Chapter 2289

The whole underground palace was shaking violently, and countless pieces of gravel rolled down. The ground sank a little bit, and the fog in the soul breaking forest also floated in along the crack. Mu Yan hid behind the pillar. But in the end a step late, chest pain, blood shot out of the mouth“ Creak, creak, creak! " The top of the yellow chicken urgent round turn, keep shouting. But mu Yan's ears were buzzing, his eyes were blurred, and he could hardly hear or see anything. She opened her eyes and watched Qin Peng step by step with the ice soul sword. At this moment, she really felt helpless despair. If Qin Peng doesn't have the ice soul sword, she still has the ability to resist. It can also rely on the skills of the divine musician to strike back unexpectedly. Now, when Qin pengbing's soul sword is in hand, she has no chance of winning. With each sword, I feel a powerful pressure. She temporarily suppressed her realm, her spiritual power, and even her divine consciousness. One sword after another, she is like a boat in the rough sea. She can only drift with the current, and will be overturned anytime and anywhere. Qin Peng walked slowly towards Mu Yan, and the ice soul sword in his hand was merciless, and another sword was cut out. Muyan quickly raised the seven Jue sword to resist. But this time, all the spiritual power in her body, even the physical power, was completely exhausted. Seven Jue sword can't hold any more. Under the impact of ice spirit, it flies out and lands on a falling rock. Muyan immediately wants to wave back the seven Jue sword. But Qin Peng's next sword stopped her. The sword Qi was directly on her legs. All of a sudden, bleeding, Mu Yan can no longer stand, kneeling on the ground. Qin Peng looked down at Mu Yan, who was already at the end of the crossbow, with a cruel smile on his lips: "who is the descendant of the divine musician in the three realms? Now it's not like a lost dog, died in my hands, ha ha ha... "Laughter, buzzing in the collapse of the palace. Maybe it's too much laughter. On the roof above, a rock which was already on the verge of falling was finally unable to bear it. It shook gently and fell down. Very coincidentally, the direction of the stone falling is the top of Qin Peng's head. Qin Peng naturally would not put such a stone in his eyes. The ice soul sword in his hand flicked into the air at will. The stone immediately broke into innumerable small pieces and splashed out. There are a few pieces shot at Mu Yan, there are a few pieces fell on the ground. From the beginning of the battle, in order to resist the erosion of Qin Peng's field, Muyan did not shut down the holy hand weaving heaven. So when the stone shot at Muyan, it immediately reflected back to Qin Peng. If it was a huge stone, Qin Peng would wave his sword against it. But a small stone, Qin Peng where will put in the eye. He didn't even hide, so he went to Muyan at will. Use sword Qi to penetrate Jun Muyan's heart and take her life? No, not enough! How can this long-range and easy sniping reduce his hatred? He wanted to hold the woman's throat with his own hands and let her die in his own hands a little bit, twisted, painful and desperate. The more Qin Peng thought about it, the more excited he was. He didn't notice that some small stones fell on his ice soul sword. The coldness of the ice soul sword makes the pebble instantly coated with an indestructible frost. It bounced at Qin Peng's feet again.