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"How can it be possible to kill a master in the realm of Taiyi Shenjun with one sword? What kind of monster is he that can do this?"

On the sky, Fei Lian slowly took back his spear and looked at the blood dyed red in the whole kingdom of gods. In an instant, he looked awe inspiring, and even his breath became disordered.

The wind god of ancient times just took advantage of Hongling and Xia Hou Ying to defeat the left half of this matchless son with a gun, but he still failed to stop him from killing the second disciple of Yanjun in Fengdu. This is really a shocking thing.

"The shot just now is my best shot since I was born again. How could I not kill him, a little disciple of the tenth Yanjun, and what level of the awakened dragon's blood is? How could it be so terrible!"

Taking a deep breath, Fei Lian looked at Hong Ling in horror. His heart was full of fear. He had a very keen intuition. If he didn't leave the Kingdom soon, he might fall here again!

Hum, the Chi God halberd, who lost its master, kept ringing and trembling at this time, trying to burst out a powerful force to break through the kingdom of God. However, it was in vain.

Hong Ling just took a look at the halberd, and immediately took his sword and chopped it fiercely. With the sound of his pawn, he cut it into two pieces, which made the powerful magic weapon whine. In an instant, it was constantly torn up by the powerful God Xi from the ten thousand Zhang Kingdom, and finally turned into a part of the kingdom of God.

"Lord Feilian, I think we can make a good calculation now. You can continue to hurt me!"

Turning back the Xianjian, Hongling turned to look at Feilian, the ancient god of wind. The Dragon scales on his body were constantly breaking out into terrible dragon power, which made his God Xi all become violent.

"Well, today I'm Feilian and I recognize planting. Lord Hongling, you and I might as well give up and treat each other well."

Taking a deep breath, Feilian quickly converges the whole body of Shenxi, and wants to stop at this point, but he wants to be beautiful, but Hongling is not willing to let this person leave.

"Stop here? Mr. Feilian, are you taking too much for granted? Is it hard to do that? After I was wounded by someone at random, he said that he would give up and leave? "

With a cold hum, Hong Ling slowly raised the Xianxian sword in her hand and pointed the edge of the sword to the ancient wind god. His killing intention spread around like a tsunami, making the heaven and earth of the ten thousand Zhang Kingdom change.

"Do you really want to live forever?"

Fei Lian raised his head and looked at Hong Ling coldly. As an ancient god of wind, it was the biggest concession to be able to take the initiative to soften up. However, the young king of Taiyi, who did not give face, was really deceiving!

"Never die? Lord Fei Lian, do you think you have the qualification to keep me alive? "

With a sneer, Hong Ling stopped talking nonsense, and instead mobilized the power of the whole kingdom of God. She kept pushing her breath to the extreme, making the sky and earth full of dark gold.

"Arrogant, do you really think that killing a waste can ignore my will of flying cheap? If I were born in ancient times, I would kill you like killing a dog!"

No longer hide his intention to kill, Feilian quickly coagulates a terrible storm all over his body, making the sky and the earth full of wind blades constantly cutting through the void, which almost smashed many sword meanings in the vast kingdom of God.

Neither of the two strong men left their hands, but broke out their own strength to the extreme, making the kingdom of God torn apart by the aftershocks of their attack.

Brush, just like ghosts passing through the wilderness, burst out at the same time with Hongling and Feilian. The magic instruments in their hands were singing and shaking, which produced tremendous destructive power under the blessing of their respective gods.

There is a deafening sound of the sound of gold and iron ringing in it.

The flickering sparks make the dark and bright of some dark kingdom, and the wind and thunder interweave in it, which also makes people look at it.

Boom, a loud sound sounded again, and immediately there were two shadows hurling towards the rear. They smashed the earth into a deep crater, exposing the hot magma below.

Hongling stood up and vomited out a mouthful of dead blood. He forced himself to swallow the fishy and salty blood coming up from his throat again. The Dragon scales all over his body were filled with raging arc, making the world full of mighty dragon power.

Staggering to pick up the side of the gravel soil, Feilian a face dignified looking at Hong Ling, eyes full of awe inspiring color.

How long did it take him to fight with this man again, and he was directly hit by the other party. Although it was mutual, it was too abnormal!

"Well, you are still alive, Lord Feilian!"

Taking a glance at the ancient wind god who is even more embarrassed than himself, Hong Ling's eyes are full of disdain. If he strikes again, he is confident that he will no longer be able to straighten up, no matter who he is.

"Hum, why, I'm still alive. Are you very angry, Mr. Hongling?"

A cold hum, Fei Lian took a deep breath, and then he took the spear in his hand again, and the whole person burst out with incomparable powerful divine light.Bang, the gloomy storm is constantly tearing up the kingdom of God, intending to disintegrate the power of the matchless son Hongling, but this is only in vain. After all, they are in the realm of Taiyi Shenjun. Even if the strength of Feilian's explosion is strong, how can it easily shake the position blessed by Xianjian sword.

"Don't you admit your life? It seems that if you don't obliterate you, your resistance will not stop!"

After a cold look at Feilian, Hong Ling grabs the dragon claw of his left hand slightly. In an instant, he grabs the dark golden sad sword in the void. He then condenses the Yan Huang imperial mirror and slowly integrates it into it.

"It's the art of using both hands to control the sword again. Maybe you can deal with Xia Hou Ying's rubbish, but if you want to kill me Feilian, it's not enough!"

He bent down slightly to get ready. Feilian suddenly stepped into the air and burst out in front of him. The storm around him condensed into a haze sky behind him, which made the whole power system of the divine Kingdom collapse.

