Chapter 562

"Oh? You mean, to kill all of us? In your present state? "

The elder sneers at this. In the battle just now, he has noticed that ningyue's cultivation level is six in Chengfeng realm, and his strength is eight in Chengfeng realm.

The reason why we invited the Tang tower with the name of betraying blade is just in case. After all, it's impossible for the famous Jianmen to go out of their way. It's impossible for them to make up for the lack of combat power by relying solely on Chou Tianzong. So they thought of the Tang tower, which is like a killer.

Now, when the Tangta falls, ningyue, whose strength is lower, will be killed. In the elder's opinion, even if the opponent has Tianpin martial arts, he may have consumed more than 60% of his own strength in the previous leapfrog battle. If he takes advantage of the eight strength of chengfengjing, he won't have to think about it. It's not sure, but there's no possibility of failure.

"Boy, I'm glad you can die by my sword."

"Old man, you have no chance to repent."

Rather than show weakness, he sneers at the arrogance of the famous elder of Jianmen.

No more words, illusory wings reappear trembling, sword light shining moment, figure leap out.

Compared with ningyue's all-out attack, the elder stood in the same place and did not move half a step. He finally took out one of his hands and raised his right palm with a wave.

In a flash, the rest of the sword was a little dense, and split into seven arrays in front of him. At the moment when his eyes were cold, the light of the sword was as sharp as lightning, and the cold of the air was incomparable.

Lingpin first class martial arts, gang sword dance!

Gang sword dance is one of the most famous martial arts of the sword sect. Even the elders of the sect have the ability to cultivate only those who have made outstanding achievements. Although it is one of the martial arts of lingpin, they don't need a blade. They can't do it simply by relying on Xuanli to gather the sword Qi.

As the elder of zongmen, he has been addicted to this kind of martial arts for more than 30 years. He claims that even the elder of zongmen is not as proficient in it as he is. Now he is fighting ningyue. He even feels like killing a chicken with a bull's knife. If he hadn't been a little cautious because of the defeat of Tangta before, he would never have used such a unique skill that he was proud of.

"It's the Seven Star town of evil. The elder seems to be taking it seriously."

Not far away, Mo Changlao snorted coldly. Behind him, most of the other famous sword disciples were just like watching the crowd. For them, the big elder's hand represents victory, which has never been questioned.

"I think that boy is really miserable. He managed to solve a problem of betrayal. It's a pity that he has a little prestige."

In a moment, a sneer suddenly stopped. What interrupted the speaker was a roar of the sword. At the same moment, the light of the red sword was reflected in the eyes of every famous sword disciple.

Zheng——

Sword out, chop, chop, chop!

Ningyue's figure dances directly in the air without landing. The speed of the sword almost reaches the limit of most people's vision under the promotion of the reappearance of the wings. With one sword dancing, the remaining red tracks in the air roar into several tracks. Under the edge, the seven approaching swords are cut off in turn!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Seven times of buzzing, each smash is not only cut off on the shooting sword, but also like hitting on the heart of every famous sword disciple. With a heavy blow, they instantly smashed the fact they had originally believed.

However, the elder was not so surprised that his movement slowed down. The first move was cracked. He immediately started to change the move and still stood in the same place. His left hand suddenly pulled out. With the touch of his palm, he reappeared a circle of sword in front of him, which was six or seven points similar to the original move of Lianqi.

"Boy, I want to see how many sword moves you can make in your current situation."

A cold smile, in his wave, sword again shot, is still seven. However, on the way of flying through the air, the sword began to whirl and overlap, and then merged into three. At last, it merged into a bronze sword which was no longer translucent in outline, but almost substantive.

In the face of the void, Ning Yue had no time to escape when he reacted. He just gave a snort, because he didn't need to escape at all.

"The second style, thousand scraps."

Ping!

When the sword came out, the slender red color rose from the air. In a moment, the intercepted bronze sword was fragmented. After a slight delay, the flying figure moved forward again and finally approached the last three meters in front of Dachang. At that moment, a pair of wings split into four wings, the whole body dark red.

"It's two things, but it's not enough."

The elder is still standing in the same place. He raises his right palm with a move. In the void, four swords are stabbed at the top of the sword. Then he grasped five fingers of his left hand, and three illusory swords appeared above his head. He swung and chopped them.

"It's not up to you whether it's enough or not."

With a grim smile, Ning Yue's body was covered with a vague shadow, and his four wings vibrated together, breaking out at an unprecedented speed.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Even the man and his sword roared into a red rainbow. In the blink of an eye, four paths crisscross the void. The seven swords still had the coldness of condensation. However, in a moment, the center mang split and returned to nothingness.

Not only the seven swords, but also the figure of the elder standing, was surrounded by the four red rainbow swords.

At this moment, the elder suddenly showed a trace of anxiety. He turned his head slightly and looked back. In his eyes stimulated by the light of the sword, he vaguely reflected a sword wielding figure who was transposed to the rear.

