Chapter 625

Ye Zhentian's madness didn't cause any fluctuation of the swordsman in black. As soon as his sharp sword tip turned, his sharp sword spirit roared to him. Thousands of sword Qi, like light and shadow, closely attacked ye Zhentian.

Ye Zhentian has no choice but to retreat. When he pats the heaven and earth bag on his waist, some refined demons jump out and tightly encircle the city. Countless sword Qi falls on the demons and instantly tears them to pieces. Among them, there are also high-level demons. They are waving iron swords to block the next attack. If you look carefully, the demons are Murong Ben!

If the queen had not been taken back to the funerary palace, I'm afraid she would have been one of the fencers today.

Even if Murong Ben was a warrior, he was not as good as an ordinary monk. So in the next attack, his body was torn to pieces by the sword Qi and disappeared.

Ye Zhentian didn't even blink his eyelashes for the disappearance of the demons. He offered a magic flag full of evil spirit and waved it with several black walls of air, so as to block the reduced sword Qi and avoid the first wave of attack without damage.

This time, he took the initiative to attack.

The magic flag was waved in his hand. Suddenly, the sky changed greatly and the dark clouds rolled in. The magic Qi dyed the sky and the earth black. The swordsman in black was covered by the magic Qi and lost his sight.

Ye Zhentian laughs, "let you taste the power of this ten thousand magic array!"

The ten thousand magic array should be very powerful. The swordsman in black was engulfed by the evil spirit for a long time, but there was no movement. Murong Ling could not help frowning. She pulled out the thunder hairpin on her temples and said, "falling thunder skill!"

The three thunder spells accumulated in leizan were cast by her, and the sky became dark and depressed. The thunderbolt came down like a shock. The lightning and thunder marks with thick arms cut through the sky and split on the ten thousand demons array shrouded by the demons with a posture of overwhelming force. It successfully dispersed most of the demons, and even fluctuated violently because the array remained unstable.

"Murongling, you want to die!"

Ye Zhentian was so surprised that he waved the magic flag again to consolidate the ten thousand magic array, but it also consumed the huge magic Qi in his body. He took a mouthful of Buyuan pill in a hurry and hit Murong Ling with a cold face. Murong Ling was unafraid, and the purple and Black Ghost thorn vine was drawn face to face!

Bang!

The huge impact of dust, ye Zhentian back and forth, and he was ghost thorn vine to the arm has been black and blue, faintly can see the purple lines running by, the whole arm began to numb, almost can't hold the magic flag.

"It's impossible. How can you have reilingen!"

At the beginning of the alternation of spring and winter. In the past month, Murong Ling has absorbed a lot of spring thunder. The green sky thunder in her body grows stronger and stronger, and the magic of Wan Mu Shengfa becomes more and more powerful. She has the power of spring thunder in all her magic, which is a natural killer for ye Zhentian.

"There are so many things you don't know."

Murong Ling sneers. Countless seeds of the ghost thorn vine are thrown out by her. In an instant, they grow into thick purple black vines in the air. They dance like snakes, and gradually gather together to surround ye Zhentian. The enchanting flowers are blooming. The sharp thorns penetrate the skin. Ye Zhentian's action is delayed for a moment, Immediately was waiting for the opportunity to move the ghost thorn vine trapped into a dumpling.

Ye Zhentian was so surprised that he burned the rattan with magic fire and tried to destroy it. However, these woody plants were not afraid of magic fire at all. Even if they were damaged, they could recover quickly and their vitality was terrible!

He suddenly realized the strangeness of murongling's magic. Knowing that the evil spirit could not do anything about it, he quickly sacrificed his sword and cut it. The ghost thorn vine finally broke under the sharp weapon, and he was able to break free from the shackles.

However, he had been controlled for a long time, and he still had the paralytic venom left by the ghost thorn vine. When he saw Murong Ling's attack again, it was too late, so he had to sacrifice the magic flag to stop him.

Boom!

The dark green magic falls down in the dark magic flag, and the lingering magic Qi is almost destroyed by it. Ye Zhentian is shocked and retreats. He spits out a mouthful of blood. Yu Guangzhong sees Murong Ling attack again, and an unprecedented crisis strikes. He instinctively avoids it, and his shoulder blades are pierced by a cluster of green fireworks The bones were burned into powder, the left hand was soft, the meridians of the arm were destroyed, and the whole hand was useless!

If he didn't escape in time, this cluster of flames would have fallen, it was his heart and lifeblood!

After a miss, Murong Ling's eyes flashed with regret. With a wave of her hand, countless wooden cones came and stabbed ye Zhentian like raindrops. Ye Zhentian's eyes were red, and he cried angrily, "Murong Ling, I'm going to kill you!"

In the late period of Zhuyuan Dynasty, the powerful power was coming down, and the strong evil spirit kept gathering and boiling in his palm. The deliberately compressed magic sent out a dangerous and terrible smell. You can imagine how much damage it would bring once it exploded.Murong Ling looks dignified gradually, but she is not afraid of the devil gas explosion. She is just worried that it will affect the 100000 troops not far away, so she quickly takes out the array stone and arranges the array in a hurry.

At the moment of her defensive array, ye Zhentian's evil spirit finally condensed. He seemed to have been drained of all his magic power. Once he was hit, he was paralyzed. But his red eyes were uncontrollably excited and bloodthirsty. He laughed wildly, "murongling, today is your death time!"

The sky was dyed black and dark, and the dark clouds of evil air bombarded the sky. Under the evil air, the wooden cone that had been made before turned into smoke. Murong Ling's pupil shrank, and the force in her body was drawn out by her, and gradually condensed in her palm. However, before she could make a move, she saw a dazzling white light suddenly tearing the sky and the earth, chopping down with a startling momentum, The whole world became slow and quiet. Murong Ling watched the sword, smashing the magic group, smashing the dark clouds, and finally falling on ye Zhentian's chest.

Poof!

Black and white faded quickly, and the world finally regained its voice and bright colors. Ye Zhentian's blood was dazzling, as if the setting sun in the sky was still red and the snow was faint.

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect... I'm still dead in your hands!"

Ye Zhentian whispered and spat out a mouthful of blood again, but he burst out laughing. His pale face had a strange and evil tone. He said, "what if I'm dead? There are so many people buried with me! I have no regrets in my life, ha ha ha... "

His laughter stopped suddenly, blood gushed out again, and the treacherous hero who once stirred up the changes completely fell.