Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang...
Just as the weapons were about to pierce into the body of the monk Yàn Xicheng, dense weapons also emerged from the monk Yàn Xicheng. Cold light flashed, sparks flew everywhere, and a fierce sound of gold and iron attacks blocked Pei Ling's reversal of the result.
Yàn The monk in Xicheng looked at Pei Ling with sharp eyes and said hoarsely: The Great Dao returns to the emptiness... It's a pity... There is no way to reunite...
No matter how strong the rules you master... you cannot support it...
As soon as he finished speaking, the many weapons transformed from Pei Lingzhou's body disappeared like snow meeting the sun!
The weapons popped up by the armor of the monks in the Xicheng City immediately surged and extended out, and each weapon turned into a mighty and strong armored general.
The first general was burly and short, like pure steel casting. The position of the armor was covered tightly, engraved with the outline of the prehistoric beast, and his whole body was filled with a breath of barbarity, fierceness and fierceness.
He held a battle axe in his hand, raised it high, holding the sound of wind and thunder, and slashed at Pei Ling fiercely.
The second general was slender, tall, holding a double halberd, wandering in the cramped space, like a poisonous insect dormant in the dark night, and the halberd appeared like a snake, stabbing Pei Ling's vital points; the third general's armor was bumpy, covered with various scars, and the breath of blood and fire came to his face, looking cold and silent, carrying a mace on his shoulder, and the sharp rivets flashed with a cold light.
call!
The sound of the wind suddenly started, and the mace hit Pei Ling's head with a huge force.
The space inside the coffin is small, but it can no longer accommodate the fourth general.
The strong wind blew on his face, and the sharp blade had not yet reached his body, and the coldness was already everywhere. Pei Ling had no way to avoid it, and there was no room for maneuver. He knew immediately that this was the rule mastered by the monks in Xicheng!
The other party was one great level higher than him, and as soon as he left the second gate, he immediately entered the third gate. He had no time to organize the power of the law in the second gate, and was very unskilled in mastering it, so he failed to completely reverse the result.
The next moment, Pei Ling's aura changed, and the surging sea of blood emerged from his body, and the sword intent rose. It seemed that in an instant, it turned into a peerless evil sword.
Three rays of blood-like sword auras appeared all over his body instantly.
These three sword energy are condensed as solid, and the shape is exactly the same as the Nine Soul Sword. On the blade, three pairs of eyes, which contain joy, anger and sorrow, suddenly opened.
The three blood evil sword spirits transformed by the sword spirit were instantly slashed out.
Dangdangdangdangdangdang!
The sound of gold and iron was soaring. After a loud bang, three sword auras blocked the weapons of the three generals.
Seeing that his weapons were held by the sword energy, the three generals were fighting spirits surged around them, and suddenly they looked up and let out a low roar, roaring like thunder, rolling in all directions.
Immediately, the general's aura suddenly surged and suddenly shook the sword's aura.
The wind was sharp and sharp, and the weapons of the three generals continued to bombard Pei Ling.
At the same time, the monks of Yàn Xicheng opened their mouths and immediately spit out countless swords, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons, like a long river composed of weapons.
It was surging and surging, sweeping out endlessly, as if it was about to completely swallow Pei Ling.
Pei Ling was still absorbing the fate of the monk in the Xicheng City, and had no intention of letting go.
Suddenly, thick as solid darkness spread all over his body, and the darkness attacked quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the entire coffin was swallowed.
In the darkness, countless whispers sounded, and the three sword auras that were shaken open turned in the air, quickly facing the weapons spit out by the monks in the Xicheng City.
In front of Pei Ling, the sword energy like six blood training appeared again.
Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang...
Puff puff puff...
A series of clanging sounds sounded, as dense as a sudden rain, and Pei Ling's body was suddenly pierced by countless weapons.
In the darkness, a cold and treacherous voice sounded instantly: Reverse!
All the weapons that pierced Pei Ling's body began to retreat along the previous trajectory, and the blood in the wound flowed backwards, and the wounds began to recover one by one.
But the speed of this regression is getting slower and slower.
When Pei Ling was still stuck in a sharp short sword in his waist and abdomen, the regression had stopped.
Yàn The monk in Xicheng heard the whispers in the darkness without hearing it, and directly punched Pei Ling.
Bang!!!
Pei Ling didn't have time to dodge for a moment, so he got hit hard.