"Now, I'll admit, you're a little bit strong."

Yishou Jue, Wujiang!

In an instant, the sky will be filled with lightning, stone and fire. Under the cold light of the rowing wings, the sword shadow will roar and crisscross, and the cold will kill the cold light. Red, like blood, is also the end color of death.

Clang clang clang——

At the same moment, another color of sword light appeared, and seven pairs of sword array suddenly appeared around the elder. A total of 7749 cold swords pointed to the sky.

"Gang sword dance, final move, Beidou Tiangang out!"

Ping Pong——

With a long sound, it is composed of nearly a hundred excited, colliding and Howling sounds. The two-color sword light collides and splits, and nearly a thousand fluctuating sword marks are engraved on the surrounding earth.

In the middle of the edge, the elder's figure retreated suddenly, and his ragged clothes flew into the void.

In the sky, ningyue's figure also retreated, with five bloodstains on his body. At the same time, the back wings are broken again.

It's a draw. It's a lose lose. However, he still has a way to go.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and grasped it in the air. Suddenly, the blood spattered from his body was sucked by ningyue Xuanli and flowed into his palm. Then he wiped it to the middle of the blood trough of the dark Xuan three foot sword.

As soon as his eyes closed, he did not need to see any more. He could also see the battlefield ahead with his heart. Although, only the sword and the target.

"The fifth form, killing souls."

Zheng——

The sword roars again, the last sound, the death knell.

The slender red color ran through the elder's retreating figure in an instant. There was no blood splashing. Only a twisted scarlet figure was pulled out by the sword's will. At the moment of breaking, the broken body was also broken, and it became debris.

Under the killing soul, the form and spirit are destroyed!

The famous elder of Jianmen fell.

Until the moment of death, the elder was still wondering why ningyue, who had been killed by leapfrogging the Tang tower, could still use such a powerful force.

Take back sword, rather more half kneel on the ground, small mouth gasps. At this point, the power in his body finally appeared to fade. The time limit of blood awakening is coming to an end.

Even breaking two strong people in the wind, the blood awakens and wakes up the demons' terror power is one reason. Because of the integration of magic wing Huangqi, the awakening time is further prolonged. However, this is not the fundamental reason why he was able to fight two games in a row.

Just now, when he killed the Tang tower, he used the Xinghuang yinjue to launch the dark Xuan's gluttony together, but it's not only to make up for the lack of proficiency in Xinghuang yinjue. Gluttony, crazy compression, Xuanli condenses an unprecedented blow of destruction, but it brings not only pure destructive power.

Gluttony, just a few seconds of crazy compression, swallowing the power of fury, and then burst into full release, but this is only the first step, not all. There is another reason for the name of gluttony, which is to devour, devour the target killed by oneself, and draw strength to recover or strengthen oneself.

However, this second ability was only used once, that is, the night when the fourth seal was first released. After several times, failed to rely on the power of gluttony on the spot to kill opponents. Later, the sword Spirit fell into a deep sleep, and the second ability of overeating, tannin, became more and more difficult to control, so each time it was used, it only had the initial strong destructive power, and there was no follow-up.

But now, it's different.

This is not the key to the rapid development of our strength and the breakthrough of the barriers from Lingxing to Chengfeng. The real key is moyihuangqi. Like the dark Xuan ancient sword, it is made by the top weapon refiners of the demon family. Just one piece can not bring the power that is really in the name of the magic weapon, but it can further activate the blood of the demon family in his body and control the power of taboo.

At the moment, he doesn't need the help of the sword spirit. He not only destroys, but also devours.

On the surface, it seems that ningyue spent 60% of Xuanli's power to defeat Tangta, but in fact, he recovered. When he fought the elder again, he had returned to nearly 80% of his strength. In addition to the seal power of dark Xuan ancient sword and the opponent's underestimate, there is a surprise attack of Yishou Jue. The chance of victory is already in hand.

"Next, who else is in a hurry to die?"

After a little rest, Ning Yue got up again and looked at the famous sword gate with a sneer in his heart. All he saw was shock and fear.

The biggest backer was defeated, and they had no courage and confidence to make a final fight. Not everyone has a chance to fight to death.

Mo Changlao's face was gloomy and said: "ningyue, you have won this time. However, the famous sword gate will not let you go! "

"Leave me alone? From the beginning to the end, I've never provoked you to be famous in Jianmen. You've always been the one to pick things up. Now, you still have the face to pretend to be innocent? Four words of impudence used on you are insulting Rather more angry sound a drink, dark Xuan ancient sword stroke a finger“ Don't worry, I'm not crazy. There's no bottom line. I won't kill you, and I won't hurt those disciples who don't have the right to decide. I can also wait for you to stir up trouble next time. However, it is impossible to let you go like this today. If you make a mistake, you always have to learn a lesson. "“ Yes, when you make a mistake, you always have to leave a lesson. But before that, it seems that we should talk about a condition first? "