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Hung Ling stood in the air, and the two swords in her hands at this time let out the breath of tyranny. In the void of his whole body, the sword sense was full of, and the mysterious Sanskrit which came from the thousand constant heaven and earth method was constantly broken. And behind him, Shang Tianyu and Shang tianque two women stand with guns, the body's air machine with a chill.

Seeing that Hongling was surrounded by qianheng, Zhao Yu and aoqin immediately broke through the air and sealed his left and right sides. The five peerless Tianjiao, without any reservation at this time, directly promoted the combat power of the whole body to the level of heaven's destiny. In the face of this incomparable son of a monster, any hesitation may lead to a fatal blow like a storm.

Sharp and Murong ye and yelushi are standing in the distance at this time, guarding against the sudden attack of Baisu and baozi. Now, Hong Ling's five big Tianjiao are enough to suppress it. If they join it rashly, the loss of steamed stuffed bun and white vegetable will become a very terrible potential crisis.

"Interesting, you two, can't stand it at last?" Hongling looked at Zhao Yu and aoqin, and his eyes were full of killing intention. His Qi engine, at this moment, directly locked the two big Tianjiao and said in a cold voice: "a few days ago. You not only destroyed me, but also killed a snake in the holy land with me. You two, I think we can do a good job of calculating this account! "

Hum, sad God sword burst out a terrible sword chant in an instant. The crisscross sword meaning is actually slowly materialized at this time. These dark gold swords are just like the aurora in the northern part of the northern part of the country. However, everyone knows that behind this beautiful halo, there is the cold killing intention of death.

"Hongling, the matchless son, chose to live with us for the sake of a holy land. In my opinion, your own pattern is really pitiful! " Aoqin sneered and gently plucked the bowstring.

A tiny ripple rippled from the bowstring of the ice bow. White ice and snow debris, slowly generated in this ripple amplification, soon condensed into a whistling wind and snow. With aoqin's random move, the wind and snow suddenly gathered in his palm and condensed into a crystal clear ice arrow.

His arms were open, and the whole man was like a swan. The ice and snow arrow is put on the bow string by him, and its sharp arrow cluster, at this time, slowly coagulates a dark ice force. The vast force of demons, from aoqin, the Jiaozu Tianjiao's pride, constantly poured into the bows and arrows. This makes the chill in the void suddenly become dead at this moment.

Bang! The sound of the bow string concussion filled the void. The ice arrow in aoqin's hand should burst out of the sky and rush towards Hongling's throat. The cold air as like as two peas in the sky, which was originally dead and silent, was moved by the ice and snow arrows at this moment, and it was rapidly transformed into the same arrow.

The new ice and snow arrows are devouring the spiritual power in the void crazily, raising their own prestige to the extreme. These dense wind and snow arrows, like a plague of locusts, are shrouded in front of the prince in white who stands still with his sword.

With a frown on his brow, Hong Ling felt the different movements of the five people. Among them, the most frightening thing for him was the spear in Zhao Yu's hand. At this time, it is accumulating powerful power of the law of emperor's territory. Once he takes aoqin's ice and snow arrow at this moment, the next moment, the spear will surely burst out a violent blow.

Under such circumstances, Hong Ling is not sure whether Qian Heng and Shang Tianyu will suddenly hurt people. He snorted coldly and let go of a sad sword. The young man's left hand coagulates the power of the red flame law and reaches out to wipe it gently on his sword.

Bang, the blazing fire of samadhi emerges from the long sword in the air. When the pupil of a young man is locked, the God of sorrow splits rapidly and illusions. Seeing the ten long swords lying on the side of the body, they constantly release the terrible inflamed Qi. Hong Ling brushed her long sleeve with her left hand. Hum! Driven by the strong wind he wielded, the long sword of fire, whistling, turned into a blazing storm and collided with aoqin's wind and snow arrows.

Boom! Cold and hot air waves, spread around. Aoqin's wind and snow arrows were completely broken at this moment. And the sword of sad God that collides with it is completely destroyed, leaving only a violent sword meaning in the void. Such a result, let a lot of people's complexion. Aoqin did his best with that arrow. However, this arrow, which was comparable to that of the strong man of destiny, was only a blow that defeated Hongling at will.

"How could he be so strong!" Aoqin's face is very ugly, it seems difficult to accept such a result. At the beginning, he hit the white clothes son easily with an arrow through his chest. Only a few months later, Hong Ling had grown up to the extent that he was even interested in it. This son's talent, in the end, what kind of terrible height?