"I think you have misunderstood me, Mr. Feilian. I don't want to use the skill of controlling the sword with both hands, but the skill of using the sword to kill people easily."

After a little talk, Hong Ling suddenly combined the sad God sword and the trapped immortal sword, which made them constantly chirp and tremble. However, scarlet blood gushed out from the palms of his hands. Slowly, the two mutually exclusive swords merged into one and broke out a terrible sword chant.

The light of scarlet and dark gold surged on the newly born sword, which made its edge soar again at this moment, and made the face of Feilian, who just sensed the power of this sword, trembled.

"How could it be that different artifact could not be so perfectly integrated. How did he do it?"

Staring at the sword which is full of fury, Feilian is in a dilemma. But he has no time to think about it. He has mastered the powerful storm and stabbed the matchless son with a gun.

"It seems that your strength is completely above the storm, but can't your offensive be any new?"

Seeing the storm coming along with Feilian's gun, Hong Ling raised her eyebrows, and her eyes were full of disdain. Her sword also turned rapidly with his wrist.

He raised his hand and threw the sword out quickly. The peerless son's eyes suddenly locked, and the whole body's divine light burst to the extreme, which made the sword covered with a dense streamer.

Boom, direct bombardment on the tip of Fei Lian's gun, this new long sword suddenly defeated this man's offensive, making the storm raging in the kingdom of God quickly subsided.

He threw his body back heavily. He didn't have time to pay attention to the blood coming from the corner of his mouth. Instead, he tried his best to suppress the wound. He quickly shook the spear in his hand with his teeth. With his bright and sharp spear flowers, he constantly defeated the violent sword spirit coming from the empty air.

"It's interesting that the new sword can hurt Feilian without using the art of imperial sword. It seems that this artifact, which is made up of the God of sorrow and the sword of trapped immortals, is really very powerful, far better than ever before!"

"Live Stop it

Feilian's spear was like a pear blossom, which not only broke the sword's intention, but also wanted to stop Hong Ling's next attack. The matchless son of the world had already locked his pupils, which made the sword split and turned into a terrible rain.

The humming, clear sword chant almost filled the whole sky, making Fei Lian's face collapse. Under the gaze of the ancient wind god, all the long swords which were split and turned into illusions were roaring and flying, just like a school of fish swimming up and down in the deep sea, suddenly shot at him.

"I'm sorry, you seem to have been reminded a little late!"

In the distance, Hung Ling tilted her head and looked at Feilian with a smile. Her eyes were full of fierce sword light.

Keng, the Feilian who shakes the spear rapidly, instantly shakes open a long sword. The whole person is also pushed by the powerful force, spitting blood and smashing heavily towards the rear.

However, at the moment of his body moving, more long swords still swarmed in, and the terrible sword storm brought by them even made the ancient wind god despair.

"No How can I die? I'm Feilian, the ancient god of wind, how could I die in the hand of a little tenth Yanjun's Apostle. I'm Feilian

He quickly danced the sword in his hand to the extreme, and Fei Lian kept knocking open his sword with his long gun. These are like bloodthirsty shark like artifacts. When he pulls a handle away, the sword will make the ancient wind god's face tremble.

I don't know when the sky sounded the sound of flesh and blood. It was the sound of a sharp blade across the flesh and bones, with a trace of indescribable lightness and elegance. On Feilian's body, ferocious sword marks were constantly emerging.

She frowned slightly, and Hung Ling covered the tip of her nose with her fingers. It seemed that she was disgusted with the smell of blood coming from the wind. Even his face showed a trace of displeasure.

"The God from a distant time, his blood is not fresh at all, but also has a trace of decay. It seems that this is really the age of young people. As for Fengshen Feilian, it's time to leave!"

Ka, hit a ring finger casually, Hongling again will the whole body of God Xi a shock.

In a flash, many long swords that were still hanging in the sky were trembling, and the flying officials were completely submerged. This made a strange blood mist rise in the sky.Ah, the scream came from Fei Lian's mouth. It seemed that it was the screeching of a centipede that had been pricked by a long needle, which made people tremble.

The terrible storm slowly turned into a gentle breeze with broken flesh and blood floating in it. Meanwhile, Feilian, covered by the sword rain, was dancing his spear with blood all over his body, and defeated one sword after another with every strength.

Bang, the last long sword was defeated. Fei Lian's body was only left with his head intact. Under his neck, all the flesh and blood were cut off, leaving only the white skeleton still holding. The half long gun was full of cracks.

"It's all broken. I'm so cheap that I finally broke the monster's attack. I'm alive. There's no longer a sword to cut my flesh and blood!"

Feilian's eyes were chaotic, and he tried to turn his only head. He looked hard at the void covered by the blood mist, and his face showed a trace of happiness and relief for the rest of his life.

As the king of Taiyi, Feilian, as long as he doesn't fall, can completely realize the white bone and flesh, and condense the whole body again.

Hiss, a dull hissing sound sounded, but it was a sharp long sword that broke through the heart of Feilian's eyebrows, stabbed out from the back of his head, and there was still dripping thick blood on it.

"I'm sorry, Lord Fei Lian, I still have a long sword here. It's sharp enough to take your life."

Above the sky, Hongling slowly let go of the sword and let it fall on the land of the kingdom of God with the pale looking fly, and the whole person snapped his fingers again.

Boom, the fiery flame suddenly falls from the sky, instantly incinerating the remains of the ancient wind god.

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