirit of the sky is the most precious. These creatures have red eyes. Greed invades the mind. Whoever stands in front of them is a mortal enemy.

"Qiang"

With the changing body shape, the old sword of the twilight sun flashed through the cold light, and the streamer of the broken dark night brought up a fleeing blood flower.

"Ah"

Shrill and mournful, the rolling creatures with a trace of palpitation looked at the besieged Taoist's eyes. They should have had a chance to kill, but the other party had never killed.

"Doesn't he dare to kill?"

The doubt in my heart, looking at the flickering cold blade, the greedy thought is more and more prosperous. In that case, what are you afraid of? There is a saying that ants bite more elephants, not to mention the ferocious look of this elephant who has not exerted force, and the blade in his hand is drawn in the air.

"Tear"

No matter how strong the strength is, there is also a moment of inattention. The cut clothes and clothes add a trace of blood color to the body, and the slightly wrinkled eyebrows move around, leaving a residual shadow: "ha"

With a deep drink, the long sword swept across, and the sound of Qingming was like the lamentation of the ancient sword in the twilight sun, as if crying for the master.

The swordsman who watched the battle in the dark shook his head. When he moved and read, he bent his fingers and made a clang. The body of the ancient sword in the twilight sun turned over, and the sharp blade flashed past.

"Ah"

The sad and beautiful blood spilled on the world. The stunned Taoist priest looked at the long sword in his hand. How can the sword body beat to kill the enemy in front of him?

"Tear"

The clothes are broken and the Taoist is stunned. The flocking creatures will not leave their hands. How can they show mercy? With a ferocious look, they cut off the cold awn in the air.

Ji Chen shook her head. She didn't know how to survive in such troubled times. She raised her hand and focused on the spiritual power of traction, which led to the power of Muyang ancient sword. One move was decisive.

"At the moment, the light of life withers in your hands. I want to know how you feel now."

The cold words and the absent-minded Taoist are like a puppet carrying a thread, mechanically killing a creature named Zhibao under the traction of the sword.

"If you don't kill them, they will kill you, and put away your compassion."

The red color of the splashing face and the bloody breath rushed into the nose. The Taoist looked shocked and trance. The falling cold light left a blood mark on his body, which penetrated into the wound of his heart, and a different emotion rose at the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly

"Kill"

The violent breath flashed a scarlet color in the red dust's eyes, and the killing intention rushed into the sky. The long sword in the burst of Zhenli's hand was washed away by the endless cold front, and stepped out of the corpses everywhere.

Ji Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "that's right. The feast of blood has begun."

Qingming's sword sound and the trembling of Lingxiao sword in his hand are the cries of longing. Stepping out and rushing into the field step by step, his changing body shape, cold light and surging sword Qi take away one life after another.

"Ha ha, come on, let me have fun."

The sword immortal can sweep the scene. The clean sword sound and the sword meaning seem to break the endless darkness. The surging vitality is more and more explosive. The two figures overturn the whole Yongye canyon with strong bloody gas.