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Boom! The tyrannical force tore the whole sky apart, and then condensed countless powerful sword meanings. The matchless son turned from white to dark gold, hunting in the wind. At this time, he stood in the air, and released a great pressure on the sad sword in his hand.

At this time, a breath which was quite different from the other Taoist realms below was dormant in his body, making the whole sky mobilized by him. The power of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror completely covered his body at this moment and completely defended it. Its strong defense, so that the incomparable son Hongling full of confidence.

The strongest of these people below is the fifth apostle shangguanyou. As for the relationship between Gongsun ye and Zhao Yuesheng, he did not pay attention to it. Even Yan Fu's pen, which is the peak of Daoism, is not afraid. After he stepped into nirvana, his own strength was no longer the same as before. Naturally, he had capital to be proud of many apostles.

"Ha ha! It is said that the tenth apostle, like Yan Jun Su Mo, was contemptuous. Now it seems that it is. Such a guy, if he doesn't make a good beating, he is afraid that he will damage the face of our top ten Yama halls if he goes out of Fengdu in the future

At this time, Dongfang Yu was holding a long bow, and the Tiandao notch on his body constantly awakened the power of this Dao transforming artifact, and burst out a strong and icy breath to the extreme. He was based on the law of the ice system, and naturally released the strongest force without hesitation.

"Lan Nian, how do you deal with Zhao Yuesheng! Be careful. The strength of this woman is still above you, and her magic weapons are not weak! " Hong Ling pondered for a while, and then said to Mulan Xiang, "Lord Mulan, the fifth apostle shangguanyou will be handed over to you! His cultivation is a little weaker than you, but if his blood is awakened, he will be equal to you. So don't be careless

Quickly allocated their opponents, Hongling looked at the rest of the people. In addition to Yan Fu's pen, gongsunye and dongfangyu were more powerful than Zhao Yueyin. They are not weak in the way they are. Even if he wakes up the power of nirvana in his body, the matchless son of the world still finds it hard to cope with it.

"Lord Hongling, are you sure you can deal with these guys?" Mulan Xiang and LAN Nian looked at the tenth apostle in white with some worries, and their hearts had already sprouted a sense of retreat. There are only three people on their side, but the number of each other is more than that. Once the conflict breaks out completely, I'm afraid it will suffer a lot.

"Now is not the time to say that. Remember, don't leave your hands. Otherwise, we will all be killed here today! " Hong Ling exhaled a long breath of turbid air and turned to lock the pupil again. In an instant, the emptiness of his whole body is faintly covered with dark golden marks of the heavenly way, and the virtual shadow emerges.

"Up! Kill the tenth apostle first. As long as you kill this person, Mulan Xiang and LAN Nian will not be a problem! " The Oriental emperor grinned grimly and shot out a cold arrow. At the moment, the spinning ice arrow, with the force of wind and snow, quickly broke through the void barrier, and instantly arrived in front of Hong Ling.

Hum! Suddenly, there was a clear sword chant between heaven and earth. In an instant, there was a dark gold sword like aurora, which quickly condensed into a sad sword. Without waiting for Hongling to control it, the sword has already shot out rapidly, crushing the ice arrow directly. But it's just the beginning, because there's a more aggressive attack to come.

"Jie Jie, Lord Hongling, we can calculate the account outside the guard array of hell!" Gongsun Ye screamed strangely at this time, and quickly condensed the burning long handle Ghost Head sickle. Under the guidance of the plunging force, the burning flame marks all over his body constantly overlapped with this Dao transforming artifact, making its sharp edge flourish.

Hiss! The huge sickle cut through the sky, as if to cut Hongling in two. The blazing Sabre Qi overlaps with the smelly corpse gas and turns into a dark green ghost fire. Under its blessing, the power of the ghost scythe suddenly rose to the extreme of the realm of Huadao.

"Time and space, imprisonment!"

Hongling suddenly locks the pupil, and in an instant there is a layer of temporal and spatial rules, rippling around, covering the whole void. The ghost scythe cut from the sky suddenly fell into the mire and was bound in the void by life. Without waiting for the incomparable son to wave his sword back, the scarlet edge was shooting at his abdomen.

"Lord Hongling, your strength is beyond our imagination!" Zhao Yueyin grinned grimly, and his pale face was attached by the bloody marks, which made him look extremely strange. The other man's gun was united. At this time, he burst out, and all he wanted was to hit the tenth apostle with one blow.

"There are more things you can't imagine, Lord Zhao Yueyin!" Hongling slightly pick eyebrows, the long sword in hand has already swept forward, when the sound of a bloody gunpoint knock open. He did not look at the ghost scythe falling out of the law of time and space, but took a step to the left, and instantly escaped the powerful blow.

