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The most brilliant and bloody flame poured down from the scythe with long handle ghost head, and the supernatural ghost fire blade was cut off in the air. Such a powerful blow showed the power of Gongsun ye, the apostle of the seventh Yanjun in Fengdu, incisively and vividly. He was the eighth apostle Dongfang Yu who was on the other side of the battle. All his offensive activities were also eclipsed before this cut.

Slightly raised his head, let the warm pupil reflect the bloody knife light. The matchless son quickly took a sword flower with the sad sword in his hand, and instantly raised the sickle toward the fallen ghost head. The dark gold sword, with its inscriptions burning at the moment, meets Gongsun Ye's artifact of transforming Tao.

Keng! The deafening sound of metal strike rippled between heaven and earth. Violent air waves and sound waves surged around, making the void vibrate endlessly.

The figure of Hongling, the matchless son of the Tang Dynasty, was suppressed by birth at this time, but soon stabilized. He was dressed in a dark gold robe, with a faint light of fire, hunting under the wind of his breath. The mysterious celestial mark on his body, which had already been extremely complicated, increased its density by two points at this time.

"It's really powerful, Lord Gongsun Ye! It's just the seventh apostle, but your power has surpassed most of the Taoists after releasing the destructive power At this time, Hong Ling still used his sword to resist the scythe, which was surrounded by blood and ghost fire, but a huge storm of law gradually formed all over his body.

The blazing dark gold flame, at this time quickly condensed into a huge whirlpool, burst out the scorching heat wave. The source of this flame is the destructive ripple that Hong Ling's feet are whirling around. They quickly outline the dark golden lines of the heavenly way, solidifying the shadow of the Yan Huang Emperor's mirror bit by bit.

"The second heavenly artifact!" Gongsun Ye stares at the Yan Huang emperor mirror at Hong Ling's feet, with a dignified look. "I didn't expect that you Hongling is only the tenth apostle, and you can control two heavenly tools at the same time!"

"Mr. Gongsun, I'm flattered! If I can't control these two heavenly tools, I'll have to fall into your hands today Hong Ling slightly lowered her eyebrows, and her eyes were gradually covered with a layer of dark golden light. She said in a cold voice, "the apostles are so directed at me, a new tenth apostle. I think the person who can please you must be a very high-ranking apostle!"

Silence, no one seems willing to answer Hongling's words. Even looking at Zhao Yueyin, who was extremely weird, he didn't want to say more at this time. Obviously, they have scruples. In other words, the one behind them makes them unable to have any idea of betrayal.

Whew! Countless sharp ice and snow arrows tore the air again and shot towards Hongling. And in that cold snow storm, there is also a ray of scarlet edge. At the moment of their attack, Yan Fu's pen also completed a new memorial ceremony, integrating all the inscriptions directly into the storm.

"Lord Hongling, as a dying man, why do you know so much?" Dongfang Yu smiles, and the bowstring of the long bow in his hand is still trembling slightly. As long as the unparalleled son dares to take the attack, then the hidden killing moves will explode into a terrifying momentum.

"Dead?" Hong Ling raised an eyebrow, "how can a person like me die?"

He shook his right arm, and in an instant he shocked the God of sorrow with a powerful force of robbery, and broke open Gongsun Ye's ghost scythe. Before the storm comes, the matchless son of the world has already raised his sword to the sky. The mysterious inscriptions are lit up from the handle of the God of mercy along the ridge of the sword, releasing a great sword meaning. Originally around Hongling flame cyclone, at this time suddenly rapidly twisted, flying into the air and standing.

The sword whirled slightly, and Hongling suddenly chopped it forward. The dark gold blade quickly cuts through the void and throws a huge half moon sword Qi forward. He suddenly locked his pupil at the moment when the sword Qi shot out. In a flash, the flame dragon standing in the air roared and ran forward rapidly.

Boom! The dark golden sword Qi was born to resist the storm of ice and snow. Before the two are separated, the roaring dark golden dragon has already hit the wind and snow. With such a swift strike, many arrows hidden in the snow storm melted rapidly.

"Break it for me!" At this time, a soft and angry drink suddenly sounded from the storm, and immediately the bloody spear light up rapidly.

Hiss! A sharp point of the gun instantly tore open the body of the fire dragon, life will cut it from the beginning to the end. Zhao Yueyin, who was shot out of his body rapidly, was still shooting towards Hongling, breathing heavily at the moment. He hid in the wind and snow in order to find a chance to destroy the tenth apostle.

At the moment, countless bloody inscriptions and the red man under the ninth Yanjun's seat shot out at the same time, straight to the matchless son holding the sword. The power of Yan Fu's pen, combined with Zhao Yueyin and his weapon, is enough to hit any powerful person in the world.

"It's hard to handle!" Hong Ling murmured, then let go of the sword.

The matchless son didn't pay attention to Zhao Yueyin, but quickly folded his hands and pushed forward. In a flash, the sad sword in the air was driven by his powerful palm power and shot out towards Zhao Yueyin.

Keng! The blade of the sword and the tip of the gun collide, and at the same time, it shakes out a strong air wave. Zhao Yueyin's two hands and palms, which were pushed back from the long pole, scraped a layer of blood skin, which made him frown slightly. He did not expect that Hong Ling, the tenth apostle, would have such a powerful blow. If it had not been for Yan Fu's sacrifice, he would have been defeated."Lord Zhao Yueyin, do you dare to be distracted when you fight with me?" The ear suddenly spreads the incomparable son's ridicule sound, immediately throat suddenly a pain.

