Kuai Wen Zhi crazy criticizes the beauty she does not want to be a female supporting role

"Su Yan, I will give you one more chance. As long as you are willing to help me, I can help your wishes come true."

Su Yan heard a kind of power from this voice, and it was a kind of coercion and inducement. If she didn't agree, she would be driven to pieces immediately.

It is indeed the way of heaven.

The Son of Luck is a part of the Heavenly Dao. The reason why she was able to kill the Heavenly Dao with Zhantian before was because she spent a lot of time to destroy the Son of Fate and weakened the power of the Heavenly Dao.

But at this time, although this Tiandao was ill, the son of fate was still there, and his strength had not been reduced much.

She guessed that the fatigue and weakness before were just an act.

And in order to prevent her from successfully escaping, it even spent great efforts to block the system.

Just to make her let down her guard and help it. As long as she succeeds, she may not be able to get out of this small world.

Su Yan, who guessed its thoughts, couldn't help laughing. It was so funny.

How could she, Su Yan, be so virtuous and capable that she could allow a heavenly being to have such a plan?

It's really funny, it's really funny.

The power of heaven is not insignificant. At this moment, a giant palm made of thunder and lightning was hanging in the air above her head, thunder and lightning overflowing, just waiting for her answer.

The power of the voice that contained the power of heaven was even more magnificent and vast. She just listened to it, and her seven orifices had already begun to bleed.

This is the soul, and what flows is the power of her soul.

This is not an inquiry, but a clear threat, a means to make her choose to surrender.

But she didn't care about that.

The sword in her hand felt threatened and suppressed, but it still vibrated in her hand without hesitation, numbing her hand.

battle battle! ! !
She could feel its fighting spirit.

Threat from heaven.

Really...

Really...

So cool.

hahahahahahahahaha……

Her eyes were bleeding and she couldn't see clearly; her ears were bleeding and she couldn't hear anything; her nose was bleeding and there was no channel.

She is a respectable opponent, and Tiandao respects her for being unyielding and is willing to give her a little more time to make a decision.

But she was blind, deaf and had no nose, but she touched the blade of the sword with one hand.

The sword shook in response to her.

The blood flowed to the corners of her lips, giving her a blush.

She is a swordsman.

As long as you have a sword, you will fight until death.

She looked up to the sky, losing her eyes. The sword in her hand was her eyes.

She lightly held a sword and said: "Fight!"

Her tone was too calm, without a trace of emotion, which made Tiandao, who was waiting patiently, very angry.

Just like the Tathagata suppressed the Great Sage Qitian, the way of heaven suppressed Su Yan.

It was like crushing an ant to death, without any change.

It just thinks, why not?
Maybe it knows, but it has been aloof for too long and is not willing to think about it anymore.

Time and space are still stagnant and unchanged.

Tiandao was certain that Su Yan had died by his hands.

Her soul was shattered, and after another battle, there was no way she could withstand its blow.

But just when he was relieved, there was a hole in its palm, which was made of the power of heaven, and then pieces of it were shattered.

Su Yan, who looked calm, flew out from the middle with her sword.

Behind him are pieces of broken heavenly power.

Like flying snowflakes, celebrating her victory.

But the backlash came immediately. Her back was straight, but her soul became more broken and illusory.

Her expression was calm, but she was the only one who knew that her throat was slightly astringent and the heavy smell of blood surged up, but she swallowed it again.

At this moment, she must not show any signs of cowardice.

She pointed her sword at the sky and said: "What should you do? What do you want? I am like this, so what should you do?"

The smell of blood filled her voice as she spoke.Perhaps she is approaching her last moment and is about to lose herself in time.

But it doesn’t matter, it never matters.

There will always be the next Su Yan who comes here and completes what she has never completed.

Even after going through a lot of hardships.

Even if the soul is gone.

It doesn't know why a weak human being can have such strong perseverance, but it is the way of heaven.

God will not bear it.

Then the air around Su Yan suddenly stagnated, and the next thunder and lightning with the power of heaven struck with anger.

Su Yan was hanging in mid-air. It became more difficult for her to swing the sword at this time. Her soul had no bones and would not rattle when she moved with difficulty, but it would dissipate a bit after she forcibly moved.

Her hands seemed to be weighed heavily at this moment. She had lost all her orifices and could not feel the attack. She could only hold the sword in her hand tightly.

She couldn't see that her face was pale at this moment, her hands were dripping with blood, and her soul was as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Thunder and lightning flashed, and she raised the sword in her hand.

Ling Ran responded.

She never retreated, not even a step back.

At the same time, she couldn't see a string of Buddhist beads appearing in her hand. Thousands of Buddha's lights lingered on it, gathering her in it, resisting the power of heaven.

But she couldn't see it, let alone feel it.

I can only feel that the attack from Tiandao is a little weaker.

She frowned.

This is something that shouldn't be done.

She couldn't see it, but Tiandao could see it clearly, and she was angry that anyone dared to come to him and act wild.

When attacking Su Yan, he split an attack and penetrated into the Buddha bead.

At the same time, the face of the monk who was meditating and chanting sutras on the other side instantly declined, but he brought his trembling hand to his lips, bit his fingertips with his teeth, and kept writing something on the round and smooth beads.

But as he wrote meal after meal, his face became darker and darker.

Her eyes were dull, and she couldn't see that the beads in her hand dimmed a little but then lit up again.

She couldn't see that the Buddha's light was surrounding her like a goddess.

Can't see.

It's a pity that I can't see it, but I'm lucky that I can't.

If I saw it, wouldn't it be another debt?
But not seeing it is also a debt.

What lingered around her body was the real Buddha's light, which was contrary to the power of heaven and protected her without retreating even an inch.

As the battle gradually deepens.

There is even a touch of bright red on this Buddha light.

If Su Yan could open her eyes and see now, she would know it was blood.

"Brother, stop writing!" A handsome young monk cried.

In front of him was an old monk with his eyes closed tightly. His face was old and rough, but his fingers were still bleeding and he was writing tremblingly.

Only the cinnabar on his forehead is still eye-catching.

Although she didn't know why the Heavenly Dao suddenly became weak, she still understood the principle of killing people when they were sick.

So he immediately rushed forward with the sword in his hand.

This battle was won miserably.

"You don't want to be controlled by others, but do you know that you are in the hands of others from beginning to end." Tiandao was defeated.

Su Yan didn't have the slightest desire to know, and was about to swing the sword in her hand.

"I can help you."

"It's not an option for you to go on like this one by one. I am Tiandao and I can help you."

Su Yan stopped.

At the same time, the old monk spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at his old fingers, and suddenly laughed softly.

"Su Yan, you owe me this time."

But he also lowered his gaze and died.