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At the moment, many Tianjiao of big Chu stood in the sad sword array, staring at everything outside, and his eyes were full of incredible color. Their royal highness, the matchless son of the great Chu, is indeed a recognized evil spirit. I didn't expect that the beauty around him and that demon dog was also the generation of unruly.

The Tianjiao from the upper world, no matter from which point of view, their details and strength are far above his highness Shizi and his companions. However, no one thought that the boy in white had never seen them in the eye. It seems that it is absolutely impossible for Hong Ling to bow down.

Gudu, a big Chu Tianjiao hard to swallow saliva, lenglengleng looking at the void in the war. For a long time, he asked with a wry smile: "little princess, childe Ye Ying, childe Liu Huan, do you say, your highness, can they defeat these monsters of Sima family in the upper world?"

As soon as this speech comes out, it is the three people of Hong Jin who are used to the wind and rain and frown at the moment. Although they hope that Hong Ling and others can defeat Sima Jin and his party, the possibility is very slim in the face of absolute inside information gap. Especially the third son of the Sima family, although he is arrogant, he does have arrogant capital.

Hong Jin three people at this time can not rashly make a conclusion, can only choose silence. This move, let everybody face slightly a Lin. Can't even the three most powerful of them claim the victory or defeat of the war? This is a very terrible thing. After all, the fighting power of the incomparable sons and others is just chasing after the heaven's destiny. Is this strength not enough to win the war?

Boom! A huge sound reverberated between heaven and earth, but Hongling and situ Ye suddenly separated at the moment. Two people's breath, become a bit of vanity. The tiger mouth of the young man with a gun was cracked by life, and the blood stained his knuckles. Even the gun shaft of overlord gun, which is carved with complicated lines, is moistened by blood.

Hong Ling frowned slightly and stared at situ Ye. There is no doubt that the two people just had a fierce fight, who can not help who. However, he has no time to waste here. Su Yu and Bai Su are in a bitter battle at the moment, which makes him very anxious. What's more, the steamed buns who fought with Sima Jin didn't seem to be able to suppress the third young master of Sima.

"We can't reserve any more. The reason why situ Ye is so bold and fearless is that all the people who came to Sima at the moment have not arrived in Qi. If they contact other upper Tianjiao, I'm afraid our situation will be very dangerous! A quick battle and a quick decision, no more delay! " Thinking of this, Hong Ling suddenly opened up his own ten Heaven regions and the fire regions of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror.

Boom! An unprecedented frenzy of Qi, instantly filled the void. The superposition of the ten directions of heaven and the fire area of Yanhuang made the breath of Hongling soar by an order of magnitude at this moment. At this time, he was very close to the ghost fairyland. However, it is difficult to step into it.

"Oh? Finally, I can't help it. Are you going to try your best? " Situ Ye looked at Hong Ling with great interest, and his face was full of smile. He fought with this matchless son of Chu for a long time, but he didn't get any advantage. Now this son will enhance the strength of the whole body, he would like to see, where is the upper limit of the youth's strength!

Without hesitation, situ Ye's mouth turned up and awakened the spirit of the magic weapon in his hand. He used the body of the holy land to urge a magic weapon of ghost fairyland, and the whole person broke out with incomparable prestige. The violent power made him step into the level of ghost fairyland in this moment.

Sensing the rapid consumption of his own gas engine, situ Ye frowned. After all, the magic weapon of destiny in his hand is just ordinary ghost Immortal Emperor's tool. Although strong enough, it takes a lot of Qi to wake it up completely. If the long sword in his hand is a magic weapon of heaven, it will definitely not be so hard.

The breath of situ Ye stepping into the ghost fairyland is like the raging waves of the sea, which makes Hong Ling look slightly grim. This powerful upper world Tianjiao is really too terrible. If you want to kill him, the difficulty is far more than when he killed Sikong Sheng. Moreover, this person's cultivation is still above Sikong Sheng. The power that he can break out is far from that of Sikong. The power gap between the two is not above one level at all.

After biting his teeth, Hongling accelerated the operation of the formula of "Ba Shen Jue" and "Dou Zhan Shen Jue". He poured into the tyrant gun with blood color and genuine Qi, which promoted his power from half step imperial weapon to the acme of fairyland. The more powerful his eyes were, the more powerful his eyes were.

"Situ ye, there is only one person left between you and me in today's World War I. Therefore, if you dare to reserve, you will die here! " Hongling's long gun was slightly raised, and the front of the gun pointed directly at situ ye, who was constantly surging with air, and said in a cold voice.

"Well, you are confident. However, in my opinion, the dead can only be you! What do you want to fight with me Si Tu Ye snorted coldly and raised his long sword, which was regarded as a response to Hongling.

