Merry Evil Zun Xiuxian Ji

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The white-robed patriarch wiped the blood splashed on his face. Originally, his white robe was already stained red by the blood, making him completely devoid of dusty aura. terror.

The white-robed patriarch didn't know how many male warriors died under his hands, but he only knew that there were countless warriors in front of him that would never stop surging like a frenzy, endlessly, if they were just ordinary soldiers In other words, the white-robed patriarch would be able to deal with it for a period of time by mobilizing all kinds of energy channels, but each of these male warriors is like chicken blood. If you cut off all his hands, feet and feet, they still have fighting power. Like a hound crawling forward with broken limbs, it is even more tricky and fast than running with two feet. It will suddenly come out at some point and bite you fiercely. He was bitten three or four times, and the white-robed patriarch often had to smash his head with a slap before the other party gave up. Now the white-robed patriarch still has several teeth embedded in his calf, so there is no time to slap one of them. One pull out.

The white-robed patriarch spat out a long fog of blood. Originally, he and Tang Yi were fighting back-to-back with these enchanted male warriors. Submerged in the ocean of countless soldiers, I don't know whether it is dead or alive.

However, there is a figure of a guy, the white-robed patriarch can always see him, the male hero sword god is more obsessed than those obsessed male soldiers, and the air soldier sword in his hand is stimulated for a long time Nine feet, waved it up, and chopped off those soldiers piece by piece.

The white-robed patriarch spat out the blood froth that was in his mouth, and secretly scolded this male He sword god for pretending to be poor.

In fact, the Patriarch Baipao was much more popular than the Nanhe Sword God at the beginning. With a finger, there are thousands of Qimai long swords, which are scattered around. However, compared with a pure martial artist like the Nanhe Sword God, the white robe After all, the ancestor's Xuanmen methods are not as long-lasting as martial arts cultivation. Now the white-robed ancestor can no longer draw the energy around him, so he can only use the long sword in his hand to kill everywhere. This is the situation he looked down on the most in the past. Fighting with swords really doesn't have the slightest air of immortality, and in the eyes of the white-robed patriarch, he is like a mason.

The white-robed patriarch couldn't help but wryly smiled, while beheading the ferocious male warriors, he shuttled back and forth in this endless ocean, looking for Tang Yi. I hope Tang Yi is not so short-lived.I hope I can find this adopted son in time.At this time, the white-robed patriarch couldn't help but think of that well-behaved little girl. If she lost her father so early, wonder if that little girl would blame him, the old man, for not protecting his father well.The white-robed patriarch couldn't help but pull a helpless smile.

Patriarch Baipao still wanted to know how the fight between the two most holy immortals was going, but unfortunately, in this chaos, he couldn't even tell the direction, let alone the fight between the two. The white-robed patriarch smacked the sweet smell in his mouth, bursting with regret, knowing that there are two most holy immortals fighting to the death, but not being able to watch from the sidelines is really a great pity in life.

At this time, the male hero sword god has entered a mysterious realm. Originally, he could no longer swing the qi soldier sword in his hand, and even the true qi in his body was empty, and it was all swayed. But in a certain In an instant, the male he sword god suddenly felt that the long knife in his hand was becoming more and more satisfactory when he swung it. Not only was he not tired, but on the contrary, the more he swung it, the more powerful he was. The required power is average, without end, without limit. Nanhe Sword God really wants to be immersed in this state all the time, but Nanhe Sword God knows that this is probably his own reflection, and every knife at this time is consuming him. Of course, his vitality is not endless, but no matter how much vitality is consumed, as long as it is not exhausted, it will give people a feeling of being full and endless. Knowing whether he still has the strength to swing the knife again, it is precisely because of this that Nanhe Sword God strives for perfection every time he swings a knife, and regards it as the last knife in his life. For the existence of Dao, the last knife in life is undoubtedly extremely important, just like the inscription on the tombstone, it is the last comment of his life.

It is precisely because of this that every time he swings the last knife of his life, the Dao of the Nanhe Sword God increases a little bit every time he swings it, and each swing is better than the previous one.

This kind of feeling makes Nanhe Sword God ecstatic, death is nothing terrible for Nanhe Sword God, and this kind of progress is real although it is a little bit, but Nanhe Sword God will never Find the feeling you have been there.

