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Xia Yan, who has stepped into the holy land of heaven and man, is shrouded in the white light of holiness, with countless stars shining beside her. The sword in her hand is burning with incandescent flame. With the increase of her wings, her speed has reached the limit. Her figure drew a white rainbow in the void, and the terrible sword light broke through the fog and shot at the huge ghost.

Xia Yan does not have powerful magic tools to borrow from, but the ring on her hand seems to contain a powerful soul, which can forcibly elevate her power to the holy land of heaven and man. If you feel carefully, you will find that after entering the holy land, Xia Yan is not like other friars, just staying in the first robbery, but living into the third robbery.

Such a powerful power was not something that a little alchemy monk could bear, so her eyes were covered with blood and tears. Is it worth it? The sigh still echoed in her mind, but she was speechless. Some things, has long been doomed by Sansheng, it doesn't matter whether it is worth it or not, just to see whether it is willing or not!

Xia Yan did not dare to think about it. She was afraid that she could not extricate herself. Being around that person, even for a very short time, can make her feel more at ease. She will not always be under the wings of others, but to come out, side by side with them, even if only a second, there is no regret.

Bang, the terrible sword spirit, mercilessly chopped on the ghost's body, aroused a burst of violent air waves. The dust and rocks on the earth are all broken by the air from her body when she is close to Xia Yan. Xia Yan's delicate body couldn't stop trembling, and faintly, there was a layer of dead gas gushing out from her four limbs and hundreds of skeletons.

However, she did not regret, even if she died. She told herself that the blood rose had lost too much to leave. The sword spirit of terror turned into a powerful storm, with her as the center, toward the ghost. However, when the sword Spirit fell on the ghost's body, the effect was very little.

The power of the ghost, or a little unchanged, is still refining the blood cocoon in the abdomen. Hongling's terrible vitality is what it dreams of and has fatal temptation to it. As for Xia Yan, the ghost looked back at the woman with some doubts. It doesn't understand why this human being has to hurt it.

With a wave of impatience, a terrible ghost fire rushed out of the ghost's claws and shot towards Xia Yan's sword storm. Boom, originally covering the sky and the sun, was suddenly smashed by the ghost fire, forming a terrible air flow, constantly weakening. When it calms down slowly, Xia Yan's figure smashes heavily into the ground, leaving a huge crater.

Is the power of the third robbery in heaven and man Holy Land insufficient? She reluctantly bit her silver teeth and forced herself to stand up. Even if the blood and tears in her eyes have blurred her vision, even if her body is almost completely covered by death, she still stands up stubbornly. Once again, the incandescent flame surged up on the long sword. Her body was tender for a while, and the sound of sword chanting rose again.

Xia Yan's sword syncretic, again toward the huge ghost. On her body, the dead gas has already condensed into substance, which echoes with the corpse breath in the northern hell Tianzhong. Such a powerful force is enough to destroy everything in front of ordinary friars. But in the dead sea of the nether world, especially in the northern sea of heaven, such power is not enough to see.

Hiss, Xia Yan's long sword stabs the ghost's body fiercely, making the ghost roar in pain. It suddenly turned back, a ghost claw suddenly waved. Bang, Xia Yan's body, directly hit, just like a broken sack, heavily fell on the ground.

She struggled to get up, but in vain. Wow, a mouthful of dead blood was spit out by her mouth, making her already weak body become more unbearable. Her vision, has blurred to the extreme, I do not know why, but the mind is full of that cold figure.

The ghost roared at Xia Yan in the pit, and her eyes were full of demonstrations. This little mole ant, again and again hurt it, let it feel angry. If the body is not a little stiff, I'm afraid it would have torn Xia Yan into pieces.

"Teacher, power, I need more power! If I can rescue him this time, I will give you my body! " Xia Yan's shortness of breath, towards the illusory figure behind him pleaded.

Hum, Xia Yan had some illusory wings behind her. At this time, she was more and more solid. The illusory figure behind her was kneeling on one knee in the void with both hands clasping hands. Her original fuzzy face, gradually become clear. With her thin lips opening and closing, she seemed to be praying to the gods in a mysterious Sanskrit voice. A sacred and distant chant reverberates in the sky. It seems that the believers are devoutly whispering, and the gods are singing.

The horror of death, from Xia Yan's body on the gush, into a black and yellow snake. This stubborn woman's face, actually in this moment has become much older. Her long hair, which was once black as a waterfall, became yellow and even had wisps of silver.

Obviously, it costs her a lot to use the power of the teacher in her mouth. She rose from the sky, and her wings, shining white, suddenly burst into pieces and whirled around her. She holds the sword in her right hand and moves gently with her left hand. The flying feathers gather in her palm like snow.