He didn't waste time. His accomplishments poured into the blade and ignited the gorgeous and mysterious veins on the long Dao. Bang! White flame, spread over the long knife. Where the fire went, it turned situ Ye's Qi into cold Dao Qi. However, even though he has made all the preparations, the celestial pride still dare not underestimate his opponent.Although Hongling was at the peak of the fairyland of heaven, the sense of crisis he brought to situ Ye was not inferior to the monk in the ghost fairyland. Such intuition, let this celestial pride look slightly awe inspiring. After he stepped into the ghost fairyland, he could see a trace of his fate in the dark, so this intuition could not be wrong.

"Can Hong Ling, the matchless son of the world, even in the realm of heaven's destiny, be able to challenge the higher level?" Frightened by his bold ideas, situ Ye suddenly suppressed his mind and did not dare to think too much. He took a knife flower with his long knife. At the moment when the light of the knife fell, he threw forward a flame with a chill.

Brush! The throat of the white throat is smooth. The cold feeling of the forest has frozen out a layer of frost on the broken earth. Situ Ye quietly looked at the land covered by frost and snow, and his eyes were full of pride. This cold flame, he spent a lot of energy, melting all his laws into one, then condensed it into ice fire. This is the capital he is proud of. Hongling has no such details at all.

Hum! What responds to this Dao Qi is a scarlet spear. The overlord gun burning with blood fire is like a dragon breaking into the sea and suddenly stabbing on the ice and fire sword. The tyrannical Qi machine directly smashes it.

Hongling smashed the knife awn of situ ye with one shot. Before he had time to celebrate, the void in front of him suddenly cracked. His face changed, his toes were a little above the ground, and he wanted to retreat quickly. However, it was in vain. Hum! His whole body was directly shrouded by the terrible Dao Qi, which was accompanied by the fierce momentum. The vast sword meaning constantly washes out the fire armor which is transformed into the mirror of Yan Huang emperor, and cuts it out of the ferocious blade marks.

Boom! At the moment, the young man's body quickly threw back and plowed out a terrible gully ten feet wide and one hundred feet long. And his armor and robe were almost completely broken. Scarlet blood, gushing from the dense wounds, made his chest look bloody.

Poof! Hong Ling suddenly spits out a mouthful of dead blood and stares at situ ye in front of her. Fast, it's too fast. Even if he had sensed the sudden Dao Qi in the void in advance, his body had no way to escape. The fighting power of this celestial pride has risen to an indescribable height after the breath has been lifted to ghost fairyland.

It seems that he did not move after throwing out the ice fire Sabre at will, but Hongling was able to capture the subtle tremor of his long knife with great divine consciousness. It was this weak concussion force that he created such a terrible storm of Dao Qi in the void with his secret method, which was beyond defense.

"What's the incomparable son of the world, Hong Ling? In my opinion, you really can't afford to be called this matchless name. Well, as I said, you can only die. Now it seems that what I said is true. It's a pity that you can't even block my knife. It's too useless! I think there is no need to fight between us. You can either do it yourself, or you can give your woman to the third young master, and then you can get rid of it

Situ Ye looked at Hong Ling contemptuously, and lifted his chin. In fact, his seemingly random strike has already used all his strength. Although looking at the light, but its own consumption is amazing. However, to his surprise, the matchless son Hongling didn't die after completely bearing the terrible blow. How could this be possible?

In situ Ye's opinion, even if someone had been protected by heaven's magic weapons in fairyland, Hong Ling would never have survived. However, he actually survived, only with serious injuries. But what's going on here? Up to now, he has never found anyone with a lower level of cultivation than him, who can survive the attack of the sword just now. This matchless son, there is a ghost in him!

Once again, he vomited out a mouthful of dead blood silted up in his chest. With his spear on his back, Hong Ling stood up trembling. His eyes closed slightly, and a dense blood mist suddenly formed on his body. Originally split ferocious blood, in the fog under the cover of rapid contraction and healing. And he had a certain sense of decay, but also became strong again.

"Situ ye, I have to admit that the killing move you just made was really strong. The monks in fairyland of ordinary people, even the monks of ghost fairyland of your own level, will definitely fall down in spite of this attack. But I advise you not to be happy too soon. I, Hongling, the matchless son of great Chu, is not an ordinary friar of destiny

Hong Ling gently wiped off the blood from the corners of her mouth and said calmly, as if she were telling a very common thing. But his action of indifference and lightness of the wind made situ Ye's eyebrows rise.

So far, this matchless son of a lifetime, is still hard to defend his face? It's really ridiculous and pathetic. He Hongling is not an ordinary monk. Is it possible that Si Tuye, who is not named Tianjiao of Sima family in the upper world, has disappeared?