In the mind of Nan He Dao Shen, there is only one sentence, or three words - so cool!

In addition to them, there is another place where the spirit of killing soars into the sky, even more tyrannical than the two places combined. The five hundred soldiers here have already abandoned the guns in their hands and stretched out their long knives Fight with the enchanted soldiers all around.

These soldiers who have followed Chang Xiao from the illusory world to the present, each has a lot of cultivation, although here they must rely on Chang Xiao's power to display their supernatural powers. It is impossible to give them even the slightest amount of strength, but their physique is already very different from ordinary existence, especially strength, which is even more terrifying.

If it is said that the nine-foot long sword in the hands of the male He sword god is majestic, then these soldiers can be called rampage when they fight. A soldier is like a sharp blade, constantly beheading those male soldiers who bumped into him, and more than 100 such sharp blades have gathered into a huge and extremely efficient meat grinder. The male warriors who kept crashing in finally turned into minced meat, turning the ground red into a piece of bloody mud.

Compared with the male hero sword gods, the lethality of these fierce soldiers is stronger and purer, and they don't care whether the opponent is possessed or not, because as long as they rush into their attack range, everything will be cut into countless pieces. There are not enough pieces to say that there are not enough pieces.

Among all the attacks and fights, Tang Yi is the weakest one. The other existences can be called Haoyue and Yuanri, but this Tang Yi can only be regarded as the reflection of the thin moon in the water.

At this time, he was already a little unable to hold on, and all kinds of attacks coming from all directions made him tired of coping. Most importantly, his mind was not on killing people, or even on supernatural powers, so although his cultivation base was advancing rapidly, However, his experience in battle is relatively pitiful. The more enemies around him, the more flustered he is. At this time, his original cultivation base is only displayed by [-]% to [-]%, and the power consumed is one or two more than before. Chenglai, when calculated, it means that his cultivation skills are [-]% to [-]% lower than normal. Under such circumstances, he has been able to support him until now and he is indeed worthy of his reputation as a genius. .

But good luck cannot be with one person forever. Ever since he separated from the white-robed patriarch, his luck has been disappearing. At this time, he has been stabbed more than ten times, and his arm has been bitten off. A piece of flesh and blood, the rest of the minor injuries can be ignored.

If the blood in the mouth of the white-robed ancestor didn't know who it was, then the blood gushing out of Tang Yi's mouth at this time could only be Tang Yi's own.

At this time, Tang Yi's temples were bulging, his eyes were blood red, and his face was as thin as gold paper. It was obvious that he had reached the point where the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. If we continue, it will take less than a quarter of an hour. , Tang Yi must die suddenly.

In fact, only his wife and daughter are left to support Tang Yi at this moment, and his body has long been empty.Tang Yi's bright red eyes are full of the mother and daughter, for the sake of the mother and daughter, he has to endure, otherwise, if he dies, there is still someone in the world who can take care of the mother and daughter?

Tang Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, and was slashed by a long knife in the back. The sword in Tang Yi's hand drew an arc in the air, and ruthlessly pierced into the chest of the male warrior who had slashed at him. pierced his heart.

Tang Yi flicked the blade of the sword fiercely, the long sword buzzed and trembled three times back and forth, smashing the heart of the heroic soldier into pieces, and even his chest into a ball of mud, Tang Yi drew out the sword , blocking a sword, a punch, and a big mouth from the side, raised his foot, and stomped that mouth hard on the ground, and stomped his head hard like a firecracker in a cesspit. Turned into meat paste, both eyeballs were blown away.

Tang Yi suddenly lifted his bloody foot, kicked it on a long knife, kicked the long knife and his master flying three to five meters, and knocked the three male warriors behind him into the air. At that time, there was another sharp pain from Tang Yi's back. He was slashed in the back with a knife before. Although the guy holding the knife was crushed by Tang Yi and couldn't die anymore, his long knife was still embedded in Tang Yi's body. At the back of Yi, at this time, a male soldier punched the back of the knife fiercely, causing the knife wound, which was already deep enough to reach the bone, to be embedded in the bone at once. He used his backhand sword to kill this damned guy, but seeing Tang Yi seriously injured, all the male warriors around him were so excited that they clung to him like ants.

Once the flaw is revealed, there is no power to recover.