C765 (2/2)
”I think you have misunderstood me, Mr. Feilian. I don't want to use the skill of controlling the sword with both hands, but the skill of using the sword to kill people easily.”
After a little talk, Hong Ling suddenly combined the sad God sword and the trapped immortal sword, which made them constantly chirp and tremble. However, scarlet blood gushed out from the palms of his hands. Slowly, the two mutually exclusive swords merged into one and broke out a terrible sword chant.
The light of scarlet and dark gold surged on the newly born sword, which made its edge soar again at this moment, and made the face of Feilian, who just sensed the power of this sword, trembled.
”How could it be that different artifact could not be so perfectly integrated. How did he do it?”
Staring at the sword which is full of fury, Feilian is in a dilemma. But he has no time to think about it. He has mastered the powerful storm and stabbed the matchless son with a gun.
”It seems that your strength is completely above the storm, but can't your offensive be any new?”
Seeing the storm coming along with Feilian's gun, Hong Ling raised her eyebrows, and her eyes were full of disdain. Her sword also turned rapidly with his wrist.
He raised his hand and threw the sword out quickly. The peerless son's eyes suddenly locked, and the whole body's divine light burst to the extreme, which made the sword covered with a dense streamer.
Boom, direct bombardment on the tip of Fei Lian's gun, this new long sword suddenly defeated this man's offensive, making the storm raging in the kingdom of God quickly subsided.
He threw his body back heavily. He didn't have time to pay attention to the blood coming from the corner of his mouth. Instead, he tried his best to suppress the wound. He quickly shook the spear in his hand with his teeth. With his bright and sharp spear flowers, he constantly defeated the violent sword spirit coming from the empty air.
”It's interesting that the new sword can hurt Feilian without using the art of imperial sword. It seems that this artifact, which is made up of the God of sorrow and the sword of trapped immortals, is really very powerful, far better than ever before!”
”Live Stop it
Feilian's spear was like a pear blossom, which not only broke the sword's intention, but also wanted to stop Hong Ling's next attack. The matchless son of the world had already locked his pupils, which made the sword split and turned into a terrible rain.
The humming, clear sword chant almost filled the whole sky, making Fei Lian's face collapse. Under the gaze of the ancient wind god, all the long swords which were split and turned into illusions were roaring and flying, just like a school of fish swimming up and down in the deep sea, suddenly shot at him.
”I'm sorry, you seem to have been reminded a little late!”
In the distance, Hung Ling tilted her head and looked at Feilian with a smile. Her eyes were full of fierce sword light.
Keng, the Feilian who shakes the spear rapidly, instantly shakes open a long sword. The whole person is also pushed by the powerful force, spitting blood and smashing heavily towards the rear.
However, at the moment of his body moving, more long swords still swarmed in, and the terrible sword storm brought by them even made the ancient wind god despair.
”No How can I die? I'm Feilian, the ancient god of wind, how could I die in the hand of a little tenth Yanjun's Apostle. I'm Feilian
He quickly danced the sword in his hand to the extreme, and Fei Lian kept knocking open his sword with his long gun. These are like bloodthirsty shark like artifacts. When he pulls a handle away, the sword will make the ancient wind god's face tremble.
I don't know when the sky sounded the sound of flesh and blood. It was the sound of a sharp blade across the flesh and bones, with a trace of indescribable lightness and elegance. On Feilian's body, ferocious sword marks were constantly emerging.
She frowned slightly, and Hung Ling covered the tip of her nose with her fingers. It seemed that she was disgusted with the smell of blood coming from the wind. Even his face showed a trace of displeasure.
”The God from a distant time, his blood is not fresh at all, but also has a trace of decay. It seems that this is really the age of young people. As for Fengshen Feilian, it's time to leave!”
Ka, hit a ring finger casually, Hongling again will the whole body of God Xi a shock.
In a flash, many long swords that were still hanging in the sky were trembling, and the flying officials were completely submerged. This made a strange blood mist rise in the sky.Ah, the scream came from Fei Lian's mouth. It seemed that it was the screeching of a centipede that had been pricked by a long needle, which made people tremble.
The terrible storm slowly turned into a gentle breeze with broken flesh and blood floating in it. Meanwhile, Feilian, covered by the sword rain, was dancing his spear with blood all over his body, and defeated one sword after another with every strength.
Bang, the last long sword was defeated. Fei Lian's body was only left with his head intact. Under his neck, all the flesh and blood were cut off, leaving only the white skeleton still holding. The half long gun was full of cracks.
”It's all broken. I'm so cheap that I finally broke the monster's attack. I'm alive. There's no longer a sword to cut my flesh and blood!”
Feilian's eyes were chaotic, and he tried to turn his only head. He looked hard at the void covered by the blood mist, and his face showed a trace of happiness and relief for the rest of his life.
As the king of Taiyi, Feilian, as long as he doesn't fall, can completely realize the white bone and flesh, and condense the whole body again.
Hiss, a dull hissing sound sounded, but it was a sharp long sword that broke through the heart of Feilian's eyebrows, stabbed out from the back of his head, and there was still dripping thick blood on it.
”I'm sorry, Lord Fei Lian, I still have a long sword here. It's sharp enough to take your life.”
Above the sky, Hongling slowly let go of the sword and let it fall on the land of the kingdom of God with the pale looking fly, and the whole person snapped his fingers again.
Boom, the fiery flame suddenly falls from the sky, instantly incinerating the remains of the ancient wind god.