Chapter 1275 (1/2)

The Heaven Sword breaks away, but the Taoist in Qingyi still stands in the sky.

Seeing this scene, the king of snake, the king of hawk, the king of rat and so on all show the color of desperation, because even if the sky sword is suspended in the sky, it makes them feel frightened and afraid. You can imagine how powerful the sky sword is to cut down.

However, the Taoist in Qingyi defeated the Tianjian forcefully. Can such a person defeat it?

Especially the rat king, whose body began to tremble, was born timid. If he had not been enslaved by the puppet God and dared not disobey the order of song Yan, he would have turned around and fled.

The king of snake and the king of hawk both stare at the Taoist in Qingyi with complicated eyes. Secretly, the strength of this man is afraid to be comparable to that of the ordinary master of crossing robbers.

But at the next moment, something unexpected happened.

”Hiss!”

With a slight sound, a small crack suddenly appeared on Taoist priest Qingyi's face. The shape of the crack was like a small sword. As the crack appeared, a golden blood mist shot out of it.

”Here?”

The Taoist in Qingyi subconsciously reaches out to touch the tiny crack.

Just then.

”Hiss!”

There were two more sword cracks on his forehead and chin, and the same golden blood mist shot out.

”Why? Why am I hurt when I defeat that Tianjian? ” The Taoist in Qingyi roared loudly, which seemed to touch a key point.

The next moment.

”Hiss, hiss, hiss!”

His face, scalp and body began to show dense sword cracks, and a large number of golden blood mist spewed out, which dyed Taoist Qingyi golden.

”Ha ha, great!”

Seeing this scene, the six figures finally let go, knowing that the Taoist in Qingyi was not undamaged, but severely injured.

Song Yan didn't show any surprise from the beginning to the end, because he knew the result would be like this. In fact, the heaven sword was not defeated by Taoist priest Qingyi, but turned into countless tiny sword Qi and broke into his body.

”No!”

The Taoist in Qingyi roared again. He frantically urged the energy in his body to stop the sword from damaging his body. Unfortunately, it was too late. There were dense cracks on his face, and the blood was flowing, which was particularly ferocious.

”Ah, it's all you. I'll kill you!”

Suddenly, the Taoist priest in Qingyi stared at Song Yan with great resentment, and then rushed at him.

”Bang!”

The black chain was straightened, and the next moment, poop and hiss, the body of the Taoist priest in green was abruptly split into half.

”Dead at last!”

Seeing this scene, six bodies in the middle of a big sigh of relief.

With a scratch, a storage ring fell into song Yan's hands. This is the storage ring of the Taoist in Qingyi.

All of a sudden, song Yan seemed to feel something, and quickly withdrew the array, and his eyes fell on the ice wall. In the middle of the previous seven combinations against Taoist Zhan Qingyi, the whole valley was completely destroyed, but the ice wall was safe.

The ice wall is in full bloom.

”Master, icy soul is coming out!”

Cried the one armed yeluchi.

Sure enough, at the next moment, a transparent ball, the size of a fist, flies out of the ice wall like a crystal.

”Master, this is icy spirit!”