His whole body hit the coffin board, blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was loud and cold: Spell!
The rottenness of the monks in the Xicheng City increased, and the pus flowed at a faster speed, the smell of fishy smell became stronger, and more and more people appeared on the wounds.
Hehe...hehe...hehe...hehe...hehe...
The sharp and harsh laughter resounded throughout the coffin.
The face of the monk Yàn Xicheng City did not change at all, so he continued to take action.
The chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the
In the narrow space, the two fought quickly at a speed that was difficult to recognize with their naked eyes.
The blood fell down one by one at first, and soon it splashed. Then it turned into a stream-like gurgling. Pei Ling was injured more and more severely, but he was reluctant to let go. The fate of the monk in Xicheng continued to flow into his body.
Gradually, as the loss of fate became more and more serious, the aura of the monks in Xicheng became weaker and weaker.
His figure seemed to be a picture wet by the rain, getting lighter and shallower.
Boom boom boom boom...
The coffin kept shaking, pulling through the spider webs around it, dust rustling, and the battle became more and more intense.
...After a long time, the movements in the coffin finally subsided.
At this moment, in the coffin, the figure of the monk in the Xicheng City was almost transparent, and his aura was extremely weak.
Pei Lingzhou's body was covered with scars, and blood soaked in his robe. Under him, it gathered into a pool of blood. His face was pale as paper. He could no longer maintain the secret record of the Sun Eclipse, revealing his original appearance.
I have not been in a coma at the moment, and it is already full of support from will.
Both sides are already at the end of their strength, and the remaining power is only enough to take the last shot.
The chaotic aura of the monk in the Xicheng City and the overwhelming hatred for the living have become extremely thin. The large-scale loss of fate has taken away his power and made him look a little more clear and bright in his eyes.
He suddenly asked in an obscure and low voice: What kind of genius are you...
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling hesitated for a moment, but finally replied: The Holy Son of Chongming Sect, Pei Ling.
The monk in the Xicheng City nodded slightly, and then said weakly: Chongming Sect... help me... bring... something... back to Yàn Xicheng...
Yàn Sai Castle... Fushi...
This seat's fate is counted as a deposit...
...After things are done..., Fu... will give you the rest of the...
Just as the weapons were about to pierce into the body of the monk Yàn Xicheng, dense weapons also emerged from the monk Yàn Xicheng. Cold light flashed, sparks flew everywhere, and a fierce sound of gold and iron attacks blocked Pei Ling's reversal of the result.
Yàn The monk in Xicheng looked at Pei Ling with sharp eyes and said hoarsely: The Great Dao returns to the emptiness... It's a pity... There is no way to reunite...
No matter how strong the rules you master... you cannot support it...
As soon as he finished speaking, the many weapons transformed from Pei Lingzhou's body disappeared like snow meeting the sun!
The weapons popped up by the armor of the monks in the Xicheng City immediately surged and extended out, and each weapon turned into a mighty and strong armored general.
The first general was burly and short, like pure steel casting. The position of the armor was covered tightly, engraved with the outline of the prehistoric beast, and his whole body was filled with a breath of barbarity, fierceness and fierceness.
He held a battle axe in his hand, raised it high, holding the sound of wind and thunder, and slashed at Pei Ling fiercely.
The second general was slender, tall, holding a double halberd, wandering in the cramped space, like a poisonous insect dormant in the dark night, and the halberd appeared like a snake, stabbing Pei Ling's vital points; the third general's armor was bumpy, covered with various scars, and the breath of blood and fire came to his face, looking cold and silent, carrying a mace on his shoulder, and the sharp rivets flashed with a cold light.
call!
The sound of the wind suddenly started, and the mace hit Pei Ling's head with a huge force.
The space inside the coffin is small, but it can no longer accommodate the fourth general.
The strong wind blew on his face, and the sharp blade had not yet reached his body, and the coldness was already everywhere. Pei Ling had no way to avoid it, and there was no room for maneuver. He knew immediately that this was the rule mastered by the monks in Xicheng!
The other party was one great level higher than him, and as soon as he left the second gate, he immediately entered the third gate. He had no time to organize the power of the law in the second gate, and was very unskilled in mastering it, so he failed to completely reverse the result.
The next moment, Pei Ling's aura changed, and the surging sea of blood emerged from his body, and the sword intent rose. It seemed that in an instant, it turned into a peerless evil sword.
