The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 773

It seems that the space will collapse in the next second.

Leng Wuyou's spiritual sense controlled the Divine Phoenix Sword, and he had to separate another strand from time to time to pay attention to the surrounding conditions, not only looking at the people on his side, but also looking at the black-robed man on the ground , the blood in the small porcelain bottle in his hand has been poured out.

He threw it casually, and the small transparent porcelain bottle fell to the ground and rolled in a circle, making a crisp sound, and then kept rolling like that, until it hit a pillar and fell back, and then repeated several times in succession before it really fell. Come to a stop.

Then the man chopped off his palm, and the bloodstains left on the ground around him were pulled over by him one by one.

Leng Wuyou squinted his eyes, looked at his wound and found a few drops of blood, he wanted to get out of his body, and there was a faint sense of being restrained.

Her eyes darkened, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. The cold smile made people feel chills.

The long sword energy collided with the blood-colored sickle ring, making a muffled bang, and the two colors of light exploded. At this moment, Leng Wuyou made a tactic with one hand, so fast that even the afterimage could not be seen When she realized that she was muttering something, a purple thunderbolt as thick as a baby's arm appeared in the midair within a short while.

Thunder suddenly appeared in the air, the crackling thunder shone with purple light, with an upright aura, it seemed to be able to wipe out all evil spirits in the world.

Taking advantage of the temporary preoccupation with the bleeding side, Leng Wuyou seized the opportunity, moved his fingertips slightly, and yelled out, "Lei Jiang."

With this sound falling, the violent factor of thunder in the air suddenly erupted, and the crackling thunder and lightning, shining with a heart-shattering light, struck straight down.

boom, crackle

When the purple thunder fell, it struck directly on the blood-colored barrier. There was a crisp cracking sound, and a crack appeared in the blood-colored barrier, but in the end it still stopped the thunder's downward strike.

It's just that this protective shield is miserable, the thunder is scattered, covering the entire protective shield, it looks like the original blood-colored shield from the outside, and now it is shrouded in purple light like a ghost that emits light from time to time. Bright, color-changing bulbs.

If one thunderbolt fails, then two strikes, if two strikes fail, then three strikes, if three strikes fail, then continue to superimpose, anyway, the shield will always be broken.

It's just that people can be exhausted with one mind and two tasks, but when it comes to Leng Wuyou's place, they just focus on multiple tasks. If Lianxue knows about Leng Wuyou's coquettish operations, he might complain: I'm not afraid of sudden death.

The dazzling golden light has a strong and sharp air, but it is like the warm sun rising in winter, which makes people squint their eyes.

Leng Wuyou was injected with enough spiritual power into the Divine Phoenix Sword. Besides, the Divine Phoenix Sword also has its own spiritual energy, so there is no need for Leng Wuyou to transfer it on purpose.

The one-meter-long sword aura was dazzling enough to make the previous sword aura feel a bit shy.

The bloody pupils suddenly constricted, feeling the cold aura coming from above, he didn't dare to be careless, and waved the bloody crescent sickle in his hand, instantly swung it into an arc in the palm of his hand, spinning it so fast that it made people feel helpless. See a circle of blood.

The blood-colored curved circle cuts the air, and the sound of cloth being torn apart can be heard from time to time. It is obvious that the air is being cut and shredded by the blood-colored sickle bit by bit. It's just that the fighting momentum between the two is too fierce, so the surrounding space Affected by the battle around the two of them, they shook a little.

At the same time, Leng Wuyou's body flitted across the air like a ghostly shadow, the speed was so fast that people were horrified.

She rushed in front of Li Xue, before Li Xue could react, in the palm of Su Bai's hand, a mass of dark thunder as thick as ink kept rolling, carrying the aura of destroying everything, she was straight Pressed up on the bleeding chest.

(End of this chapter)