C839 (1/2)

Before the goddess palace in Lishan, the matchless son in white stood opposite to the Yellow Emperor's son of heaven, who was wearing the robe of the Yellow Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. At this time, they were in the air, and there was a very strong divine light around them, which made the whole world vibrate endlessly under the influence of its halo.

Hong Ling didn't pay much attention to the son of the Yellow Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Even though he had the amber glass sword and other fragmentary magic weapons around him, if he really fought for life and death, he would not be his opponent, because there was no shadow of him in his eyes.

”So, your highness Gu Yulian, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, are you going to get out of Lishan with people who want to live in heaven, or are you going to pester here?”

Ning Mei looks at the man, and Hongling flies forward in the air, which makes the God of sadness humming and condensing from the void, then swims around happily.

”Hum! Hongling, the incomparable son of the world, I don't care why you have such a powerful divine text. But if you dare to be stubborn and disorientated again and fight against the heaven, the forces behind you will not be able to save you. If you are sensible, get out of here and don't let me hurt you! ”

Although Gu Yulian is surprised by Hongling's details, he doesn't think that he can't compete with him. His adoptive father, Gu Yiyuan, has made him have the qualification to despise the emperor. Even if the person in front of him has a posture against heaven, he is just a stronger ant in his eyes.

”Hurt the killer? If you can do it, then I will accept it! But the problem is, what kind of thing are you? You want to kill me with a broken magic weapon of the emperor of heaven

With a cold hum, Hong Ling grabbed the dark golden sad sword and then wiped it gently with her left hand. The mysterious divine text of emperor Tian continued to shine on the sword. Immediately, a dark golden flame wrapped the sword.

”Hum, I'm just trying to show my tongue. Look at the sword!”

His body quickly stepped on the air, and the lone rain Lian people's sword shot towards Hongling. There were huge glass swords all around him, which meant that the void was chiseled through a space-time ravine by his life, which made his strike extremely powerful.

Ding! The sharp amber glass sword suddenly points on the ridge of the sad God sword, which is lifted out of thin air, and is easily picked up by Hongling. At this time, the matchless son himself is calmly looking at the blocked emperor of Ming and Huang. There are mysterious deities all over his body, which makes him look like a God in the world.

No one has ever thought that Huang dizi's attack was blocked by the incomparable son of the world. When they had not yet returned to the gods, Gu Yulian already shook the sword in his hand, and Sheng Sheng shook Hongling's sword open, followed by the shaking amber glass sword, and instantly danced out the most brilliant sword.

At this time, the sword light, which was as sharp as it could be, kept pouring forward, and instantly locked all the retreating ways of Hongling. Many people only saw the sword flowers blooming in the sky, and their eyes could no longer catch any light and shadow, because the matchless son of heaven was moving.

Her body shape is indescribable, agile and elegant. The God of sorrow is swimming in the void like water, blocking every sword light. Hongling's clothes are fluttering under the wind of the God's light.

The two figures are constantly attacking each other. Their techniques are subtle and weird. They are often unexpected, but somehow they block the opponent's attack. These dazzling sword moves are really the best in the world.

Boom! Suddenly, there was a violent roar between heaven and earth, and immediately two figures stepped back in the air. However, Hongling and guyulian suddenly burst out with the most powerful attack. Both of them were shocked by the strength of the other side, and their bodies were in some confusion.

”What a powerful force. It seems that the reason why Bai Su's bitches have an affair with you is not all because of your beautiful appearance, and your strength is also very strong!”

He tried his best to stabilize his posture. Gu Yulian hurriedly mobilized the strength of the amber glass sword to wash away the strong sword intention of the God of sorrow invading the four limbs and hundreds of skeletons, making his face flushed.

”It's just the beginning. After all, it would be boring to kill you right after all.”

Looking up with a smile, Hong Ling turned to take the God of sorrow into a sword flower. In a moment, a stronger force surged up on her body, making the void distorted and unreal.

”You have something to hide! It's impossible. How can a new king of gods suppress the power of the emperor of heaven alone? ”

As soon as he noticed the change of Hongling's strength, Gu Yulian took a chill. His fierce attack just now had done his best, but he was just equal with this man. Even he, the emperor of Ming Dynasty, was slightly inferior.

But now, the God King in white, the damned matchless son, is telling himself with facts that he has not used all his strength at all. Such unexpected actions make Gu Yulian's look not so good-looking.

”It's interesting, isn't it! After all, the visitors are guests, and I can't go too far! ”

With a smile on her eyebrows, Hong Ling suddenly let go of her sad sword and let her release the vast sky of the goddess's palace, which changed the situation in the sky of the goddess palace, and produced an unprecedented terrible pressure.Hum! The God of sadness, who was constantly singing and trembling, split and turned into a sword rain all over the sky. He kept Hongling in full control.

Gu Yulian didn't know what the matchless son of heaven was going to do. He used all his divine senses to capture the power and trajectory of each sword, but he couldn't figure out why. It wasn't until the matchless son lifted his hand and wiped the body of one sword after another.

The unspeakable tide of strong laws surged out of Hong Ling's palm and dyed many swords with different halos of laws. With the emergence of the power of these laws, the originally silent sky began to condense a terrible storm of laws.