C753 (1/2)
Bang, the extremely powerful magic power surges around, shattering the barrier between the 11th and 12th layers of hell.
The matchless son of heaven stood in the air, and his whole body was filled with a vast dark golden light, which was like a real killing intention, which made his whole body void constantly distorted.
In front of him, the trembling God of sorrow was burning a blazing flame, which split and transformed rapidly in front of him, releasing the dense sword meaning, like the soft and beautiful aurora in the far north.
Without any verbal confrontation, several human figures shot up into the sky and rushed towards the sword air barrier above the sky, and soon crossed between heaven and earth.
Bang, he quickly pierced the sword air barrier arranged by Hongling with the divine light. These evil figures still have the same body shape and are plunging towards him.
If we say that the strength of a single magic cultivation is not as strong as that of Hong Ling, but once these people join hands, the combined power will be enough to astonish the world.
Holding a sad sword swimming in front of him, the matchless son of the world took it with a sword flower, and the man fell down quickly.
Hiss, a magic cultivation shrouded in the black fog was instantly cut into two sections by him. The black blood of the devil was splashed in the void, eroding the void into black fog.
Hong Ling looked at the disappearing figure with a dignified face, and slowly let go of the long sword that had been corroded in her hand. The God light on her body was still raging.
The power of the devil is extremely strange. Even if his realm is still above these people, it is difficult for the other party to be wiped out directly, especially when there are masters behind them.
The eroded void is constantly collapsing, but the dark fog is rapidly condensing, which turns out to be a magic shadow with magnificent breath, which makes Hongling's pressure increase sharply.
”Well, you don't dare to show your true face. Do you just hide and hide?”
Suddenly, the pupil was locked, and Hongling's whole body's Shenxi quickly mobilized all the long swords and made them burst out into more brilliant swords.
At this time, he was in the sword rain, and his meridians and acupoints were breathing in the powerful divine light, which made all the evil Qi that was intended to erode him rapidly dissipate. Even several bodies that suddenly approached him melted like ice and snow, so it was impossible to contact him.
Seeing that he couldn't defeat Hongling's defense, several black magic shadows quickly interweave in the void, and suddenly burst out a breath that was enough to match it.
It was a dark moon, hovering in front of Hong Ling, drawing powerful forces.
The indescribable terror power suddenly aroused the power of the whole twelfth layer hell, and drove the consciousness of heaven in it, which made it add the breath of the black residual moon to the inestimable level.
Hongling saw that the strength of the Wanyue was getting stronger and stronger, and the whole person's face was awe inspiring. He quickly raised the God of sorrow in his hand to the sky. There was a huge God's light around him, which condensed into a dark golden cyclone. He rolled all the long swords and sealed the void.
Hiss, the Wanyue burst out rapidly, suddenly broke the air, and hit the Shenxi cyclone protected by Hongling, which made it collapse suddenly.
As soon as he had no time to think about it, the matchless son saw that many long swords collapsed together with the cyclone. He quickly put his sword in front of him and enhanced his power to the extreme with his own divine light.
The Wanyue, which suddenly appeared from the frenzied storm, was directly cut on the sad God of Hongling's chest, and was in a stalemate with it, making the sword send out a cry of unbearable sorrow.
”What a powerful force, just this magic power, is not weaker than that of Taiyi Shenjun. How can there be such a powerful cultivation in the twelve layers of hell? Don't they need to go to a deeper level?”
Seeing that there is a tiny crack on the sad God, Hong Ling hums coldly, and suddenly moves the divine light to the extreme and shakes the whole sword.
With a bang, the dark moon suddenly retreated, and Hongling's body was flying across the void, shooting at it violently, and then smashing it.
In the sky, the debris of the moon fluttered and fell, like black snow, almost covering the earth below. However, Hung Ling, who was shrouded in divine consciousness, frowned.
”Not dead? You demon cultivators are really like a hundred footed insects, dead but not stiff! ”
After wiping on the God of sorrow, Hongling wiped away a crack on it, which made the dark golden flame on the sword stronger.
Goo Doo, all the black fragments melt rapidly, condensed into dark red plasma. They turn into countless magic shadows with huge breath on the earth, staring at the matchless son with cold eyes.
He bent his knees quickly to get ready, and all the magic shadows burst out again and rushed towards Hongling.
Although these powerful beings are all generated by fragmentation, they devour the God light left by the previous attacks of the matchless son. They are even more powerful than when they first appeared, which makes people hard to resist.
The sword in his hand quickly danced, and Hongling was constantly defusing the attack from the impact, so that there was a bright light flashing between heaven and earth.
However, these powerful beings never seem to be tired. They are still entangled with Hongling, making him unable to move.”It's disgusting. You're too naive to hold me back!”
Turning back the sword quickly, Hong Ling suddenly stepped into the air and crossed with a demon shadow, and chopped it into two sections with a hissing sound.
The blazing flame and sword Qi directly incinerated the origin of the evil shadow and completely annihilated its breath.
The matchless son of the world is still independent, but his powerful power makes all the shadows afraid of being completely wiped out.
”Are you afraid? But I'm not serious yet
A little towards her, Hong Ling's fingertips point out a layer of dark golden ripples in the void, and instantly condenses the simple Yan Huang Emperor's mirror, which makes it constantly chirp and tremble.