Crash! The matchless son of the world is trying to cope with the joint attack of the three masters. Suddenly, there is a sound of heavy chain dragging between heaven and earth. Yan Fu's pen, which was originally quietly suspended in the air, is now carved with dark green jade, and constantly presents a series of mysterious marks of heaven.

At this moment, chains emerge out of thin air, and they are manipulated to write down a memorial ceremony emitting strange blood light in the void. These inscriptions from the ancient times, each word contains a powerful force. In their complete condensation of the moment, between heaven and earth suddenly congealed with a sharp dark green silk thread."This is the cause and effect thread of heaven! Damn it, Yan Fu's pen has such a strange way to attack

As soon as Hong Ling sensed the silk thread emerging in the void, he was slightly surprised. He had faced the power of cause and effect before, and knew that it was very similar to the wish power of the Buddhist nunnery. And it's hard to escape such a force. There is no way to avoid it directly except to defeat it with strong cultivation.

The thought move, instantly triggered the heaven between heaven and earth has already existed in the circuit. Hongling constantly mobilized the strong Yin and Yang rule in the void, and rolled it towards the heavenly causal line. If he wants to deal with these things, he can only mobilize the power of yin and Yang Law.

The power of other laws in hell is too thin. And the law of yin and Yang is the most powerful force that he can mobilize at present. With the blessing of the plunging force, these laws will surely be able to break out the shocking power. As for the other rules, they can only be accumulated slowly.

Boom! The law of yin and Yang instantly collides with the thread of cause and effect, and a violent explosion breaks out. When Hong Ling came back to the gods, the memorial ceremony, which was full of blood light, had been shaken to pieces. But Yan Fu's pen, still dragged by the chain, wrote a new memorial ceremony again.

"It's really powerful. I can face the joint efforts of our three great realms and deal with the attack of Yan Fu's pen. The strength of this tenth apostle seems to have been greatly underestimated by many people! " At this time, Dongfang Yu's eyes are burning at Hongling, and there are countless strong scratches on his bright yellow robe.

The strength of the eighth apostle, when these marks were separated, had an indisputable weakness. However, the power of the long bow in his hand, the frozen ice arrow, has more than doubled. He suddenly pulled the long bow full, and the whole person was like a swan flapping its wings to fly.

Bang bang bang! The sound of three strings fell in an instant, and immediately there were three arrows filled with ice and cold disaster, carrying a powerful ice storm and rapidly drowning the matchless son of the world. The powerful blow was Gongsun ye, who did not dare to contact him at this time.

"Inflamed!" Hong Ling slightly raised her left hand and bent her finger forward. Her fingertip made a tiny ripple in the void. This ripple is rapidly vibrating, and has evolved into layers of red fire law. When it has absorbed enough plunder power, there is a flash of blazing edge.

In a flash, there are powerful ripples of flame law in the whole world, which are broken by the rapidly generated sword. The sword of pathetic God, which was burning with fire, roared towards the snow storm. In an instant, the two hit each other at the same time, breaking out a strong to the extreme air waves.

Boom! The cold water vapor and blazing flame ripple completely lock up the whole void. When Dongfang Yu tried to set up his bow and arrow again, he caught a ray of sword light in the corner of his eye.

Hiss! The voice of flesh and blood sounded, and a sharp sword pierced the eighth apostle's chest, and then came out of his heart. The scarlet and gorgeous blood flower, exploding between heaven and earth, was frozen into a layer of red frost. The blood cream, beautiful and desolate.

The corner of the mouth of the Eastern Emperor was bleeding continuously. He was staring at the tenth Apostle who was still holding the sword in the distance. His eyes were full of horror. When did the tenth apostle throw the sword out? With such a powerful blow, why could he not catch any trace as the eighth apostle?

"Hum!" Hong Ling snorted coldly, ignoring the Oriental Yu who quickly healed his wounds. This man is only the eighth apostle, and he is only a little better than Zhao Yueyin. He is a matchless son. Now he is not even afraid of the fifth and sixth apostles. Just one eighth apostle, how much storm can he make? It's a pity that he can't spare now, or he will kill him on the spot.

"Be careful, this man is more powerful than before!" Gongsun Ye was drinking a lot at the moment, and suddenly sacrificed the burning ghost scythe in his hand. Seeing that the magic tool of transforming the Tao quickly soared into the air, he clenched his fist. Hiss! Sharp nails into the flesh and blood, the palm puncture out of the blood.

As soon as the scarlet blood flowed out, it was engulfed by the huge sickle. Seeing that the ghost fire on it turned blood red, the seventh apostle suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed hard at Hongling. In a flash, the huge ghost scythe was cut off again, and its power was more than ten times stronger than before.

"Die, Hongling, the tenth Yanjun's disciple!"

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