Chapter 621

In the cave, the ghost still quietly looked at the scene of the battle between the sick blade and the bareheaded people. He didn't make a sound. His expression was very gloomy, just like bleeding.

Perhaps Li Tong is very strange. Just now, this monster's body has been sucking itself to death. Why does it seem that it has finally been opened and won the right to refine it again?

In this case, we have to start with the ghost. In fact, the so-called refining monster is just a trap. Anyone who sees such a weak monster will ride it. It's an idea to subdue it, and the ghost catches this idea.

You know, the general to accept him, all the power will be absorbed by it, become stronger, and finally directly let the other party killed, this is a kind of repeated magic, even just Li Tong he did not, see the flaw, directly controlled by it.

Then, the process of things is very simple. It's because the ghost sees the sick blade coming to the bald man's side and wants to ask him about the situation inside. But it angers the ghost.

The relationship between soul shadow and sick blade has always been unclear. For a while, they are enemies and for a while, they are friends. Maybe they will kill each other at any time.

The history of the two of them is too deeply rooted in Jiao Jie, so I don't write much about it here. It's also said that the ghost saw the sick blade, and he had such a mind. When he wanted to understand his own array, he immediately let go of his control over Li Tong, and even let him refine this monster and bring it out of the array.

Because he felt that he was going to give this man some color to see, and at the same time, he had to test his body. Recently, his whereabouts were too complicated for him to see clearly, so now he took this opportunity to release this strange thing directly to test the power of the blade.

This can also explain why Li Tong suddenly cracked the array and subdued the monster when he finally felt that he was going to die. This is exactly what ghost wanted to see.

For marriage, whether it's Li Tong or Ling Feng, they are just a spray in their own life, and there is only one opponent in their life, that is, houbing blade. He doesn't know this, neither does Bing blade. But in the dark, it's just for them to fight each other, which has been extended with history.

But, ghost, he can't kill the patient, because there is a mark on his heart that makes him disgrace all his life, which is the mark of slave.

You can say that you are the slave of the sick blade. If you die of the sick blade, you will also die. This kind of death, whether it is suicide, homicide or old age death, can involve the ghost.

So soul shadow can't make sick blade die, but sick blade is not a peaceful person. Although he doesn't realize this, he knows that he and his opponent are very important, so he puts forward all kinds of unreasonable chips.

Being threatened by the other party is not what the ghost wants to see, but it can't kill the other party. This is undoubtedly the most angry. So the only way is to control the other party's whereabouts and be able to hold it in your own hands.

So now soul shadow feels that sick blade seems to have escaped from his own palm, so he wants to see the strength of the other side, so he arranges this fight. Whether it's Li Tong or bald, or sick blade, they are all in the dark.

"One day I can break the bond of slavery, then... It will be the time for you to die." Looking at the disease blade and soul shadow above, I just said something like this.

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Sick blade, he left his clothes, which does not mean that he became naked, in his outer clothes, there is a * it.

But in addition, the ill blade's figure is very good, which is much better than that of the general bodybuilding. It is made according to the perfect proportion. It has a light golden color and is full of masculinity. Even without clothes, it is also very stylish.

It's not for the sake of pretending to force the sick blade to throw out his clothes like this. The reason of history is that the clothes flew to this monster at a very fast speed and then stood there. Can you imagine? A dress was not worn, but it stood there.

This is very strange, but more strange happened, this dress actually stepped forward, a punch to the monster.

And the monster also obviously felt the unusual clothes, stepped back, and put the sickle in front of the grid.

However, his clothes were like a living creature. He continued to walk forward, twisted his waist, and a flying kick hung up. This movement was very beautiful, just like a textbook.

The monster continues to retreat. This feeling is that he feels very strange, but there is not much, because you have the smell that makes him want to attack.

Such a garment and a humanoid weapon have been fighting strangely here, but their owners are standing in the distance and watching coolly. It seems that the spectators are watching their fighting.

