C738 (1/2)
Above the river Styx, two rounds of blazing sun rose slowly. One was Hongling, the matchless son of the world, flashing thunder and fire; the other was meditation, which was almost integrated with the river Styx.
The two young friars were bursting out with the force of violent epochal calamity, which made the whole center of the Styx River rip open a terrible crack by the aftershocks of their mutual impact, and reached the rock stratum under the mud at the bottom of the river.
The vast dark gold sword, like aurora, is constantly swimming around Hongling, sealing the void in which he is.
Contemplation indifferently looking at the friar on the opposite side, he simply does not believe that this person is the tenth apostle of Fengdu, or in other words, such a lie is not enough to convince people.
”Why do you want to deceive yourself? Among the disciples of Fengdu, there are not even strong ones in Nirvana. How can there be such a terrible monster like you?”
”It didn't happen before. It doesn't mean it's the same situation now. Besides, you said that I'm a monster. What's so strange about me being a strong one among the disciples of Fengdu?”
Hong Ling smiles. The Dragon scales on her body are stimulated by her own breath. The power of the calamity of the era becomes more and more powerful, and there is a faint tendency to completely disperse the river Styx.
”Ha ha ha, that's right. With such monsters as you, the apostles of Fengdu are really amazing. It's not the same as before!”
The dark halo constantly gushes out from the body of meditation, surging around, shaking the dark golden sword of matchless son to prevent its disintegration of the river Styx.
”This meditation is actually a super master from tianwai. Just the blood of emperor Tiandi awakened in his body is enough to obliterate many masters who enter the hell this time. I wonder if he can cope with his son-in-law!”
Ah Jiu pondered and looked anxiously at the two young masters who were looking at each other in the distance. The broken River hairpin in front of him was affected by the two distinct epochal disaster forces between heaven and earth, and began to burst out the power of terror.
”Be careful, before the son-in-law has not been defeated, you and I may be killed here by the meditation!”
Qingniao clearly understood the seriousness of the matter, and did not dare to get involved in it easily. Instead, he urged King Kong Zhuo with all his strength to prevent the erosion of all forces on the whole body. The whole person seemed to have some difficulty.
”What's your purpose of intercepting me here? Is it just to kill people to vent their anger, or to avenge my companions who died in Tianguan?”
Hongling is a little difficult to understand the meditation that lurks in the ninth layer of hell. Monsters like this have generally broken into the depths of hell. How can they linger in the ninth layer!
”The purpose? The purpose is, someone offered a high price to take your head to Tianguan. Only in this way can Zhuxian sword array be used by them!”
Lazy to talk nonsense, he turned the Trident upside down and stabbed it towards Hongling. In an instant, the halberd took a dark water dragon and roared it out.
Oh, the water dragon roared, and the power of the era disaster within it was almost to the extreme, and the void that it had passed by collapsed rapidly.
Hum, Hong Ling snorted coldly. He quickly reversed the sword and swung it to the front. Then he locked his eyes. The sword that broke out of the sky suddenly turned into a dark golden dragon shadow.
The water dragon and the fire dragon roared and bombarded each other. In an instant, the water and fire interweaved, and the terrible aftershocks of the water and Fire Law surged around, making the void vibrate endlessly.
Seeing the constant stalemate between the two, Hong Ling could not bear it at first. She suddenly flew into the air and bent her knees to build up her strength. She immediately stepped forward and shot out in front of her. When others were in the air, she reached out and once again gathered a sad sword burning with dark golden thunder and fire.
”You can't hold your breath so fast? You're really an impulsive kid. If you do this, you're not asking for trouble for yourself. What else can you do? Will you defeat me?”
Thinking with a grim smile, he suddenly reversed his trident in his hand, and immediately raised it toward the sky. This made his great power of disaster of the era curled up countless currents and gathered into countless roaring dragons.
With a bang, two opposing dragon shadows in the sky burst at the same time, making the void between heaven and earth a shock, and immediately there was a dark golden streamer shooting at Hongling.
Without stopping her body, Hong Ling quickly reached out to catch the stream light. In a moment, she grasped the God of sadness who had retreated suddenly with her left hand, which made her have a long sword in her hand, which made her whole body's sword suddenly soar and condensed into a terrible storm.
Hum, the long chant of double swords makes the sword storm constantly roll forward, destroying everything encountered.
Hongling is in the center of the storm. The power of his whole body makes him extremely fast. He breaks into the group of Water Dragons interwoven with meditation, and his swords begin to fold and dance quickly.