Pei Ling immediately calmed down and said in a cold and grand manner: Counter!
He bent halfway through his waist and suddenly stood up again.
The monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty were also affected by the law of reversal, and their bodies moved involuntarily, but in the end they just froze slightly, and soon stretched out their fingers and pointed at Pei Ling.
Whoosh!
A beam of red and black intertwined flames ignited from the void, and the sparks instantly turned into a gorgeous and ferocious fire phoenix, whistling at Pei Ling.
The fire phoenix has a light and agile posture, but its body is extremely large, spreading its wings and lying in the sky, as if it covers the entire sky.
Its whole body is covered with red and black feathers of varying depths. The feathers on its head are as bright as the rising sun. The eyes are full of substance flames. The sharp claws are filled with feathers when they are soaring. Only the sharp claws may flash cold light. Behind them are several long and gorgeous tail feathers. Wherever they pass, the void is twisted. The cold and hot breath intertwined. The fire wings swept through the sky, silently, but it has the momentum to burn everything.
Pei Ling's voice is cold and cold: Curse!
The fire phoenix, still in mid-air, immediately appeared festering on the body, and the resentful and distorted faces began to appear from the wound. However, these faces had not yet been fully formed, and a flash of fire all over the fire phoenix was completely burned to death!
The flames were like waves falling into the sea, and they were once again absorbed into the Huofeng's body.
boom!!!
With a earth-shaking sound, half of the corridor instantly turned into a sea of fire.
The houses on both sides of the corridor, together with the doors, remained indifferent and were not damaged at all.
As the firelight soared into the sky, Pei Ling's figure appeared not far from the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty, but at a critical moment, he avoided the opponent's magic with the Five Ghosts Tianluo Die.
Although the Huo Feng's attack just now was so powerful, Pei Ling's heart was extremely calm.
Just like the battle with the monk Yàn Xicheng just now, he doesn’t need to defeat the dynasty in front of him. As long as he drags on for a while, he will definitely win!
Thinking of this, in Pei Ling's eyes, small and strange runes rose and intertwined, and the magical power of resentment!
Suddenly, the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty all hatred for the living, as if they were opened to the flood, and continued to rush into Pei Ling's body.
Pei Ling's aura suddenly increased, and the curse of Everlasting Regret!
At this time, the blood marks on the neck of the monk of the Ryukeng Dynasty expanded faster, and his fate was still losing with a surging momentum.
The monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty quickly cast a complex magic trick, and the phantom of a huge seal slowly emerged in the air, pressing down on Pei Ling with his majestic and heavy force.
In this seal, the aura is calm and simple, as if it is a small world that carries the habitat and years of countless creatures. Its momentum is majestic, and there is also a domineering attitude that urges the bearer to kneel down and submit quickly!
Pei Ling held the Jiupo Sword in his hand and slashed at the phantom of the seal hard.
The blood-colored sword energy broke through the sky like lightning, colliding with the phantom head-on.
boom!!!
With a deafening sound, the phantom of the seal shattered, and at the same time, Pei Ling was also shocked to fly backwards.
Pei Ling quickly stabilized his body, turned over and landed, and turned his head, and countless runes in his eyes had risen alternately, his eyes were bright, and his eternal curse magic power!
The method of forgetting!
Brush brush...
In an instant, Pei Ling cut out thousands of sword auras, and the blood light burst out, spreading throughout the sky, like the sunset glow and blood staining the sky. Each sword aura was condensed like a line, with terrifying power.
The aura of the monks of the Ryuvo Dynasty immediately became even weaker. At the same time, his body stiffened slightly, as if he had forgotten what to do next.
But soon, he realized, and immediately brushed his sleeves, and the flames came out of nowhere, like the sea flowing across the river, filling the entire corridor with a blink of an eye, and the fire shone in the night, rushing straight into the sky.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom...
The two sides immediately started a war, and the sound of breaking through the clouds and rocks rolled endlessly. The sword light and flames rose intertwined, sometimes the coldness was bone-broken, sometimes the heat was hard to resist; sometimes the sword light split the sea of fire, sometimes the angry flames burned everything...
The entire station kept shaking, and creaking sounds were heard everywhere, as if they were unbearable, but they were not affected at all. The door frames and windows were as old as before, without any trace of burning or long swords.
After a moment, the movement gradually stopped.
