Heavenly Sword Evil Sovereign

"Did you miscalculate?" Nie Chen said calmly, "hum, even though you are the favored children of all ethnic groups, the difference in strength is still too big. If I make a big move to you and Wanyan, maybe I can't even solve it by myself?"

"Well, they disappeared into the void, have you killed them?" The young man in purple, with his chest up and down, raised his anger for his friends and for Nie Chen's words. It seems that, except for wanyannu and the strong man of the Xianzu, the rest of the friars have been completely ignored by him.

"Here, there are only two people who deserve to be my opponents." And Nie Chen's next words, however, directly and directly shocked those young strong men who were not angry because of Nie Chen's words, "the comer of Xianzu, Wanyan is angry There are only two of you who are worthy of fighting with Nie Chen. "

"Well, I'm not ashamed of it!" Someone toward Nie dust issued a cold hum color, "next, we will let you know, what is not to survive, not to die!"

"You can't live, you can't die. Hum, I've felt it many times." Nie Chen's body slowly floated up, and his Epee trembled in the distance. Suddenly, it turned into a red light and came towards Nie Chen. The monks who were in the middle did not dare to block Nie Chen's sword.

"The art of great explosion, the illusion of the great spirit!" A monk opened his mouth in a loud voice. There was endless smoke on his body. Suddenly, a very huge body was towering over the sky and connecting the sky with the earth. He was extraordinary, full of power and domineering.

"It's incredible to see the illusions of the great spirit above the Dharma Realm." Wanyan angrily sighed and said, "let's go to war. Today, we must cut off the head of the evil cultivation and wipe out the soul of the evil cultivation!"

"Go on The rest of the friars set off, and everyone's means were different. Once the battle started, a hundred years later, the situation became white hot. However, Wanyan Nu's fighting style was the same as Nie Chen's, and he chose to fight close to him. Wanyan was angry and trembled with Nie Chen, while the rest of the monks kept offering their own magic arts and magic weapons to encircle Nie Che. For a moment, Nie Chen kept on recruiting This is the attack of these people.

"Go to hell!" In this chaos, the huge footprints came down from the sky and trampled on Nie Chen. The feeling of great strength and heaviness made Nie Che unable to breathe.

"Well, such a technique is really boring." Nie Chen's eyes and milky light flowed. In an instant, he could see clearly the way of the monk who displayed the illusion of the giant spirit. In fact, the vision of the giant spirit only used the monk's own fear of the huge things and power to form a kind of spiritual pressure. At this time, stepping on Nie Chen was just a big foot that the monk used the power of the star to illusory 。

"Ah Nie Chen suddenly stepped on the ground, like a rocket, straight away, the ground was stepped on by Nie dust cracks and huge pits, like a bomb exploded Without fear, it seems that there is no pressure. His milky eyes help him to understand all this, and there is no fear for the unknown before.

"Be careful!" The young man in purple reminded the monk who stepped on Nie Chen, but the monk still had a proud expression. However, his expression changed in an instant. A kind of intense pain came from his huge soles of feet and stretched towards his shin bone. Finally, blood burst from his thigh, and a figure rushed towards him.

"No..." A flash of blood flashed, and a head flew up.

"Swallow the spirit!" Nie dust devoured the friar. In an instant, the monk gradually became obscene. Then his dry body fell into the void. "Hey, it's really good. There are only nine people left."

"Oh, you get out of the way..." The purple youth, a roar, "this man, I will personally result in his."

"Oh?" After hearing the voice of the youth in purple, Li Lingfeng of Xianzu revealed a trace of smile, "finally, do you want to use your own housekeeping skills?"

"It's better to stay away from him. His means are part of yours and mine." In his right hand, between the rotation of the eight trigrams, a space began to build up, a space completely independent of the world, but able to see each other.

