Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 330

Candlelight sword array turned into a scorching sun, blooming endless rays of sword energy, and shot on the refining ceremonies of Hejiang Festival.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

The sword gas hit the wall with madness, emitting a harsh sound of Jin Ge, and the candle glowed with the light from the sword array, which almost drowned He Jiang and his refining vessel!

boom!

There was another loud noise.

The sword light converged and dimmed, and the candlelight sword array finally collapsed, with a clamor, an eighteen-handed flying sword spread from the air and fell to the ground.

Inside and outside the Five Elements Umbrella, all monks looked intently.

I saw that the huge refining dinger was still blocking He Jiang's body, emitting a faint light, although it was covered with white sword marks, but it was not destroyed.

After all, it is a top-grade spirit, only one grade lower than the best.

He Jiang was hiding behind the refining vessel, but he was safe and sound, but his face was pale and his eyes were dull.

Everyone at the Real Fire Gate breathed a sigh of relief.

"so far so good."

"It's a blessing."

Sima Zhi, Elder Zhang and others looked at each other, and they all reassured, as long as people are alive, there is no harm in being hit.

"He Jiang is a true disciple of Zhenhuomen, and still has some skills."

Some Jin Dan real people nodded secretly.

Among the people present, only Mingze Zhenjun and several Yuanying Zhenjun did not speak.

Zhou Tianzi was expressionless, but shook his head.

At this moment, He Jiang's original pale face suddenly appeared blood stains, which gradually opened up and slowly expanded!

Stab it!

He Jiang's shirt was torn without warning, as if the whole person was delayed by countless swords, and there were wounds all over his body, shocking!

The noise in the crowd suddenly calmed down.

With countless horrified gazes, He Jiang's face, neck, arms, and legs, every part of his body was spewing blood outwards, forming a huge blood mist!

In this blood mist, He Jiang fell to the ground, his eyes were dim, and his breath had been cut off.

Although this Refiner Ding obstructed the front edge of Candlelight Sword Formation, He Jiang was still agitated by the Sword Formation, and was cut to the point without any skin damage and scaly wounds.

died!

The true disciple of Zhenhuomen, who could have steadily occupied a seat on the soul list, just fell into the umbrella of the Five Elements without even having escaped the escape jade.

Sima Zhi and others shook their figures, and sat back weakly, dizzy in their heads.

Originally, the real fire gate would occupy a seat on the Danbang, Qibang, and Lingbang, but He Xing was beheaded by Su Zimo in the king city before the Zongmen Dabie, and Tao Yan himself tried Mo's spirit gathering. He was seriously injured and even He Jiang is dead now.

This time the Zongmen was a big match, but the Real Fire Gate was a big heel.

"Look!"

Someone pointed at the light curtain of the five-element umbrella and exclaimed.

I saw Su Zimo rushing towards Feng Haoyu in the distance at a very fast speed, pulling a series of afterimages in the air, which was confusing.

Feng Haoyu sneered.

If it was on the ground, he really was afraid of Su Zimo.

But now, he has a misty wing, and he can stand up like a real Jin Dan without resorting to any foreign objects. He can also move freely in the air, and Su Zimo cannot approach him at all.

After all, the misty wing is a mystery. Even if Su Zimo's Royal Sword is lifted off, it is more than a grade higher than Feng Haoyu in terms of speed and flexibility!

Hum!

Feng Haoyu's sleeve robe waved and shot three flying swords, all of which were top grade flying swords!

In building the base, you can have three top-quality flying swords, which shows that Blood Raven Palace attaches importance to Feng Haoyu.

After defeating Su Zimo's hands in Xunfeng, he also practiced with concentration, trying to make use of multi-handed flying swords. Although the sword array cannot be condensed, but with the sword technique, the power cannot be underestimated.

The light on the sword flourished, but suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

The second level of the sword art, nothingness!

Su Zimo keeps in shape, constantly shortens the distance with Feng Haoyu, his eyes flash with a bright light, the **** of his left hand is against the thumb, and pinches a weird handprint.

The handprints have just been condensed, and the spiritual power in Suzi Modan's field is running wildly. The three spirit veins are looming, the spiritual power is surging and flows into the handprints!

Bang!

A huge gap suddenly cracked in the sky, and a golden palm protruded out from the sky, exuding a sacred and vast breath, as if to suppress all evil!

Fu Mo Yin!

The spectators are all real people of Jin Dan, their eyes are naturally spicy, and they can feel the power of this fingerprint.

In the air, Feng Haoyu didn't even realize it, and yelled, "Well come, let you see my means!"

Feng Haoyu, while controlling three flying swords in midair, stabbed Su Zimo's forward shape, and on the other side, found a white bone stick from the storage bag.

Feng Haoyu nibbled at the tip of his tongue, spit out a spit of blood, and sprayed it on the bone stick.

This sperm of blood fell on the bone stick, and disappeared strangely, as if swallowed by the bone stick!

Immediately after that, blood stains appeared on the rod, as if it were tiny blood vessels on a living being, crystal clear and exuding a breath of extreme evil.

Feng Haoyu waved the bone stick in his hand, and uttered words in his mouth, all of which were obscure language. The pale green light flashed in his eyes, which was strange and appalling.

"Ning!"

Feng Haoyu clenched his bone stick and drank a little towards the golden giant palm falling in the sky.

"Roar!"

A huge blood-colored skull was formed by condensing the air, and the holes in his eyes exuded dark red blood, opened his mouth, and made a roar that shook the world against the golden palm in the air!

In the roar, the Scarlet Skull slammed against the golden giant palm, and seemed to swallow all the golden giant palm.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Tianzi remained calm, but there was a flash of light in his eyes.

Mingze Zhenjun looked dignified, and his consciousness spread the voice: "Surely it was forbidden to pass on people."

Gu Xi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the faint smile originally hanging on the corner of her mouth disappeared.

Although the blade of the three-handed flying sword disappeared on the battlefield, three insignificant waves appeared in the air, like the ripples of a reed across the water.

Su Zimo's body is short, and the whole person is almost lying on the ground, like a giant python, winding and crawling forward, with no decrease in speed.

Feng Haoyu seems to have anticipated that one of the flying swords suddenly changed its trajectory, and also walked on the ground, cutting to the back of Su Zimo!

puff!

A flash of blood flashed.

Is the winner divided?

When everyone looked at it, they saw that Su Zimo's figure was only a slight pause, and he continued to rush forward, and a wound appeared on his back, which did not hurt him.

"Without the help of eighteen high-quality flying swords, the sword formation cannot be condensed. This Su Zimo will be beaten back to its original shape."

"As long as this delays, Su Zimo will have more and more wounds on his body.

Many monks whispered.

"Ok?"

Zhou Tianzi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Some details, not even Jin Dan's real people, may not be able to look carefully.

The five-element umbrella is his magic weapon, and he can sense every slight change in it.

Zhou Tianzi was surprised to find that the wound behind Su Zimo had almost no blood.

The muscles around the wound moved, and even the first time they bonded together, there was already a tendency to heal!

"So scary flesh!"

Zhou Tianzi was shocked.

Thanks for the reward from Weak Liu Fufeng ~

(End of this chapter)