Three rays of blood-like sword auras appeared all over his body instantly.
These three sword energy are condensed as solid, and the shape is exactly the same as the Nine Soul Sword. On the blade, three pairs of eyes, which contain joy, anger and sorrow, suddenly opened.
The three blood evil sword spirits transformed by the sword spirit were instantly slashed out.
Dangdangdangdangdangdang!
The sound of gold and iron was soaring. After a loud bang, three sword auras blocked the weapons of the three generals.
Seeing that his weapons were held by the sword energy, the three generals were fighting spirits surged around them, and suddenly they looked up and let out a low roar, roaring like thunder, rolling in all directions.
Immediately, the general's aura suddenly surged and suddenly shook the sword's aura.
The wind was sharp and sharp, and the weapons of the three generals continued to bombard Pei Ling.
At the same time, the monks of Yàn Xicheng opened their mouths and immediately spit out countless swords, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons, like a long river composed of weapons.
It was surging and surging, sweeping out endlessly, as if it was about to completely swallow Pei Ling.
Pei Ling was still absorbing the fate of the monk in the Xicheng City, and had no intention of letting go.
Suddenly, thick as solid darkness spread all over his body, and the darkness attacked quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the entire coffin was swallowed.
In the darkness, countless whispers sounded, and the three sword auras that were shaken open turned in the air, quickly facing the weapons spit out by the monks in the Xicheng City.
In front of Pei Ling, the sword energy like six blood training appeared again.
Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang...
Puff puff puff...
A series of clanging sounds sounded, as dense as a sudden rain, and Pei Ling's body was suddenly pierced by countless weapons.
In the darkness, a cold and treacherous voice sounded instantly: Reverse!
All the weapons that pierced Pei Ling's body began to retreat along the previous trajectory, and the blood in the wound flowed backwards, and the wounds began to recover one by one.
But the speed of this regression is getting slower and slower.
When Pei Ling was still stuck in a sharp short sword in his waist and abdomen, the regression had stopped.
Yàn The monk in Xicheng heard the whispers in the darkness without hearing it, and directly punched Pei Ling.
Bang!!!
Pei Ling didn't have time to dodge for a moment, so he got hit hard.
His whole body hit the coffin board, blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was loud and cold: Spell!
The rottenness of the monks in the Xicheng City increased, and the pus flowed at a faster speed, the smell of fishy smell became stronger, and more and more people appeared on the wounds.
Hehe...hehe...hehe...hehe...hehe...
The sharp and harsh laughter resounded throughout the coffin.
The face of the monk Yàn Xicheng City did not change at all, so he continued to take action.
The chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the chords of the
In the narrow space, the two fought quickly at a speed that was difficult to recognize with their naked eyes.
The blood fell down one by one at first, and soon it splashed. Then it turned into a stream-like gurgling. Pei Ling was injured more and more severely, but he was reluctant to let go. The fate of the monk in Xicheng continued to flow into his body.
Gradually, as the loss of fate became more and more serious, the aura of the monks in Xicheng became weaker and weaker.
His figure seemed to be a picture wet by the rain, getting lighter and shallower.
Boom boom boom boom...
The coffin kept shaking, pulling through the spider webs around it, dust rustling, and the battle became more and more intense.
...After a long time, the movements in the coffin finally subsided.
At this moment, in the coffin, the figure of the monk in the Xicheng City was almost transparent, and his aura was extremely weak.
Pei Lingzhou's body was covered with scars, and blood soaked in his robe. Under him, it gathered into a pool of blood. His face was pale as paper. He could no longer maintain the secret record of the Sun Eclipse, revealing his original appearance.
I have not been in a coma at the moment, and it is already full of support from will.
Both sides are already at the end of their strength, and the remaining power is only enough to take the last shot.
The chaotic aura of the monk in the Xicheng City and the overwhelming hatred for the living have become extremely thin. The large-scale loss of fate has taken away his power and made him look a little more clear and bright in his eyes.
He suddenly asked in an obscure and low voice: What kind of genius are you...
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling hesitated for a moment, but finally replied: The Holy Son of Chongming Sect, Pei Ling.
The monk in the Xicheng City nodded slightly, and then said weakly: Chongming Sect... help me... bring... something... back to Yàn Xicheng...
Yàn Sai Castle... Fushi...
This seat's fate is counted as a deposit...
...After things are done..., Fu... will give you the rest of the...
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