Chapter 140

"Sword rain?"

When he saw the sound of sword rain, Yamamoto 16 became angry. "I wanted to give you back the Revenge of a sword that year."

Yamamoto's tone of voice was extremely sharp, obviously too excited.

The life span of ordinary practitioners is almost the same. Only after becoming a saint can they have a life span of thousands of years. Hundreds of years ago, Fusang state invaded China with Baqi snake. At that time, he had not become the patriarch of Shishen sect. He was just a semi holy elder who had half his face cut off by sword rain. Otherwise, he would not have been wearing a hat all the time, Put yourself in the dark.

This disgrace is always in Yamamoto's heart. If he doesn't revenge it, he can't sleep and eat.

But now his heart is more worried.

Sword rain has been immersed in the realm of saints for hundreds of years, and has already mastered the divine power of saints. The time when he stepped into the realm of saints is much different from that of sword rain.

Even if the real body comes here, it may not be the opponent of Jianyu, let alone a divine soul.

And at the moment, China's strong people are coming in a steady stream. Once these strong people come together, the plan to untie the seal of Baqi serpent will be a complete failure.

No, tens of thousands of people died in Fusang state. If Shishen Zong can't untie the seal of Baqi snake this time, then Shishen Zong will meet the anger of the violent monarch.

As the patriarch of shishenzong, he is likely to be the first to become the food of luoshengmen.

He was the only one who had seen the true face of Luo Shengmen. Thinking of becoming the real object of the ugly species, Yamamoto 16 felt a surge in his stomach.

No, absolutely not.

"The phantom cuts with ten thousand knives."

Yamamoto 16 violently shot, tens of thousands of blood shadows suddenly appeared in the sky, and the knife light cut off towards Jianyu.

Tens of thousands of blade shadows are actually illusions. Only one is a real killing move.

Sword rain is not clear in the heart of the sword. You can't see which sword shadow is the real killing move from tens of thousands of sword shadows.

The only way is to break all these knife shadows, whether true or false.

"Light sword."

The bright sword in Jianyu's hand waved wantonly, and the originally gloomy sky suddenly became bright. Jianyu is like a small sun at the moment.

Countless bright sword Qi are aroused everywhere.

All the knife shadows were destroyed.

This is the power of the strong. One sword can break thousands of laws.

"Get back."

Suddenly a sword came from the north through the clouds.

The body of the sword is full of blood and light, which brings a different color in the endless ocean of light.

The bloody sword light went towards Yamamoto 16 * * * *.

Yamamoto 16 quickly picked up the warrior Doug block in his hand.

"Click."

At the same moment when he offered Bushido, the Bushido burst into pieces, and the bloody sword light came towards his chest.

"No."

Yamamoto 16 realized that this sword was extremely terrible, and it was no less than the means of sword rain.

Dare not have the slightest hesitation, his figure retreated.

The bloody sword light continued to move forward.

"Blood puppet God."

Yamamoto summoned a puppet God refined by his secret method.

Blood puppet God, contaminated with countless blood, Yamamoto 16 refined nine, each equivalent to the cultivation of the emperor's realm.

However, in the light of the bloody sword, what can the emperor's cultivation do?

The Blood Sword light directly penetrated the chest of the first blood idol God.

Shi Shen will not die unless he is attacked.

However, the bloody sword light was too overbearing. At the same moment when it passed through the chest, the strong sword Qi directly crushed the blood puppet's body into a pile of meat mud, and there was no possibility of rebirth.

The sword kept moving forward.

The second blood puppet God destroys.

The third blood puppet God destroys.

... when the ninth blood idol God was destroyed, Yamamoto 16 was painful and desperate.

In order to refine the blood puppet God puppets of the Nine Emperors, I paid a huge price, but under the light of this bloody sword, the emperor puppets are just soft persimmons.

When the ninth blood puppet God was destroyed, a bloody long sword was inserted in the heart of Yamamoto 16.

Yamamoto's eyes were full of incredible look.

Although this is only a distraction of his own spirit, it is definitely more powerful than the general semi Saint strong, but it is not the enemy of the other party's sword.

What's more frightening is that this sword cut the top blood puppets of the Nine Emperors in a row. The sword power had declined, but it still ran through his body.

The other side is so strong.

Yamamoto's eyes were full of shock.

Although this is just a distraction, if he is hit hard by a sword, his noumenon will also be seriously backfired. His cultivation will always stay in the holy land, and there is no possibility to move forward.

He's angry now, too.

He looked ahead.

A man in black with a mask stood a foot in front of him with a negative hand, emitting an unparalleled atmosphere of defiance.

"Luo Jianxin?"

Yamamoto 16 doesn't know this person.

However, those disciples of Jianzong who have experienced the arrogance of Luo Jianxin in front of Jianmen of Jianzong and some strong men of other sects recognize Luo Jianxin.

Everyone was shocked by Luo Jianxin's sudden supreme sword.

Even Jianyu's eyes showed a look of fear.

If I don't break the shackles of the saint as soon as possible and advance into the realm of God, which is stronger or weaker than Luo Jianxin?

Luo Jianxin ignored the hot eyes.

But staring at Yamamoto 16.

"You're lucky. This time it's just a distraction. If you don't say that all gods and souls will die."

Luo Jianxin's words are arrogant and overbearing.

But no one dared to question Luo Jianxin's words.

Because what he said is the truth.

"Baga, break my future of cultivation. When I come to China, you will be broken to pieces."

The spirit of Yamamoto 16 is gradually weak and will slowly disappear between heaven and earth.

But at the last moment.

A black light flew out of his sleeve.

"Not good."

Although I don't know what it used, the strong still felt strong bad.

Everyone tried to intercept, but it was too late.

A black bowl hung over the guillotine altar, enveloping the whole guillotine altar.

Yamamoto 16 roared with his last voice.

"You have no choice to sacrifice * * with the spirit and awaken the eight Qi serpent you bear."

The four Fusang strongmen were frightened when they heard Yamamoto's words.

Once the spirit is used as the sacrifice of Baqi serpent, the four of them are not as good as reincarnation, and all the gods and souls are destroyed.

But when things get to this point, if they don't sacrifice their harvest, the four of them will still be dead, and their death will be even worse.

"Cut."

Luo Jianxin stabbed the black bowl with a sword.

There was a crack in the light curtain made of the black bowl.

Even the heavenly level magic weapon could not stop Luo Jianxin's blow. Obviously, this black bowl is above the heavenly level and is likely to be a holy level magic weapon.

Luo Jianxin wants to cut the second sword.

But his figure is also gradually illusory.

Disappeared.

It's also a divine soul.