C458 (2/2)

At this time, the two Tianjiao suddenly turned around, with a quick hand to block the unparalleled son of a blow. The monk in green on the left held a silver and white sickle spear, while the friar on the right had a double-edged axe. Seeing the icy arc-shaped sword Qi attacking, they burst into a drink, and suddenly used their magic weapons to wield two powerful Qi strength.

Boom! Suddenly there is a violent sound between heaven and earth, which makes the earth torn apart by the afterwaves of its strong law. At this time, the two men were covered by the strong tide of ice and snow law, which made their bodies quickly recoil at this moment.

Poof! Two people suddenly spit out a mouthful of dead blood, a face of horror at the eyes of the matchless son. None of them thought that the young man's attack would be so terrible. It's just a fight with this man, and they're hit hard. What kind of monster is he that can burst out such a powerful force. Seeing that Hong Ling is about to continue to pursue, these two people are in a hurry!

”Wait, you can't kill us. I am Fang Zhan, a disciple of Xiangong in Xianjie town. He is mu Heng, a disciple of Xianluo hall in Xianjie. If you dare to hurt us, wait for the suppression of Zhenxian palace and Xianluo hall! ” Fang Zhan reverses the sickle and hook gun in his hand and looks at Hongling with vigilance on his face. Seeing that the son in white had no tendency to stop, his face became extremely ferocious at this moment.

”It's no use. This man has killed us. You can't bluff him. How can such a peerless monster be frightened by the forces behind us when he can go from a small empire in the lower world to the present state? ” Mu Heng turned the axe in his hand and waved his teeth.

Pooh, one of his left arms was cut off. The immortal demon looked at the coming matchless son, slowly convergence of their own gas. So far, all he can do is to comply with this person's will. As for whether his own fate is death or life, it all depends on whether Hong Ling keeps his word.

”Muhin, what are you doing? Cut off one's own arm, isn't it a sign of submission to the matchless son? ” Fang Zhan looked at Mu Heng, who put away his magic weapon. A trace of fear gradually appeared on his face. This man was as arrogant as he was in the Xianluo hall. How could he choose to submit so easily.

Hong Ling slowly steps over Mu Heng's side without even looking at him. He looked at Fang Zhan, who was constantly retreating. The God of sorrow in his hand held a sword flower and said in a cold voice, ”Fang Zhan, right! Do you do it yourself, or do I help you? I said, just one arm. So, are you going to do it yourself, or are you going to have your son do it for you? ”

”To die” Fang Zhan roared angrily, and the silver sickle spear in his hand suddenly swept towards Hongling's waist.

Such a powerful blow has already threatened the Taiyi God state, but it is nothing in Hongling's eyes. Although he did not thoroughly refine the breath of the ghost dragon attached to the palm of his right hand, he was able to exert nearly 70% of his power. Such strength is enough for him to attack ordinary Taiyi Shenzhou masters in this ancient battlefield.

The power of the Fang war is just close to the Taiyi God state. For Hong Ling, this kind of power just makes him have an interest in fighting with it. As for the immortal town in his heart, he should not think about this immortal immortal.

”Hum! You are so stubborn that you are disgusting Hong Ling snorted coldly and dodged the powerful blow. Others are still in the air, the sword in his hand has gathered countless cold wind and snow. Seeing that the square battle below had a tendency to continue to escape, his sword in his hand suddenly chopped down towards the bottom.

Hiss! At this time, countless fierce sword Qi quickly intertwined into a cold snowstorm, covering Fang Zhan's body shape. The sharp sword meaning is mixed with the penetrating cold, which smashes the terrible defensive power of this man. The sound of blood and flesh blurring when the Dao Dao sharp blade cuts through the skin is heard, and immediately there is a fishy and salty blood in the wind and snow.

Bang! Fang Zhan's dilapidated body fell heavily on the earth, hitting it out of a huge crater. The whole body of this celestial pride has no one piece of complete skin, and its broken robe is also moistened by scarlet and sticky blood. His eyes were staring at the sky, and the silver white sickle gun in his hand rolled to the ground from his palm.

Hong Ling slowly with the sword out, step by step to the body of Fang Zhan, looking at him from above. Seeing this man's face showing a look of panic, he bent his fingers lightly on the sword of the God of sorrow. Ding! The sound of metal chattering spread far away, and its rippling sound directly shattered the wind and snow around them into nothingness.

”Don't worry, you have nothing to fear! As I said, as long as you have one hand, you will not be killed! ” Hong Ling turned his head, smiling at the many Tianjiao watching the battle around him, and immediately raised his white cloud boots.Bang! A dull ring suddenly echoed, accompanied by Fang Zhan's shrill cry. Hong Ling raised her boots again and stepped down again. The thick blood, constantly exploding on the earth, makes people who watch this scene from afar can't stop shaking.

”How can this matchless son be so terrible! He said that as long as one hand of Fang Zhan started with his right foot from the palm of this man, he crushed it all the way to his shoulder! Is such a person really a noble royal family? Or the legendary devil Some people looked at the matchless son who turned slowly, and then looked at the square battle whose body shape had been curled into a ball, and swallowed hard.

”Well, you see, I am also very trustworthy! If you want one hand, you won't get one more point! So, Fang Zhan, please come back to me next time! ” Hong Ling tossed her boots and let the sticky plasma on her stiff face be thrown on Mu Heng's face. She turned and continued to walk towards Su Yu.