The originally empty corridor is now half a flame, half a scattered sword intent.
Pei Ling stood steadily, half of his body had turned into coke, but under the influence of the residual medicinal power of Tian Shanglei, this part of his body was recovering quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not far from him, the body of the monk of the Ryukeng Dynasty was almost transparent, the blood marks on his neck had expanded into a circle of blood, and his neck had been eroded a whole piece.
If it weren't for his two hands holding his head firmly, he wouldn't be able to keep his head on his neck and stay on his neck without rolling down to the ground.
Pei Ling held the Nine Soul Sword in his hand and stared at the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty, and was about to win!
The other party can't hold on for long!
At this time, the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty asked in a low voice: Junior... Which genius are you from?
I... have something... I want to... ask you to bring it back...the Cunkui royal family...
The same questions and the same request as the monk Yàn Xicheng just now...
It seems that even these righteous monks who retained their rationality can only recover a trace of their former Taoist heart when they are about to die.
So Pei Ling replied: The Holy Son of Chongming Sect, Pei Ling.
After saying this, he then asked, what is the thing I want me to bring?
As soon as he finished asking, Pei Ling suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Some of the fate that had been immersed in his body suddenly began to flow back into the bodies of the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty!
Don’t respond when knocking on the door...He violated this law!
However, the monk from the Ryukeng Dynasty is obviously not knocking on the door!
At this moment, the blood marks on the neck of the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty stopped expanding. Although their aura was not as good as the peak before, they did not continue to weaken.
The monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty immediately said in a majestic voice: Protect the Lord!
In the void, several arms were stretched out from the body, and they all held the heads of the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty, fixed them to their necks to prevent their heads from falling to the ground.
The monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty restored their freedom with both hands and then said: Beat the drum!
In the empty and quiet corridor, a sudden sound of drums suddenly sounded.
The drums rolled like thunder, fierce and fierce, as if urging thousands of troops to gallop out, trampling the enemy into ashes.
Amid the sound of drumbeats, the breath of the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty rose rapidly, and suddenly broke through the suppression of the eternal curse magical power.
The monks of the dynasty spoke again, and said loudly: Behead!
He bent halfway through his waist and suddenly stood up again.
The monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty were also affected by the law of reversal, and their bodies moved involuntarily, but in the end they just froze slightly, and soon stretched out their fingers and pointed at Pei Ling.
Whoosh!
A beam of red and black intertwined flames ignited from the void, and the sparks instantly turned into a gorgeous and ferocious fire phoenix, whistling at Pei Ling.
The fire phoenix has a light and agile posture, but its body is extremely large, spreading its wings and lying in the sky, as if it covers the entire sky.
Its whole body is covered with red and black feathers of varying depths. The feathers on its head are as bright as the rising sun. The eyes are full of substance flames. The sharp claws are filled with feathers when they are soaring. Only the sharp claws may flash cold light. Behind them are several long and gorgeous tail feathers. Wherever they pass, the void is twisted. The cold and hot breath intertwined. The fire wings swept through the sky, silently, but it has the momentum to burn everything.
Pei Ling's voice is cold and cold: Curse!
The fire phoenix, still in mid-air, immediately appeared festering on the body, and the resentful and distorted faces began to appear from the wound. However, these faces had not yet been fully formed, and a flash of fire all over the fire phoenix was completely burned to death!
The flames were like waves falling into the sea, and they were once again absorbed into the Huofeng's body.
boom!!!
With a earth-shaking sound, half of the corridor instantly turned into a sea of fire.
The houses on both sides of the corridor, together with the doors, remained indifferent and were not damaged at all.
As the firelight soared into the sky, Pei Ling's figure appeared not far from the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty, but at a critical moment, he avoided the opponent's magic with the Five Ghosts Tianluo Die.
Although the Huo Feng's attack just now was so powerful, Pei Ling's heart was extremely calm.
Just like the battle with the monk Yàn Xicheng just now, he doesn’t need to defeat the dynasty in front of him. As long as he drags on for a while, he will definitely win!
Thinking of this, in Pei Ling's eyes, small and strange runes rose and intertwined, and the magical power of resentment!
Suddenly, the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty all hatred for the living, as if they were opened to the flood, and continued to rush into Pei Ling's body.