"Well, no matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than our joint efforts?" Zhao Yu snorted coldly. The spear in his hand was captured by his divine sense and hovered in front of him. He raised his hands and slowly separated their palms toward the void. Immediately, the immortal Tianjiao was shocked. A vast air force suddenly emerged from the void, and brought the spear into the void.

With a dull bang, the wall of the void was shattered by the Spear's edge, and a terrible wave of air was blowing around. The spear quickly escapes into the void and stirs up the storm. People can sense that there is a strong light shining in the sky.A great sense of crisis, slowly climbing up Hongling's heart. He could sense that a huge cyclone was slowly condensing above the sky. At the center of the cyclone is Zhao Yu's spear with the power to destroy the earth and the sky.

Zhao Yu took a look at Hong Ling and sneered. After a slight build-up, his body suddenly rose to the sky. With a brush, he dashed into the eye of the cyclone and crossed the shining spear. Immediately, the peerless Tianjiao turned over and fell down. His palms crossed, his palms gushed with fury, and the spear, together with the cyclone above the sky, suddenly pressed down against the white clothed prince in the air.

A tremendous pressure of heaven and earth, constantly falling from the sky, makes Hongling's original fluttering clothes motionless. He frowned a little and tapped on his white boots. Hum, dense dark gold streamer, with his feet as the center, spread around. Wisps of flickering light, quickly intertwined, outlines a dark gold array.

Boom! On the big array, the violent Qi engine suddenly burst out. At this time, it is like a wheel driven by a rotating water wheel, running slowly, enlarging the power of the ten directions of heaven. Hong Ling thrust his sword into the eye of the array. He pressed his right palm on the handle of the sword and pressed the sad sword into the array.

With the sharp sword slowly disappearing, there are eight sharp swords. Hum, the whole array actually sounded a clear sword chant at this moment. By the time the God of sorrow is completely transformed into a streamer, the ten Baizhang swords have been perfectly shaped. Their swords are surrounded by the power of various laws, which gives birth to a violent storm of laws in the void.

Many Tianjiao, who besieged Hongling, changed greatly at this moment. They feel that the laws they can mobilize seem to be completely suppressed. Moreover, every time they condense new laws by the force of destiny, they are always crushed by the storm of laws.

"Get out of the storm of the law!" Qianheng angrily yelled, and the huge Dharma phase rate of heaven and earth retreated first. Shangtianyu and shangtianque followed closely, turning into two cold lights, far away from the coverage of the array. As for aoqin, who was holding an ice bow, he had already left here at the moment when the young sword array appeared. At this time, he looked at Zhao Yu, who fell down with the spear, and did not know what he was thinking.

Hong Ling ignored all the people who had left. At this time, his right palm had been pressed on the eye of the array. The vast and boundless Qi machine is pouring into the sword array. Sensing that the more powerful the spear fell from the void, he roared and his hand suddenly raised. His original body shape of one knee and half kneeling, at this moment, also quickly stood up.

Hum! The ten long swords suddenly broke away from the array, just like entangled dragons, trailing different colors of flame tails, toward the falling cyclone in the void. A sword storm, far more terrible than the war spear cyclone, stands between heaven and earth.

Boom! The storm and the cyclone collided fiercely, and were in a stalemate for an instant. Hong Ling's hands suddenly raised, and the ten giant swords, which had been hidden in the storm, broke through the air quickly. They are like silverfish swimming in the deep sea, crisscrossing the cyclones passing through Zhao Yu.

The sharp sword light of the ten series rules constantly smashes the spiritual power of the cyclone, making its prestige gradually weaken at this moment. At the center of the cyclone, Zhao Yu snorted coldly, and his crossed palms opened instantly. The spear, which had been in stalemate with the storm, was actually broken by Shengsheng.

Zhao Yuren quickly fell with the spear and shot at Hongling above the empty array. The spear in front of him is still releasing a tyrannical atmosphere. The powerful destructive force even made Hongling's battle battle lines crack ferociously.

"Hongling, the matchless son of the world, how can you stop my fatal attack without a sword in your hand?" Zhao Yu's words have a trace of pride. Hong Ling was so stupid that he let out the sad sword and went to destroy his cyclone. In this way, this son is empty handed against his own spear. What's the difference between this and looking for death?

