C622 (1/2)
Many monks in the Tianxun hall looked at the two figures bathed in the starlight and looked dignified. In particular, when they saw Bai Su pick up Shang Tianyu, the killing intention on their bodies broke out rapidly at the same time. However, at the moment when the intention of killing emerges, a more powerful evil spirit comes directly and defeats his life.
”The people of the star sword sect in the immortal region of Donghua! You two monks in the ghost fairyland are so brave that they dare to question the strength of the young master and rob the people we want to arrest in Tianxun hall A monk took a step forward and his air engine exploded. A cultivation far beyond the ghost fairyland, raging between heaven and earth, towards Hongling rolling away.
”A monk in fairyland has the courage to call three and drink four! It seems that you have a lot of courage Hongling looks at the friar in front of her quietly, and her Qi engine slowly gathers at her fingertips. He did not look at the dignified faces of the people, and bent his fingers a little forward.
Hiss! The dark gold sword meaning is mixed with a trace of heaven's calamity, which quickly flashes by. In a flash, the monks who had gathered together in Tianxun hall were actually broken down by their life. Many people have not yet come back to their minds, and their hearts have been pierced with large holes.
These people widened their eyes and looked at the young monk Fang Junlang in horror. No one has ever thought that this ghost fairyland Friar's attack was so terrible. These monks, who were born in Tianxun hall, had only the accomplishments of fairyland, but because of the power of magic weapons, their strength was comparable to that of fairyland.
But the other side just randomly points out a finger, with the air machine directly broke their heart. What's more, this powerful blow has destroyed all their vitality. These strong men know that they are dead this time.
”Who are you? How can there be such a powerful force! There can't be such a powerful monk of ghost fairyland in Xingchen sword clan! ” Some people stare at Hong Ling, as if to brand his body in the depths of his soul.
”I am the son of the champion Hou Hongqing, the emperor of the great Chu Dynasty, the young patriarch of the star sword clan, Hongling Hong Ling looked at these people coldly, and her tone was like the cold winter snow. ”I don't know if you've heard the news. If it hasn't, I can let you breathe more!”
”The little Lord has received our message, the emperor of Chu, you can wait to die, ha ha ha!” A monk burst out laughing, his tone was very arrogant. However, his smile affected the body of the injury, instantly coughing up blood.
”Well, in that case, you must die first.” Hong Ling sneered and her pupils locked.
In an instant, the Milky starlight fell from the sky, breaking the head of the man with a hissing sound. He didn't even have time to scream. The man had been cut in half. Other friars coldly looked at the dead companion's corpse, with a grim smile, flying towards Hongling.
Bang bang bang! One after another, the fire of true Qi ignited in these people, making their Qi machine rush to an unattainable peak at this moment. These friars from the Tianxun hall are full of ambition to die. It seems that they want to die with the friars in white in front of them.
”Hongling, emperor of Chu, die with us!” Someone roared and soon rushed to Hongling. His body's true gas flame has burned to the extreme, and it will explode rapidly. However, with a calm face, Hong Ling just raised her hand again and bent her fingers forward a little.
Ding! Like drops of water falling into a calm lake. His fingertips have a layer of tiny ripples spread out around him, an unprecedented powerful law of space-time, which envelops all the monks who attack him. These people, like insects that are dusty in amber *, stand quietly.
Their whole body, still have the power of dense law, in slowly swimming. But its body shape is solidified. The Qi, blood, and even thinking of these monks in Tianxun hall were slowed down infinitely. They are still in the frozen space-time, as if they were completely abandoned by heaven and earth.
Hongling reached out his hand to pour out the Yu Shen sword and stepped into the more than ten monks. He was like a rose grower, and his sword ran slowly through the monks' bodies. Each time he cut off a head, he placed the fallen body between the hands of the monks and held them in their arms.
In a short period of ten minutes, the monks had been beheaded and their heads were placed between their hands. At this time, pain and consciousness have not yet flowed through their nerves. They were still in the same state as they had been rushing forward. However, Hongling took up his sword, reached out and summoned a gust of wind and snow.
Whoa!
The cold wind with countless cold snowflakes, these people are frozen in the air. But in a few moments, these people and their void are frozen into a wall of ice. Hong Ling felt these people's breath and nodded with satisfaction.