Bareheaded, he didn't give an order to let the little monster attack the distant blade, because he knew that he wanted to entangle the other party, but not kill him. He didn't have that ability,

And sick blade is calm, he is not afraid to delay time, even if Li Tong recovered all his strength, what? In front of his real power, he is not like a mole ant, but he doesn't want to move his real power, so it's interesting for him to wear away his patience?

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Ling Feng watched helplessly. When he was young, he was fed the medicine, and then he put it on the bed at will. When he went to sleep, he sighed. He seemed to feel sad. After all, this was when he was a child. Maybe he thought of his father. If he was still suffering, he needed to go and rescue himself.

But now he is trapped in a small array. Isn't he helpless? Ling Feng smiles and his heart is smiling. Although he doesn't have a real body and only has his own meaning, he is really a mixture of five tastes.

Ling Feng, who has always been violent, is absolutely unwilling to do so. So he looks at the sky. There is a thin film like thing in the sky. This is the array. This is the estrangement of the array. No one can escape.

Ling Feng didn't see this when he was just a body, but now he does see it with his own concept of soul.

"I don't want someone to be able to hold me, and I don't want to be like a pig or a sheep. I am the real me." Ling Feng laughs, and then suddenly starts to work. The body of the soul, like a bow and arrow, rises to the sky indifferently.

However, it just rose to the mid air, and suddenly a fireball appeared. The fireball was very noisy and hot. It seemed that there was only burning magma inside. He suddenly bumped against Ling Feng, and he didn't even feel like letting Ling Feng dodge.

"Zizizi..."

As if it was boiling water, he rushed to the oil pan, and the sound above sounded. Ling Feng felt paralyzed all over his body. It was clear that this was fire, but he felt like thunder. After that, his soul disintegrated indifferently and became thousands of particles.

But Ling Feng's meaning did not die out, and even became clearer. Even though the pain was still spreading on him, he did nothing else, just let the scattered particles around him agglomerate again.

Time seems to have passed one day, and it seems to be a year. In a lifetime, Ling Feng reconstituted a body, which is composed of soul.

Then, Ling Feng did the same action as before, flying into the blue sky, flying into the sky, which seems to be his only belief now.

"Boom boom..."

That fireball, just like a passer-by, with the same posture, the same state, the same heat, with a raging fire, bumped into the Lingfeng.

Ling Feng once again felt endless pain, and then turned into the kind of particles, why not between heaven and earth, but he did not give up, re cohesion, cohesion strength, again attack.

So repeatedly, Ling Feng did not know how many times he had experienced, this kind of pain is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people, but he survived, and even savored the pain in detail. In the end, he succeeded. This time, when he saw the fireball coming, his body did not dissipate.

Even if this fireball makes him painful, even if he beat his body, it's just a light, but it's undeniable that he didn't become a particle like before, but agglomerated here.

"I know I will succeed. All the difficulties will become small in my eyes." After successfully resisting this fireball, Ling Feng's eyes become so pure, because he knows that he has just passed this pass. At this time, there is still such a long distance between him and the sky.

Although he knows that the road in the future is very hard, Ling Feng will not give up. He has no preparation. He will fly directly to wangshangfei. He is so indomitable, so moths to the fire.

"Click..."

A flash of lightning falls, directly splits Ling Feng into fly ash and turns it into particles. He flows towards the earth again. This time, the wound seems to be more serious. The power of this flash is absolutely more powerful than the fireball.

But Ling Feng's meaning is still there. Although it is vague, it still exists. He continues to call the same kind of material. Slowly, his body condenses again. This time, it looks very broken.

Fly up again, encounter the position, but did not see the fireball, fireball will not come again, in the face of Ling Feng only that a lightning conquered the lightning, just go.

Broken body mixed with this is the belief of victory, Ling Feng once again fly up, and then was a lightning, so p became fly ash.

However, this consciousness still exists, will never die, will never disappear.