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”You, you killed Xiao Yue!” Han Shan's face changed, staring at Hong Ling, his eyes full of horror. He looked at Hong Ling, his face full of anger, and immediately said, ”do you know, Xiao Yue is my brother in charge of the blood skeleton!”
”Why, is it that your brother, who is in charge of blood and skeleton, is more valuable than other people and can't be killed or killed?” Hong Ling sneered and said to him. The young man combined the three sad swords again, and raised the sword to the remaining two people and said, ”don't say it's your blood skeleton leader's brother, or the demon prince. I've killed all of them. Today, no matter who you are, what glorious past you have. Between you and me, only one can survive. ”
Han Shan and Xue he looked at each other with a strong sense of fear in their eyes. The boy doesn't look like a liar. Is it true that the prince of demon clan died in his hands? If it is, then they will die today.
”Hum, everyone will say that you killed the prince of the demon clan, it must be true?” Xue he snorted coldly, his eyes full of scorn. His long dark blue sword was cut off by Hongling with a sword of sadness, and only half of it was held in his hand.
”I didn't ask you to believe me, and what do I do that is necessary for you to identify?” Hong Ling sneered. He pointed his foot a little, and the man had already swept out.
The God of sorrow draws a cold streamer in the void, and the end of this streamer is Xue he, whose face is disdainful. For Hong Ling, the best way to stop rumors is to stifle them. Since Xue he wants to die himself, he doesn't mind sending him to hell first.
Xue he's face is fierce. He has only half a long sword left in his hand, and he is not Hongling's opponent at all. However, he didn't want to die himself, so he had to face up with a half length sword. After living in the dead sea for a long time, the materials stored in Xue he's space ring have been exhausted. Even some previously prepared magic weapons were destroyed by some powerful forces in the dead sea. The green and black sword that Hong Ling cut off is his last and best one.
Han Shan sighed a long sigh of relief when he saw that Hong Ling was taking Xue he. People are always lucky, and he is no exception. If Hong Ling is to give priority to targeting him, then he can only consider himself unlucky. Now, this young man is aiming at Xue he, which makes him feel lucky after a disaster. Although he is also the target of Hongling, what should happen in the middle. Maybe he can survive in his imagination.
Both of them knew that at this time, they could not let Hong Ling kill a person again, otherwise they would be really helpless. As the strongest of the two, Hanshan naturally wants to help Xue he intercept Hongling's attack. Although his big axe was cut off half by Hongling's sad sword, it still works. At the moment when Xue he and Hong Ling fight again, Han Shan swings his axe and sweeps towards Hongling's waist. This heavy axe was swung by him with genuine Qi and brute force. It was suddenly majestic and had the power of breaking mountains and stones.
Hong Ling frowned. Hanshan's axe is too dangerous. If you are not careful, you may be swept by the incomplete axe blade. By then, he may capsize in the gutter. The young man beat back Xue he with a sword, and then he swung his sword and chopped the big axe that swept across the country.
Keng, a huge axe the size of a wheel, was hard cut into two. The half of the axe blade that left the handle hit the ground heavily. The size of the wheel of the axe blade, left less than a third. Hanshan was beaten back by Hongling with a sword. He stood not far away. The axe in the blood skeleton has no feeling for the boy's monstrous strength, or has been completely numb.
”Xue he, run! Don't look back. Run as far as you can. At least, take the news back to the blood skull headquarters Han Shan shouts at Xue he standing in the distance. Now, he no longer has any illusions about whether he can survive successfully from Hongling. Only he can drag Hongling in a short time and let Xue he have enough time to return to the blood skeleton headquarters.
Hearing this, Xue he bit his teeth and looked at Hong Ling angrily. He turned around and tore up the void. He was about to run away. However, how can Hong Ling make him do it. He pointed his feet a little, and rushed toward Xue he with his sword. Han Shan was overjoyed to see Hongling go after Xue he. Taking advantage of this moment, he decided to escape himself.
”Well, you want to run?” Hong Ling snorted coldly and threw out the sad sword with a locked pupil. In an instant, the God of sorrow split into a huge sword array. It burns the dark golden thunder fire, enveloping Hanshan, completely isolating him from the power of emptiness.
After finishing this, the teenager tore open the barrier of space and walked into the void. Soon, he saw the flying crane in front of him. Hongling congealed a group of thunder and fire, and quickly threw it towards the space barrier in front of her. Bang, Tianhuang thunder and fire hit the void in front of Xue he at a very fast speed. The blazing flame, Xue he opened up the empty channel to ablation collapse.
Xue he turned his head ferociously, looked at Hongling with indignation on his face, and roared: ”you really want to kill like this!”
Hong Ling looked at him and ignored him. He thought a move, people have swept out, a palm toward Xue he. Light blue water vapor, with the powerful force of the void, toward Xue he. At this time, his power was ten times stronger than that of water. Even Xue he, who was standing in the void and waiting for the battle, looked at him with a pale blue palm print.This light blue palm print, with the end of the sky thunder fire, is almost the opposite path. Hongling imitated the running route of thunder and fire in the wasteland of heaven. The spirit power of water condensed from the water palm technique went against the way and received unexpected results. This huge palm print completely covers the entire void passage, and then it is shrouded in the tiny shadow of Xue he.
Xue he raised his head fiercely, and then a strong Qi burst out of his body. He concentrated all his strength on his right fist, and one fist went towards the falling ten Zhang palm print. Bang, the fist shadow of several Zhang size intersects with the palm print, spreading a strong shock wave in the void channel.
After all, Xue he is just an ordinary friar of refining God and returning to emptiness. He is different from Hongling in strength. At this time, the shadow of his fist was defeated by the huge palm, and the whole person was blown out of the void by life. He fell heavily on the ground, spit out a mouthful of dead blood, almost shifted his internal organs, even his meridians were broken a lot. He struggled to stand up, but found that the space around him was completely confined by Hongling's great force of emptiness.
Hong Ling walked slowly to Xue he, who was imprisoned by his Qi. The young man looked at his angry eyes and stopped talking. He quickly put out a hand. He quickly pinched Xue he's neck, lifted him up and let him struggle in the air.
Click, Hongling palm Qi machine a vomit, broke Xue he's neck. Under his guidance, the mighty force of emptiness poured into Xue he's four limbs and hundreds of skeletons, crushing the vitality in his body at one stroke. In an instant, the powerful blood skeleton crazy wind sword died in the hands of the young man.
With a wave of his hand, he waved a fire and burned Xue he's body. Once again, Hong Ling stepped into the void, appeared in front of Han Shan and looked at him coldly.