"The power of space?" Nie Chen frowned. The two people he was most afraid of were the existence of the Xianzu. The immortal spirit of Li Lingfeng was felt by Nie Chen before on the body of the God of the Qin clan. The eight trigrams magic weapon in Wanyan Nu's hand was even more palpitating, emitting an ominous and powerful breath.

In addition to the youth in purple, all of them were taken into their own space by Wanyan fury. Nie Chen looked at the young man in purple, and his face was calm. He said faintly: "hum, I didn't think that your strength is not the strongest, but the first one to stand up and face me alone!"

"You've been arrogant for too long. Now, you'll pay for it." The young man in purple opened his mouth to Nie Chen, "I can't kill you. Maybe the one who will die will be me. However, my purple moon is the first day's favorite son of Zifeng Valley, not because of my fighting ability, above the rest of the people, but just because of this skill!""Pa!" The purple moon, two palms in front of his chest, a mysterious force, in his whole body circulation, Nie Chen opened his milky eyes, shocked to find that this person's whole body meridians, in this moment, actually began to reverse the operation, all toward the spirit of the sea, and, began to compress, even his own life force, and all The forces of the stars are constantly absorbing and extracting.

With constant compression and concentration, the spirit sea of purple moon is getting smaller and smaller, and it is almost smaller than ants. It is really terrible to be able to compress the spirit sea to such a degree. It is an absolute explosive force, a destructive force that Nie dust has hardly seen. In the constant compression, it is almost going to explode.

"Fusion, thousand needles!" The purple moon was withered, reaching a limit. He talked about the aura of his whole body and compressed his power to a limit. His face was twisted and his expression was painful. His whole body looked bent. However, the attack power obtained by this method was really terrible, "ah, give me a break..."

Nie Chen's eyes, really nothing, but in his chest, unexpectedly, began to flow blood, and the blood is turning black, the depth of a very decadent force of death gas, not only in the chest, his whole body, are happening like this.

"What, this is?" In Nie Chen's eyes, he was shocked. "In an instant, there were countless small holes in his body, which seemed to have been penetrated by countless needles, and endless stillness began to melt his body and transform all the life energy of his body into the gas of death.

"The extreme of death is life, and the extreme of life is death." Li Lingfeng, a fairy, looked shocked. "He compressed life, released death, the net of death, and flying needles all over the sky. I didn't expect that there were still people who could master this skill that shocked the world."

"The needle of death is everywhere. If we were not in this independent void, we would probably have become the soul of the dead now. In this way, no matter the speed, the destructive power, or the concealment, it is perfect. Unfortunately, the cost that the caster has to pay is too heavy."

"The purple moon of Zifeng Valley is only one breath left. He has lost any combat effectiveness; the price he has paid, though heavy, is worth it. " A young man opened his mouth in shock. His words were full of exclamation.

"The evil cultivation in Xiling seems very surprised that the extremely small and dense death flying needles have pierced him into a plug." Someone then said, "he has been eroded by the power of death. It's impossible, and there is a possibility of recovery."

"Even if he is a monk of the evil way, he is still a living creature. He is full of the power of life. Now, the power of death will devour everything!" The rest of the monks were shocked, but they were relieved. Finally, the demon monk came to the end. "Of the 20 people we came to, including the extremely weak purple moon, only nine of us were left."

"Ah However, there was a sudden roar. Once again, everyone was stunned. A gray figure flashed past and rushed towards the purple moon, which was half kneeling in the void. A sword light flashed. The weak purple moon obviously had no strength to resist.

"No..." After a weak voice, his head flew up, his dry body and ferocious head fell towards the void, and his soul was killed by Nie Chen with a sword Now, there are only eight people left, and Nie Chen's body, the spirit of death, this moment, also strong to the extreme.

"The erosion of the force of death is related to the degree of movement of the breath of life. The more intense the erosion is, the faster the erosion will be." Li Lingfeng, from the fairyland, sneered and said, "he killed ziyue, but he accelerated his death. We don't need to do it any more.