C425 (1/2)
The empty void was completely shrouded by the sudden outbreak of sword like storm, and became haze in an instant. There is still a bloody blade galloping toward the storm in the sky's shrill sound. Sisma didn't pay attention to the scream in his mind. Instead, he grasped the long knife in his hand and gave birth to the extreme edge. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the salty blood that surged up his throat. Holding a knife, he broke into Hongling's sword storm.
The long sword sings high, and there are wisps of blood light flashing in the storm, which makes people confused. However, the sound of the sword could not cover the roar of the sword, but it was silent in an instant. Hongling folded his hands and quickly played the mysterious sword formula in the void. For a moment, people only heard the vague sound of cloth tearing, and they were soon awakened by the tragic sound.
Whoa! The last wisp of sword disappeared with the wind and turned into a cyclone, rolling out a blade of grass several days later. Sisma's hysterical roar finally disappeared with the sound of the sword. Bang! He fell heavily from the void, not even the corner of Hongling's clothes.
This is the peerless evil spirit of the grassland King court. At this time, his face was in a state of confusion and he was leaning on his sword and kneeling half in the crater he had smashed. His body has been cut out countless deep visible bone wounds, the horror is that these wounds, at the moment, a strong sense of sword. As long as he dares to mobilize his true Qi to disperse it, then his flesh and blood will be cut off by the explosion of the sword.
Sisma slowly gathered up the power of the sword in her hand, and looked at the instrument of destiny which had been full of cracks. Such a powerful magic weapon of ghost fairyland could not compete with the long sword of Hongling, the incomparable son of the world. This made him feel frustrated. Although he was not born as a son in white before his eyes, he thought that he was gifted and didn't pay much attention to this son of the royal family of big Chu.
It is a pity that the tragic reality that followed gave him a loud slap in the face. After all, he was not as good as the young man in white. He was completely defeated by sisma, whether he was born or gifted. Today, he is completely arrogant, just thinking about how to live.
Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa! Moller stood in front of the four prairie friars, clapping gently, with a trace of admiration on his face. Even he had to admit that Hongling, the matchless son of the great Chu Kingdom, was really terrible. In any aspect, no one can compare with him and the friars of grassland royal court led by him.
”He is worthy of being the only son of Hou, the champion of the great Chu Kingdom. His highness Hongling, the incomparable son of the world, is really eye opening!” Moller did not seem to care about siser's life and death, but looked at Hong Ling with great interest, his eyes full of admiration.
Hongling ignored Moller's words. He recalled the ten swords swimming in the void and held them together. Then, the boy dragged his sword and walked towards sisma in the distance step by step. His clothes and robes were hunting in the wind, and his eyes under the bangs had a chill.
Moller looked at the matchless son who was dragging the sword, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He put down his body and talked to the man, but the other side was cold faced and did not look at him. As a result, his highness, the prince of the grassland royal court, felt embarrassed. He opened his bow at will, coagulated the arrow with his own law, and shot several feather arrows towards Hongling.
Bang bang bang! The dull sound of the strings makes the mind tremble. The whistling feather arrow cuts through the sky and takes Hong Ling's shoulders and throat. They are so powerful that they bring a ripple of law in the void. Moller's mouth slightly cocked, it seems to have been able to foresee the peerless son's angry appearance.
However, before his arrow hit the white boy, the whole body of the matchless son suddenly rippled a layer of time and space ripples. The vast laws of time and space, into bursts of dense rule streamer, this piece of void completely locked. A few feather arrows just plunge into it, and it is like sinking into a mire and standing still.
People watched helplessly as the son in white ignored the influence of the laws of time and space and stepped into the crater where sisma was. He slowly raised the sword in his hand and put it against the throat of Tianjiao, the king of the grassland. He looked very calm.
”Now, tell me, why did you chase and kill my brother Hongyuan?” His tone is very cold, with a trace of irrefutable authority. Sisma just hesitated, instantly was stabbed by the tip of the sword throat skin, the wound exposed pink polyps.
”The friars of the royal family of the great Chu are the cancer in the ancient battlefield, and naturally everyone will be killed. When Hong Yuan meets Tianjiao in the golden tent of our grassland king, we will naturally pursue her Sisma bit her teeth and said to Hong Ling angrily. However, as soon as his words fell, a trace of sword spirit suddenly appeared on the sword in the young man's hand, which resonated with the dormant sword spirit in his wound.
Chuckle! Sisma's body was instantly woken up by the sword idea, and he couldn't help screaming. Hongling ignored the struggling and roaring grassland Tianjiao, but slowly got up and kicked off the bloody knife he was holding in his hand. Bang! As the sword fell into the distance, the monk of the king's gold tent fell directly to the ground.
”Don't challenge my patience. You are not the only one here. What's more, it's not just your monks on the grassland! ” Hong Ling looked at him coldly, and the sword in his hand once again poured out a trace of sword meaning.Poof! Sisma vomited blood directly, and her internal organs were suffering greatly at the moment. The matchless son of the world even crossed his body directly with his divine sense, and aroused the sword meaning in his viscera. In this way, his internal organs at this time in the burst out of the sword, bearing the pain of thousands of cuts.