Zhao Yueyin, dressed in red, only had time to capture the fuzzy palm that touched his back neck. His neck had already been fried. He didn't even find any trace of Hongling's movement. He had already smashed his back neck with his palm.

Zhao Yueyin, whose body was separated, fell from the void at this time. Before he landed, his body, which radiated a bloody halo, had been directly shattered by a powerful force emerging out of thin air. All over the sky, shredded meat scattered in the four directions, and then ignited by the flame. Soon, the red man under the seat of the ninth Yanjun was killed by Shengsheng town on the spot.

Hum! The spear, which has lost its host, is now warbling to escape. However, Hong Ling only slightly raised her hand and patted it. With a bang, the snatch was also broken. Even the celestial mark on it is rapidly collapsing.

"Yueyin!" Zhao Yuesheng's shrill voice suddenly came from a distance, with an incredible meaning.

Although the monks in the realm of Taoism will not die completely, it is almost impossible to be reborn in a short time after being killed by the powerful man of heaven. Her brother Zhao Yueyin was killed by the tenth apostle Hongling in an instant, and even his marks of heaven were destroyed. He wants to revive, do not know how long it will take!

"Well?" Hong Ling suddenly looked at her arm, saw the bloody smoke on it, and frowned slightly. He thought a move, with a powerful force to stimulate the inner circle of heaven, a bloody inscription shock out of the body.

"Yan Fu pen from the eighth Yanluo hall, it seems that your strength is very strong!" Hong Ling looked at the many blood inscriptions in the air and quickly reached out to point them out.

Bang bang bang! One by one, the characters with blood light are constantly collapsing under the fingers of the matchless son, which makes Yan Fu's pen chatter endlessly. Obviously, each of these sacrificial rites written by it is closely related to it. Once destroyed, it will also have a serious impact on this Daoist artifact.

"How strong is Zhao Yueyin, the tenth Yanjun's disciple, killed in a flash?" At this time, Dongfang Yu stood shoulder to shoulder with gongsunye, and Yan Fu's pen was releasing a powerful force. At this time, he stared at Hong Ling and murmured, "is it hard to say that this person's strength has surpassed you and me, and is it hard to catch up with the top high-ranking apostles?"

"Although Zhao Yueyin is not an apostle, his father is the tenth emperor of the last generation. His elder sister is an apostle under the seat of Yan Huan, the ninth emperor of Yan. He is also a person whom Yan Huan likes. His strength can absolutely compete with the low-level apostles. But such a force could be killed instantly. Obviously, the strength of this tenth apostle is no less than that of the top five in rank! "

Gongsun Ye pondered, his hand shaking slightly with the scythe. Obviously, even he didn't understand how a new tenth apostle could have such terrible power. Faced with two apostles who were higher than him, he was able to kill Zhao Yueyin, a master of heaven and God realm, against Yan Fu's pen.

"This may be the monsters in Yan Jun's large population, who can compete with those demons in heaven!" At this time, the eighth apostle was dignified and knew that his party had been kicked on the iron plate. He thought he had overestimated the power of the matchless son, but obviously, it was a fatal mistake.

"Why, don't you start?" Hongling lifted her arms slightly, and in an instant, she condensed ten swords in the void. Different laws of each system are constantly generated from the empty air. With the blessing of the looting force, all the swords are wound together.

"Together, we must kill him! Otherwise, if the force goes further in the future, you and I will be crushed to death by him Gongsun ye and Dongfang Yu looked at each other, and the man burst out with a sickle. The wound on the palm of his hand has a continuous flow of blood, feeding the magic tool in his hand, and lifting its edge to the extreme.

Dongfang Yu stretched out his hand in the wind and snow all over his body and instantly condensed three ice and snow arrows. He quickly opened his bow and set up the arrow. With a bang, he shot the arrow at Hongling. At the moment when the ice arrow left the string, he locked his pupils, and in the wind and snow accompanied by the arrow, a sharp bow string was formed.

"Well, it seems to be forced to hurry up!" Hong Ling looked at the ghost scythe, reached for the front and bent his fingers.

Bang! At this time, he ejected the long sword, which was entangled with the law of the water system, and blasted away at the attacking gongsunye. At this time, the water vapor around the body rapidly condensed into countless pieces of dark ice. They howled, and the broken sky shrouded them, which made the seventh Yanjun's disciples look very frightened.

Click! CLICK! The cold frost instantly froze the scythe. Even the bloody ghost fire on the blade was imprisoned. When this artifact was completely frozen, the ice sword had already wiped the scythe. In his sorrow, Sun Ye's eyes pierced through the empty chest.

The screeching fragments of the dark ice rushed in, cutting the hanging Gongsun Yesheng into pieces. Even the frozen ghost scythe was beaten to powder. The fate of this powerful seventh apostle is no different from that of Zhao Yueyin, who was killed before.

"Lord Dongfang, you and Yan Fu are the only ones left!" Looking at the storm, Hong Ling turned to snap his fingers. In an instant, the burning God of sadness in the remaining nine Bing sword has burst out rapidly. It brings a blazing flame storm, with the storm of ice and snow storm to storm hard together.Boom! All the ice and snow arrows melt in an instant, but the strong bowstring inside is not broken. They quickly wrapped the burning sad sword, trying to crush it. However, the next moment, Hong Ling suddenly flashed and put his hand on the sword. Bang bang bang! Innumerable silk thread is broken instantly, not even a trace is left.

"It's your turn to die, my Lord Hong Ling looks at the East Yu whose face is astonished and suddenly locks the pupil.

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