The strength of the birth of the yuan wrapped, flesh and blood regeneration, the soul of the soul repair. There is only one time for the time, and the original body without injury is from nothing, and the good end stands outside the distance of a hundred feet.

Unscathed, only the air machine is slightly weaker. After all, it was through the destruction of the flesh, and the **** of the gods was almost destroyed. Even if it recovered, it would be inevitable that it would be damaged.

At the moment, there was no injury. It was a big laugh: "Zong Shou, I did not hurt the original. I am not a wrong person! Is this a technique or a treasure? It’s so good! Even if the thirteenth is superb, the artifact of the top, It’s just like that-”

At that moment, he almost thought that Zong Shou was to sit and watch him die in the red shirt.

Several times I want to end the art of the spirit, and escape first. But it has been stuck until the end, until it can no longer resist, was crushed by red and red.

I have always believed that Zong Shou will not give up his companions easily. There must be means to save him in desperation.

The final result is also true!

He is in a good mood, not resurrected by his own death. Even more, you can have a brother-to-friend who is alive and well.

And Zong Shou has such a card in hand, then what is the battle?

A few people in the red dress, it is ugly to the extreme! In this world, is there such a technique?

If it is an artifact, it must be a superb! If it is an remedy, it must be the top of the elixir!

Fighting is not dead, killing can not be killed, how many of them have the power of the Holy Land, what is the use at this time?

The thoughts of those ‘self-devils’ have been shaking slightly, giving birth to a retreat for the first time.

In this battle, they have the least damage. If things are not done, then it is the best policy to withdraw in time!

And Han Qing’s mood fell from the cloud to the abyss.

Suddenly understand why, when I learned that Lin Xuan-shuang stepped into the country, the Zhuzong factions were taboo.

Even if Xiu Guan has left the cloud world at this time, the Taoist Devils and the Three Religious Saints still dare not act rashly.

"Don't be too happy. This is life and death. It takes three years to save once. I have a total of three here."

Zong Shou still calmly answered, but made the red-shirts burst into a slap.

Although I don’t know why Zong Shou blew himself up. However, think carefully. This is reasonable.

Those who can get close to the gods and the souls of the gods are on the verge of being destroyed. In the blink of an eye, they will be restored.

Can be used indefinitely. Unlimited use. This kind of artifact can be, but it will never be in the hands of Zong Shou.

If it is the technique, then even if Lin Xuan-shuang’s source is spiritual, it will be impossible!

Once you can't completely annihilate, then the second time. the third time! If you don't believe in the sect, you will be able to rehabilitate the original for the third time and for the fourth time without restriction.

The hurricane was once again madly rolled up, and the red dress was another flash, and it was moved to the side of the original innocence again, and was about to shoot again.

The **** knife light slammed again. This time, the knife is on it. It is also the power of the spiral.

Around the hurricane, a small part of it was taken away by the beginning of the snow, and in turn controlled.

And the knife shadow is also logically penetrated from these flaws, breaking the wind wall and licking his throat!

The red dress was cold. A robe of sleeves, shot on the **** knife. The sleeves are broken and turned into countless pieces. The first snow also coughed up blood again, and was forced by the power of the sky. Forced to shoot a few hundred feet, crashed into the dust.

This time it was traumatized, but it was much lighter than the previous one. Adapted to the red power of the red-shirt, and then with the blood of the knife to borrow power, the reaction of the spiral, finally had a few points of resistance.

And this is only a moment of time, the original no harm has been layered on the layers of captives, densely in front of them. I will also protect myself from the two treasures of Zhongpin.

"Oh! It’s vain, you’re just a peak of a fairyland, you can't resist the rest of the seat—"

Breaking through again, breaking all the symbols,

In the red dress, but the heart of the police, the pain in the chest. Suddenly turned back and looked at Zong Shou again.

Strong and dead?

Yes, since it is called the life and death, then there is life, then there is death -

Why is the feeling at this time so ominous? So dangerous?

Zong Shou is waiting quietly, the last silk petal of life and death, when it is completely dying,

It is just the third interest of the blooming flower, the power of death contained in it, all released. Make him dead and save to the extreme.

Zong Shou, the three thousand hairs, turned pale in a moment. The muscles of the arms are withered, and the blood on the face is completely exhausted. The enchantment of the fox family is still there, but it mixes the gas of death, showing a kind of fascinating beauty, temperament is more unique and unique.

The brow was slanted, and the sword of the refining **** in the hand of Zong Shou was gently shocked. When the sound of the sword rang through the ten squares, he also had a huge **** behind him, which opened. Countless chills and fluency.

Nine Nether River, the death of Gul!