She gently out of a white air, in an instant there is an inexplicable force of heaven and earth, will all the feathers curl, toward the ghost shot away. This terrible power makes every feather extremely terrifying. They cut through the void, leaving a white rainbow. Xia Yan follows Fei Yu. She and her sword are integrated. Her eyes are determined to die. She shoots at the ghost.The ghost, who had closed her eyes and tried to refine the blood cocoon, suddenly opened her eyes and spat out a terrible ghost fire towards the flying feather. These strange feathers make it have a strong sense of crisis. If it is not destroyed, it will be very difficult.

Boom, flying feather and ghost fire, each other deadlocked, the two will shake the void out of a terrible crack. However, the balance between the two is broken. Bang, the ghost fire broke in an instant, revealing the graceful posture of Xia Yan holding the sword. Innumerable flying feathers in an instant straight into the ghost's face.

HISHI, wisps of white flame, in the ghost of that huge face lit up. It could not have been hurt in the soul body, in this moment was severely damaged. Roar, the ghost continued to roar, face incomparable pain. Its claws, constantly grasping on its own face, try to catch the flying feather attached to it. But it was futile, and the flame was still burning fiercely and spreading towards its body.

When the flame burns, Xia Yan has turned into a white rainbow and smashes into the ghost's huge body. She easily pierced the ghost's defenses and burst into the behemoth. In the eye, it is the blood cocoon which is still very huge, pierced by the ghost fire Jingteng coagulated from the ghost body.

A stream of blood, engulfed by the ghost fire vine, turned into a group of blood into the ghost's body. Xia Yan releases her own divine consciousness and wants to explore the trace of Hongling. Soon, she was disappointed to find that the youth seemed to evaporate out of thin air, without the slightest breath emerging.

"Where are you from, where are you?" Xia Yan can't speak at this time. She can only shout at the bottom of her heart.

At this time, her body, both meridians and acupoints, had been destroyed by the terrible power of heaven and man. The rest can only barely maintain the operation of her whole body, supporting her not to die. However, when the breath of Hong Ling is completely lost, Xia Yan is crazy.

She opened her mouth and wanted to roar with anger. However, the blood gushed from her throat and filled her mouth. She can only make a futile cluck sound, wisps of blood from the white teeth slip, let her look low and despair. The plasma from her eyes gradually ignited.

Boom, the smell of terror, with the flame swaying and thoroughly exploded. Xia Yan slowly raised her long sword and chopped down towards the bottom. Hissing, a ghost fire, Jingteng was cut off in an instant, the ghost screamed in pain. A sword cut off Jingteng, Xia Yan's vitality suddenly sharply reduced, but she did not care. Hum, sword light again, the sound of sword singing filled the whole sky.

"Yan'er, stop it, stop it. If you go on like this, you will die!" An urgent voice sounded in Xia Yan's mind. However, the woman who lost her soul did not pay attention to it.

She raised her sword again and chopped it down. Hiss, is a Jingteng fracture, it is not enough time to transport the blood to the ghost body, sprinkle on Xia Yan's face, let her become more crazy.

"Kill! If I kill you, I will kill you! " In Xia Yan's chaotic consciousness, there is only one idea left, that is to erase the ghost.

However, without waiting for her to continue to wield the sword, the illusory figure behind her suddenly shook. It seemed that she was forced to get rid of her control and quickly retreated toward the body of the ghost with her.

"Let go of me, teacher. Let go of me. I beg you, let me go! You let me go! Let me kill it, you let me kill it, I can kill it Xia Yan constantly struggled, but with the gradual silence of her strength, she suddenly became dull and suddenly fell asleep.

"Fool, what are you doing?" The illusory figure, slowly emerging. She looked at the sleeping Xia Yan, looked at her gently frowned eyebrows, could not help but sigh.

Boom, the blood cocoon, which had been still, broke out in this moment a terrible gas engine. One after another dazzling dark gold fire, constantly from the shooting out, it set off as a blood red lantern. Click, crack, in the blood cocoon on the surface, continue to expand.

The ghost suddenly curled up in pain. The abnormal movement of the blood cocoon caused its discomfort. It has just put out the white flame on its face, and has no time to pay attention to the illusory figure that escapes into the sad God sword array with Xia Yan, so it is shocked by the terrible breath from the body.

Obviously, the terrible teenager in the blood cocoon seemed to wake up again. He had just been in a strange deep sleep, when he suddenly woke up, which made the ghost a little confused. It knows that with its power, it can't hypnotize this terrible teenager. What makes him faint?

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