"Don't worry, sir. The road to the netherworld is open. Go well all the way!" Hong Ling snorted coldly and stepped on the array with his right foot.

Boom! At this moment, the array, which is thousands of feet in size, burst into countless pieces of light. These dark gold metal fluorescence, like fireflies flowing with the wind. They swayed and gathered in front of Hong Ling like wind and snow, forming a dark golden ball of light. Young hands around the dense ball, two palms suddenly close ten. In an instant, the dazzling streamer emerged from his palm.

Hum, an inch sharp sword tip, emerged from the halo. It slowly rises in the air and brings out the body of the sad God sword which is covered with terrible thunder. Hong Ling raised her hands slightly. The God of sorrow rose from between his arms, and with a violent force, he fought with Zhao Yu's spear.

The complacent Zhao Yu was shocked at this moment. Even though he had already known that Hong Ling was good at sword control, in his opinion, controlling ten long swords was the limit of this matchless son. What he didn't expect was that what he had guessed was totally wrong. The maximum number of imperial swords is not ten at all. So, where is his limit?

At this time, the two heavenly instruments are in constant deadlock. Zhao Yu's spear was blessed by his strength. At this time, he slowly lowered Hongling's sword. Although this speed is very slow, it can let him take the initiative in the war situation."Hongling, the matchless son of the world, is this what you call the backhand of sending me to the netherworld?" Zhao Yu sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

On the tip of the sword, there is a crack on the edge of the spear. This seems to have produced a butterfly effect. On the basis of the first one, several cracks spread to the whole body of the sad sword. Zhao Yu roared and doubled the strength of the spear. Bang, the God of sorrow burst. At the moment, the cyclone above the void is also crushed by ten long swords.

Zhao Yu's body shape fell rapidly towards Hongling again. He and his spear are in one, just like a meteorite falling into the sky. The brilliant heavenly power makes him look like a critical God. However, Hong Ling was not too alarmed. He stretched out his left hand and opened his hand to Zhao Yu in the void. There was a dense flow of time and space in his palm.

"Time and space, still!" The tone of the youth is very gentle, but Zhao Yu, who had fallen rapidly, was born and hovered in the void at this moment. His consciousness, his Qi, his destiny and magic tools seem to have been lost in the long river of time and space, without a trace of flowing trend.

Hong Ling's right hand towards the void in the ten long swords suddenly grasp, immediately toward the bottom of the merciless pull. Hum, ten huge swords with a size of 100 Zhang turned over and fell down at this moment. They quickly become one in the void and shrink in size. Soon, a three foot long sad sword, flashing chaos halo, suddenly fell towards the bottom.

The empty space frozen by the law of time and space in Hongling's left hand slowly emerges with cracks. Obviously, although he could temporarily freeze the space and time in the ten directions of heaven by using the power of two heavenly magic weapons, he could not keep Zhao Yu in the realm of Tianming emperor for a long time. At this time, the peerless Tianjiao seems to have a tendency to break through time and space.

"Well, break through the frozen void? It's a good idea, but it's too late! " Hong Ling sneered and locked her eyes.

Bang, the frozen void is broken, and Zhao Yu's figure still falls rapidly. And his power, at this moment, is also released to the extreme. The sword of the God of sorrow, which confronts with the spear, crumbles. Zhao Yu's spear was about to hit Hong Ling's body, and his eyes even had a smile of victory. He did not know that at the moment when time and space were frozen, the sword of God of sorrow in the void had already taken the step of the God of death.

Hiss! A streamer flashed, leaving a ferocious blood hole in Zhao Yu's back heart. At this moment, his original powerful Qi Qi machine was broken. Boom! Dark gold streamer into the ground, an instant with a loud noise. In the smoke and dust all over the sky. Hongling held the spear and stopped Zhao Yu's attack.

"How could I, how could I, die in the hands of a lowly man like you!" Zhao Yu's tone is weak. The blood hole on his chest, filled with a dark gold corrosive force, is rapidly expanding at this time. Soon, the celestial pride was corrupted by the dark golden power.

"Nothing is impossible. When I said I would kill you, I would kill you. What can you do? " Hong Ling looked at the clean void in front of her eyes, and then looked at the fighting spear which was constantly struggling. On her hands, she quickly gathered a dark golden thunder and suppressed the fierce spear.

"Zhao Yu, he's dead!" Aoqin looks at Hong Ling with horror on his face, and his eyes are full of fear.

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