This is the sword of the dead river!

Walking through the shadows, drifting into the void, like ghosts, and like a phantom.

With that great river, walk forward. The land that has passed through is completely turned into a gray color, under the cover of the underworld. All life, nothing, is dead, and it is at the end.

And that has been the power of death, dyed into a pale white refining sword, it is the two night sorcerers who have not recovered from the previous sword.

At this moment, the red dress is shocking!

"No sword? How is it possible?"

Thirteen and other superior swords, not to mention the cloud world, is the world of this domain, and never exceed the number of five fingers!

It is said that they are all passed down from the previous domain. Most of them have disappeared in a million years, and the inheritance has been cut off!

In this world, how could it be that out of this air, there is such a superb sword!

In this world, all the spiritual laws, all the magical powers, all the martial arts, all the swords and swords.

Just cross the level of no damage, you can directly ignore the order! Ignore the cultivation of the realm, the strength is high!

Even if it is an ordinary person who has no cultivation, as long as he can comprehend, even if he is in the Holy Prestige, he can be hurt!

It’s just the difference between the size of the injury and the severity of the injury.

No more thoughts to understand the original harmless, red red clothes all sense.

After a moment, this was a sigh of relief. It’s not supreme, it’s still twelve, and it’s gone.

The law of this domain has not been detached, but it is infinitely close to the level of no superior.

However, the two of them are afraid that they will still be unable to resist!

There are even more doubts in my heart. Who is this swordsman, and what kind of difference?

In particular, the transition between life and death is even more wonderful. Such as the finishing touch, so that a sword is not the top, borrowing the power of the dead to use the sword, has crossed several levels!

And the Korean side is even more sluggish. He was chilling and timid.

If this sword is, it is stabbing itself. Then his big villain magic can be reversed?

when!

A gold and iron cross, interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Zong Shou's refining sword is hit on a giant shield. However, there was no anger and shock, and there was no shock. The huge purple shield was covered in paleness in a flash.

Then in the crowd, the incredible gaze, the entire shield was turned into a fly ash.

The refining sword has no obstacles to continue to walk, a sword, and the sword road is extremely simple. The feeling of giving people, but like Hong Tao, which is swept away, is the river of death!

The night demon stalwart who resisted the shield also had no suspense. The body instantly turned sand, and it collapsed silently and fell to the ground.

Zong Shou's figure, the strange rushing past. The refining sword continued to move forward and pointed to the second person.

The simple swordsmanship makes people feel inevitable and escapes.

The last night demon sage, gave a desperate anger.

The double knives are sacrificed, and all the true elements of life are burning. In an instant, slammed out thousands of knives. Weaving a myriad of dangerous light and shadow, blocking the range of Baizhang, all blocked.

And then, it was a whisper of ‘when’. Two **** knives, ruined and killed.

And the pale sword light directly penetrated his chest and abdomen.

It may be the power of death, finally exhausted, and began to decline. This person did not immediately turn into sand dust, but slowly aging and dying. All flesh and blood, a little bit of loss of vitality.

Throughout the process, it lasted for three moments, but it gave people a sense of horror.

In less than a hundred breaths of time, the three sacred sages of the night demon family were all buried under the sword.

Although it is a superposition of various causes, but this scene, but also the remaining five hearts, can not help but shrink.

Fighting again, I am afraid that they will be five people, and no one can leave alive.

Red red clothes are directly abandoned, and the original killing thoughts are killed again!

Three life and death flowers! In other words, it seems that the party is so infinitely close to the supreme level of the sword of death, and twice!

Suddenly, the red dress understood. The reason why this sect is self-exposed is not really to remind them, just to shock!

Even if he knows this, he has no other choice at this time!

"Return!"

A roar ~lightnovelpub.net~ red red clothes decisively flew away. When the direct mana was taken, he grabbed Han Qing and went to the distance.

As for the few free spirits, all without his reminder, the first time, they have already fled in the flight.

Shen Yuexuan once again showed the color of sneer, and there was a golden giant net in the sleeve, which was projected out, and it was covered with several tens of thousands of feet.

Fortunately, here several times the real force collided, the mountain was hollowed out. There is enough room for these gold nets to stretch.

But that net, but it is not a real thread. It is something similar to the innate temperament, the speed is fast, and the first come, the five people are covered.

The red-brown brow wrinkled and looked at him behind the strange look. Not only because of this gold net, but also because of the sword of Zongshou, he has locked him.

A karma that has not yet been climate, but can not be underestimated, is lingering on the blade.

The red dress finally slammed his teeth, and the dark brown in the air suddenly exploded.

The same angle is slightly picked, and then another shaking head: