Chapter 4270

The shadow of the sword pierced her shoulder, and then came the bloodthirsty sword. The blade was shining with cold luster.

Ning Shu's pupil reflected a pale, expressionless face, with bloodstains engraved on his face, which was terrifying and quiet, coming with murderous spirit.

Heaven and earth will be destroyed under such a sword.

The cold sword stabbed into the body, and the wound hurt as if it had been torn.

The overwhelming force from the sword body into her body, to live to annihilate her body.

It's now, it's now, Ning Shu is more forward, the sword body pierced her body, the sword body pierced the body flowed with blood.

Ning Shu opened his hand, took the opportunity to hold his sword handle, and got a fleeting chance by suicide.

When batian moved, he appeared behind uncle taishu without a sound. He raised his hand with a clear face. The dagger was heavily pierced behind uncle taishu. Deep, only the handle of the dagger was left, and the part of the blade was all pierced into his body.

The body was pierced, too uncle's face also did not show the pain color, but the face contains the evil spirit, matches the flesh and blood on the face to be more formidable.

When batian finishes his goal, he immediately wraps around Ningshu's body and forcefully pulls Ningshu out of the blade. The moment when he pulls it out, the blood is pouring.

Her face became heavy and pale. Fatian did not stop at all. She cut off Ningshu's arm, even a small part of her shoulder and chest.

Ning Shu's face is even paler and more transparent, and looks like a dead man.

And the arms and shoulders that fall on the ground have lost their blood and flesh. They have lost their blood color, and soon begin to rot and annihilate.

Ning Shu's pale lips trembled. "This is..."

"The power of annihilation, which will wipe you out completely, can only be amputated."

Ning Shu said, only to say that they are all for the same purpose, to completely annihilate each other.

Taishu pulls out the dagger on his back and attacks with his sword. Ningshu is a one armed man now. Facing taishu's fierce attack, "how can he not start to annihilate?"

Batian, carrying Ning Shu to avoid uncle taishu's attack, said: "there is annihilation power on the dagger, which has entered his body and will slowly start to work. What we need to do now is to survive before he annihilates."

Ning Shu's wound is still bleeding. Her body's deformity and loss of blood have reduced her combat effectiveness a lot. Now it's all up to him to fight.

This battle depends on who dies first and runs against time. By this time, it's not up to strength.

Ning Shu now wants to deal with the wound very much. If she bleeds like this, she really needs a dog to take it with her. Moreover, the surging power in her body can make her blood flow faster and more.

Too uncle's attack is fierce and full of murderous spirit. It's more a kind of hard support at the end of the line. If death is doomed, then we must complete the goal before death.

And killing Ning Shu is the goal.

His face became more and more transparent. Gradually, half of his face was completely empty and disappeared, as if it had been emptied. Even his five senses began to blur.

Half of his lips were raised, but he was full of fatal beauty and evil. His blood red eyes gradually turned black, black and white.

The eyes were filled with black mist, even out of them.

Ning sighed. How could he have been changing all the time.

Ningshu felt the fatal danger, trembled all over, and the wound was bleeding. Batian's expression was very dignified. Ningshu's arm was tightened a lot. Ledningshu was about to vomit, and the wound was more painful.

Desperately squeezed wound, wound can stop bleeding is strange, melancholy.

"Don't worry," he said to Ning Shu as he dodged

"Nothing to worry about." Ning Shu gasped and said, anyway, now that the dagger has entered uncle Tai's body, it will be sooner or later for him to annihilate.

The most difficult things have been done, others, how to say, look at life.

There was a small scale on fatian's body, black scale. Even his face was covered with this kind of scale, small scale like snake's belly, leaving only two eyes.

Ning Shu looks at such scales. Inevitably, there are layers of gooseflesh in his physiology, but it looks like he has a high defense.

This kind of scale is the scale of his body at the time of his body. Now it's turned into an adult, and it can grow on his body. However, it's not good in appearance. When I see it, I feel like meat.

The scales on his hands extended to cover Ning Shu's whole body.

At this time, to lose Ning Shu is to let her die, and the target is him.

"If you want to come, see if you can bear the attack," he whispered

Ning Shu could only hear her heart pounding. Lin Jia isolated everything from the outside world. She could not feel anything. There was only a piece of black in front of her eyes.

At this time, there is no other way but to trust fatian. Her death is a drag.Taishu raised his sword high, and the sword gradually emptied, turning into a ray of light and stabbing at Ningshu. The pupils of the sky were constricted, quivering slightly, and he carried Ningshu away.

However, the sword is not willing to give up, not stained with blood and not returned to its sheath. The blade is faster and faster, and finally it hits the back of batian straight, making a loud noise.

The huge impact and sound wave made fatian spray blood out of his mouth, and Ning Shu was also stunned by the shock, and the two men were hit by the impact to the ground and hit a deep pit.

However, the sword has not stopped attacking. It rushes towards the deep pit, making a sound of toothache and skin tightness.

It was a one-sided beating. I knew that the sword had lost its power. At last, it was obliterated and disappeared.

There was no movement between the two people in the pit. Taishu's mouth had disappeared, leaving only a quarter of his head and an eye. The black fog in his eyes gradually went up.

A black and white eye looked at the deep pit. After a while, a hand covered with Lin Jia climbed up, clutching the edge of the pit tightly. Another hand carried a man and climbed out of the pit.

Not dead, it's a pity!

Uncle taishu looked at them coldly. He could not kill the enemy. It was a pity before he died.

His head was slowly disappearing, and the last eye was obliterated, turning into bits and pieces.

Ning Shu vomited a mouthful of black blood. He opened his eyes and saw that uncle taishu had annihilated his neck, his head had disappeared, followed by his chest, abdomen and legs.

A little into nothingness, completely disappeared, Ning Shu heart can not say what feeling.

It's about the time when the sky is clear, the heart is clear, and the obsession is gone. All the resentment, despair, affliction and grievances in the heart, the deep emotions in the heart, are finally gone by the sun, like snow.