Pei Ling's aura suddenly increased, and the curse of Everlasting Regret!
At this time, the blood marks on the neck of the monk of the Ryukeng Dynasty expanded faster, and his fate was still losing with a surging momentum.
The monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty quickly cast a complex magic trick, and the phantom of a huge seal slowly emerged in the air, pressing down on Pei Ling with his majestic and heavy force.
In this seal, the aura is calm and simple, as if it is a small world that carries the habitat and years of countless creatures. Its momentum is majestic, and there is also a domineering attitude that urges the bearer to kneel down and submit quickly!
Pei Ling held the Jiupo Sword in his hand and slashed at the phantom of the seal hard.
The blood-colored sword energy broke through the sky like lightning, colliding with the phantom head-on.
boom!!!
With a deafening sound, the phantom of the seal shattered, and at the same time, Pei Ling was also shocked to fly backwards.
Pei Ling quickly stabilized his body, turned over and landed, and turned his head, and countless runes in his eyes had risen alternately, his eyes were bright, and his eternal curse magic power!
The method of forgetting!
Brush brush...
In an instant, Pei Ling cut out thousands of sword auras, and the blood light burst out, spreading throughout the sky, like the sunset glow and blood staining the sky. Each sword aura was condensed like a line, with terrifying power.
The aura of the monks of the Ryuvo Dynasty immediately became even weaker. At the same time, his body stiffened slightly, as if he had forgotten what to do next.
But soon, he realized, and immediately brushed his sleeves, and the flames came out of nowhere, like the sea flowing across the river, filling the entire corridor with a blink of an eye, and the fire shone in the night, rushing straight into the sky.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom...
The two sides immediately started a war, and the sound of breaking through the clouds and rocks rolled endlessly. The sword light and flames rose intertwined, sometimes the coldness was bone-broken, sometimes the heat was hard to resist; sometimes the sword light split the sea of fire, sometimes the angry flames burned everything...
The entire station kept shaking, and creaking sounds were heard everywhere, as if they were unbearable, but they were not affected at all. The door frames and windows were as old as before, without any trace of burning or long swords.
After a moment, the movement gradually stopped.
The originally empty corridor is now half a flame, half a scattered sword intent.
Pei Ling stood steadily, half of his body had turned into coke, but under the influence of the residual medicinal power of Tian Shanglei, this part of his body was recovering quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not far from him, the body of the monk of the Ryukeng Dynasty was almost transparent, the blood marks on his neck had expanded into a circle of blood, and his neck had been eroded a whole piece.
If it weren't for his two hands holding his head firmly, he wouldn't be able to keep his head on his neck and stay on his neck without rolling down to the ground.
Pei Ling held the Nine Soul Sword in his hand and stared at the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty, and was about to win!
The other party can't hold on for long!
At this time, the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty asked in a low voice: Junior... Which genius are you from?
I... have something... I want to... ask you to bring it back...the Cunkui royal family...
The same questions and the same request as the monk Yàn Xicheng just now...
It seems that even these righteous monks who retained their rationality can only recover a trace of their former Taoist heart when they are about to die.
So Pei Ling replied: The Holy Son of Chongming Sect, Pei Ling.
After saying this, he then asked, what is the thing I want me to bring?
As soon as he finished asking, Pei Ling suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Some of the fate that had been immersed in his body suddenly began to flow back into the bodies of the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty!
Don’t respond when knocking on the door...He violated this law!
However, the monk from the Ryukeng Dynasty is obviously not knocking on the door!
At this moment, the blood marks on the neck of the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty stopped expanding. Although their aura was not as good as the peak before, they did not continue to weaken.
The monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty immediately said in a majestic voice: Protect the Lord!
In the void, several arms were stretched out from the body, and they all held the heads of the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty, fixed them to their necks to prevent their heads from falling to the ground.
The monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty restored their freedom with both hands and then said: Beat the drum!
In the empty and quiet corridor, a sudden sound of drums suddenly sounded.
The drums rolled like thunder, fierce and fierce, as if urging thousands of troops to gallop out, trampling the enemy into ashes.
Amid the sound of drumbeats, the breath of the monks of the Ryukeng Dynasty rose rapidly, and suddenly broke through the suppression of the eternal curse magical power.
The monks of the dynasty spoke again, and said loudly: Behead!
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