C738 (2/2)
The bright sword flowers constantly tear open the dark water dragon, which makes the creatures of these laws break away with grief. At the moment, Hong Ling, who rushes forward rapidly, is relying on the skill of controlling the sword with both hands, and constantly kills out a road leading to meditation.”What a fierce guy. Compared with the so-called Tianjiao in Tianguan, he is much more and more interesting.”
Looking at Hong Ling's sword dance to rout his water dragon coldly, meditation also raised his eyes to see the dark golden thunder and fire storm that rolled in. A trace of evil spirit flashed in his eyes, which made people shudder.
Brush, quickly holding halberd across the sky, meditation with a covering the sky of the long river, suddenly into the unparalleled son of the sword storm.
A roar, the roar of fury sounded again, so that the onlookers could not help but cover their ears and looked at the war situation in front of them in horror.
The vast black river is constantly twisted and collided with the terrible sword storm, releasing the strong and extreme disaster aftershocks.
When the icy Trident and the Blazing Sword of grief constantly attack each other, the cracks on the whole sky become more abundant, giving people a sense of crisis of collapse.
”Too strong, such strength, I'm afraid we are not the match of Lord Hongling, we can only be killed instantly by him!”
LAN Niang stares at the two people who are constantly fighting on the sky. Her eyes twinkle with fine light, and the admiration on her face makes people speechless.
The bright sword light and the dark halberd awn continuously tear apart the storm and the river, and the two bodies that confront each other are crisscrossing back and forth in the void, just like two ghosts rapidly swimming in the wilderness, which is not true.
She was shocked to find that with her constant fighting with this young tenth apostle, Hong Ling became more and more comfortable in controlling the disaster power of her own era, and she was on the verge of competing with him.
If meditation had been able to suppress this young monk by his skillful control of the calamity power of the era in the previous World War I, the gap between the two sides has become smaller and smaller, and the incomparable son's talent for fighting terror is enough to astonish the world.
”What a terrible guy. He used the power of calamity in the era very roughly, but with my confrontation, he became more and more familiar with him. Where did this monster come from? He was so abnormal!”
Although he was complaining about his opponent's evil spirits, he was very excited to think about himself. Obviously, he seldom met such a terrible opponent. He wanted to fight with such a fierce battle without any tendency to keep his hands.
”No one who can come here from tianwai is a servant. He is only the first expert of the same level who meets him. He has such strength. I don't know what terrible power the monsters outside Tianguan have!”
Hongling pondered, and constantly urged the era disaster force from the depths of his blood to maintain his own strength at the peak and resist the fierce attack of meditation.
He didn't know how to describe the state he was in now, but such power was far superior to nirvana. Even if he met the night baby who could kill himself, he was not afraid.
Boom, the roar of fury sounded again, but the storm and the river collapsed at the same time, revealing the two figures inside it.
The matchless son of the world and meditation, it seems that they are very afraid of each other, but they dare not easily hand it again, for fear of being sent first by the other party and will be severely damaged.
”Your use of the power of disaster is like a child who has just awakened his blood. I'm very curious. Isn't there any elder to guide you for a demon like you, but just let you live and die on your own?”
He took the Trident and looked at Hong Ling in disbelief. He was surprised by the way he used such immature power. He was a demon who awakened the blood of the emperor of heaven.
”In fact, I am just a monk who has just awakened the blood of the emperor of heaven. Because of this, I can't kill you for a while.”
With a slight swing of the two swords, Hongling shakes the black water vapor attached to it, and turns to look at it with a smile. The disaster power of the era on her body rises one more point.
”How can a monk who has just awakened the blood of the emperor of heaven have such strong power? Even if you want to cheat me, you have to find a better reason. Otherwise, I have some doubts and can't believe it!”
Meditating on the young Apostle who was covered in dragon scales, he said grimly, ”since you claim to have just awakened your blood, let me see if this is true or not! ”Oh, what do you want to see?”
She raised her eyebrows slightly, and Hung Ling gazed curiously at her meditation. The power of the era disaster was still raging. ”It's very simple. As long as you die in my hand, then I will admit that you are indeed the blood of the emperor of heaven who has just awakened. Otherwise, it will deceive me, and the consequences of deceiving me are very serious!”
A robe slowly surges with the power of disaster in the dark era. He looks at Hong Ling with his head tilted, and a trace of killing intention almost condensed into substance flashed in his eyes. It seems that he will not stop if he does not kill the person in front of him.
”That's why you are so confident that you can kill me?” Hong Ling smiles. ”Unfortunately, I don't need your recognition. Moreover, I want to kill you