Brush! He threw out a blade of ice and fire again, and situ Ye was even too lazy to respond to Hong Ling's words. It is true that there is some backbone in the face of death, but in the eyes of the master, it is no different from dying. In that case, why bother talking?

Hum! The sound of intense metal buzz reverberates between the heaven and the earth. It is also a bloody shadow. The gun comes out like a dragon and smashes the white ice and fire sword. At the moment, Hongling, with her eyes closed, is letting go of her left hand holding the gun and holding her hand in the void. Bang! A bloody barrier was opened from his palm, and a bloody flame appeared on it, blocking the youth's body.Chuckle! The void split again, just like the sword awn shot out by a swarm of bees. At the moment, it is carrying the terrible sword intention and pounding hard on the bloody barrier. Situ Ye looked at Hongling's barrier with some disdain. His face was full of scorn. With such thin walls as cicada wings, do you want to stop a ghost Immortal Emperor realm master's all-out attack? This matchless son of a generation, is not crazy!

However, the next moment, situ Ye's face became very gloomy. Because he was shocked to find that his own knife air storm was blocked by the barrier. In other words, the terrible sword light was swallowed up by the barrier, or even refined. And the root of all this seems to be the power of the blood law that pervades it.

Si Tu Ye didn't believe in evil, and continued to throw out several more terrible swords. However, when he looked forward with hope that the barrier would be broken, he was shocked to find that all the swords were like a sea of stone, which was perfectly resisted and dissolved by the barrier. This time, the immortal Tianjiao was finally shocked. In this world, can friars support such a powerful defense barrier in fairyland?

Boom! Holding a long spear, Hong Ling's eyes opened at the moment, and a blood red array suddenly opened under her feet, which outlined the mysterious veins and totems. The blood colored lotus blossoms quietly in the void above the array. Tens of thousands of layers of petals turn round and round, and then wither. These gorgeous fall red, at the moment by the tyrant God determined strong Qi engine traction, constantly attached to the overlord gun.

The flashing red metal gun rod, after absorbing the blood lotus petals, suddenly rose up a series of strange blood fire. The flames slowly spread out and joined, enveloping the whole gun in the flames. And the big array under Hongling's feet, driven by the flame, turned slowly.

Boom! A law tide suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, accompanied by a terrible spiritual storm. The power of these powerful laws of destiny is pouring into the spears of young people's hands, and their power has been raised to an inestimable peak. Such power made everyone present tremble. Si Tu Ye was the first to bear the brunt, and his mind changed greatly.

Hong Ling's spear swung slightly in his hand, and then he took the gun to the eye of the array. Boom! The huge bloody array was suddenly crushed by his foot, and those complicated veins and totems were smashed one after another at the moment. A huge ripple rippled around, making the original bright blood lotus withered one after another.

The sound of a violent sonic boom reverberates between the heaven and the earth, and Hongling's body has now burst out towards situ Ye. The petals all over the sky are whirled by the law tide and spiritual storm, forming a huge sky curtain behind the youth. At the moment, he was a man and a gun, and his spirit and spirit were all poured into the gun. He had a solemn and stirring domineering spirit.

Sensing that fearless and powerful, situ ye took the knife in his hand and injected his Qi into the blade completely. He has no way to avoid it at the moment, so he can only choose hard hitting. Hong Ling's shot completely locked his retreat. Once he chooses to retreat, he can only be met by death.

Hum! The fierce sword posture, and the huge gun awn mercilessly collide together. In an instant, a violent wave broke out. White and blood two different kinds of flame rapidly interweave, instant explosion. All over the sky of fire toward the surrounding flow out, red and white fire spread all over the void.

The ground that had already been broken under the feet of the two people was shocked by the impact of their boundless destiny. Those thousands of feet of the size of the cracks, instant spray out of hot magma. The terrible collision of destiny law makes the rosefinch's nest change. Tianjiao, the two sides who originally fought each other, had to stop the confrontation because of its influence.

Poof! The sound of the sharp weapon piercing the skin sounded, and immediately there was a vague shadow, which fell slowly in the storm of the tide of heaven and earth. Hum! A desolate Sorcerer's sad voice sounded, which made the monks on both sides tremble. Who on earth fell down, which made the spirits of heaven's magic tools mourn for it.

The storm gradually subsided, and when the heaven and earth returned to Qingming, they finally saw situ ye, who was half kneeling with a long knife. In front of him, Hong Ling was still standing still with a long gun in hand. And his spear, at the moment, is stabbing at the throat of the celestial pride, maintaining his frail and tired body from falling down.

Later generations have said that in this war, the matchless son of the great Chu killed Sima's Tianjiao again, which was named as the battlefield of moving gods.

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