C344 (2/2)
Hong Ling ignored all the people who had left. At this time, his right palm had been pressed on the eye of the array. The vast and boundless Qi machine is pouring into the sword array. Sensing that the more powerful the spear fell from the void, he roared and his hand suddenly raised. His original body shape of one knee and half kneeling, at this moment, also quickly stood up.
Hum! The ten long swords suddenly broke away from the array, just like entangled dragons, trailing different colors of flame tails, toward the falling cyclone in the void. A sword storm, far more terrible than the war spear cyclone, stands between heaven and earth.
Boom! The storm and the cyclone collided fiercely, and were in a stalemate for an instant. Hong Ling's hands suddenly raised, and the ten giant swords, which had been hidden in the storm, broke through the air quickly. They are like silverfish swimming in the deep sea, crisscrossing the cyclones passing through Zhao Yu.
The sharp sword light of the ten series rules constantly smashes the spiritual power of the cyclone, making its prestige gradually weaken at this moment. At the center of the cyclone, Zhao Yu snorted coldly, and his crossed palms opened instantly. The spear, which had been in stalemate with the storm, was actually broken by Shengsheng.
Zhao Yuren quickly fell with the spear and shot at Hongling above the empty array. The spear in front of him is still releasing a tyrannical atmosphere. The powerful destructive force even made Hongling's battle battle lines crack ferociously.
”Hongling, the matchless son of the world, how can you stop my fatal attack without a sword in your hand?” Zhao Yu's words have a trace of pride. Hong Ling was so stupid that he let out the sad sword and went to destroy his cyclone. In this way, this son is empty handed against his own spear. What's the difference between this and looking for death?
”Don't worry, sir. The road to the netherworld is open. Go well all the way!” Hong Ling snorted coldly and stepped on the array with his right foot.
Boom! At this moment, the array, which is thousands of feet in size, burst into countless pieces of light. These dark gold metal fluorescence, like fireflies flowing with the wind. They swayed and gathered in front of Hong Ling like wind and snow, forming a dark golden ball of light. Young hands around the dense ball, two palms suddenly close ten. In an instant, the dazzling streamer emerged from his palm.
Hum, an inch sharp sword tip, emerged from the halo. It slowly rises in the air and brings out the body of the sad God sword which is covered with terrible thunder. Hong Ling raised her hands slightly. The God of sorrow rose from between his arms, and with a violent force, he fought with Zhao Yu's spear.
The complacent Zhao Yu was shocked at this moment. Even though he had already known that Hong Ling was good at sword control, in his opinion, controlling ten long swords was the limit of this matchless son. What he didn't expect was that what he had guessed was totally wrong. The maximum number of imperial swords is not ten at all. So, where is his limit?
At this time, the two heavenly instruments are in constant deadlock. Zhao Yu's spear was blessed by his strength. At this time, he slowly lowered Hongling's sword. Although this speed is very slow, it can let him take the initiative in the war situation.”Hongling, the matchless son of the world, is this what you call the backhand of sending me to the netherworld?” Zhao Yu sneered, his eyes full of disdain.
On the tip of the sword, there is a crack on the edge of the spear. This seems to have produced a butterfly effect. On the basis of the first one, several cracks spread to the whole body of the sad sword. Zhao Yu roared and doubled the strength of the spear. Bang, the God of sorrow burst. At the moment, the cyclone above the void is also crushed by ten long swords.
Zhao Yu's body shape fell rapidly towards Hongling again. He and his spear are in one, just like a meteorite falling into the sky. The brilliant heavenly power makes him look like a critical God. However, Hong Ling was not too alarmed. He stretched out his left hand and opened his hand to Zhao Yu in the void. There was a dense flow of time and space in his palm.
”Time and space, still!” The tone of the youth is very gentle, but Zhao Yu, who had fallen rapidly, was born and hovered in the void at this moment. His consciousness, his Qi, his destiny and magic tools seem to have been lost in the long river of time and space, without a trace of flowing trend.
Hong Ling's right hand towards the void in the ten long swords suddenly grasp, immediately toward the bottom of the merciless pull. Hum, ten huge swords with a size of 100 Zhang turned over and fell down at this moment. They quickly become one in the void and shrink in size. Soon, a three foot long sad sword, flashing chaos halo, suddenly fell towards the bottom.
The empty space frozen by the law of time and space in Hongling's left hand slowly emerges with cracks. Obviously, although he could temporarily freeze the space and time in the ten directions of heaven by using the power of two heavenly magic weapons, he could not keep Zhao Yu in the realm of Tianming emperor for a long time. At this time, the peerless Tianjiao seems to have a tendency to break through time and space.
”Well, break through the frozen void? It's a good idea, but it's too late! ” Hong Ling sneered and locked her eyes.
Bang, the frozen void is broken, and Zhao Yu's figure still falls rapidly. And his power, at this moment, is also released to the extreme. The sword of the God of sorrow, which confronts with the spear, crumbles. Zhao Yu's spear was about to hit Hong Ling's body, and his eyes even had a smile of victory. He did not know that at the moment when time and space were frozen, the sword of God of sorrow in the void had already taken the step of the God of death.
Hiss! A streamer flashed, leaving a ferocious blood hole in Zhao Yu's back heart. At this moment, his original powerful Qi Qi machine was broken. Boom! Dark gold streamer into the ground, an instant with a loud noise. In the smoke and dust all over the sky. Hongling held the spear and stopped Zhao Yu's attack.
”How could I, how could I, die in the hands of a lowly man like you!” Zhao Yu's tone is weak. The blood hole on his chest, filled with a dark gold corrosive force, is rapidly expanding at this time. Soon, the celestial pride was corrupted by the dark golden power.
”Nothing is impossible. When I said I would kill you, I would kill you. What can you do? ” Hong Ling looked at the clean void in front of her eyes, and then looked at the fighting spear which was constantly struggling. On her hands, she quickly gathered a dark golden thunder and suppressed the fierce spear.
”Zhao Yu, he's dead!” Aoqin looks at Hong Ling with horror on his face, and his eyes are full of fear.