Divine Brilliance

Photographed by the sword, Yi Dou Ling's real heart beat almost stopped, terrified.All over the body, I feel the frozen pith.

Until the off-white sword pierced his eyes.In Dou Ling's eyes, he only recovered a bit of focus.With a sharp bite of the tongue, a spit of blood foam spit out.The blood in the body swelled and boiled, as if the flame was burning, before expelling that chill.Anger rages like a volcano eruption!

"What a sneaky thing, Tai Ji Ding Huan Dao, let me die!"

The knife gas exploded with momentum and filled the cave.A full force of 300,000 catties was collected on the knife.Stepping forward, the whole pot swayed.Countless sediments fell again, as if collapsed.

This knife waved out, enough to crack the mountain!The entire four feet are all yellowish-brown.

Regardless of what evil method or sword intention he is, he is confident and can be forcibly broken!

But I saw Zong Shou's figure, as if there was no entity, and he came close to him like a ghost.A sword stabs, like a stab from a ghost, does not exist in this world.

The sound of 'ding' struck the seven-ringed giant sword in his hand when Mars cracked.The sword of the second-level spirit soldier actually collapsed a huge gap, and Dou Ling really only felt his strength and seemed to be out of control.The blade fell and slammed, slashing sideways out of his control.

The figure of the half-demon boy was like a leaf, gently drifting back, and the death energy around him became more intense.

Dou Ling really only felt a daze. At this moment, he was really shocked and looked up at him again.The next moment, he was attracted by the eyes of the half-demon boy.I saw that in the narrow and long phoenix eyes, it was also covered with gray gas at the moment, without any half of human feelings, indifferent.It seems to be holding a sickle in hand, looking down.

Suddenly, Dou Ling didn't even want to run away, and gave up his life.

This sword, he has no way to avoid it, nor can he avoid it.It seemed that he had been destined to die when the sword came out.

The seven-ringed sword in his hand, as well as the qi and blood in his body, not only could no longer be controlled, but also a trace of gray death gas spread from above the body of the knife into his body.

Extremely cold, he cut off all his vitality, tried his best, and could not get rid of it.

It was at this moment that the situation of the two innate warriors in front also caught his eyes.Dou Ling couldn't help but sigh and took a cold breath.

"What kind of evil is this fucking trick! What a weird swordsmanship, this man, is this a man or a ghost! Which one is from the Demon Sect? Could I have misunderstood it earlier? Body is equivalent to being a wasteful man in the Tianshan Mountains? "

As soon as these thoughts flashed in my mind, Zong Shou's figure stopped his retreat.A sword moved forward, flashing at once.A little bit directly in his eyebrows, and without seeing the blood, he fluttered lightly, like a ghost passing by him.

When the figure swept away, it was more than a few dozen feet, and the sword was scattered.With a few breaths, there were a few secret warriors, and the gray sword shadow also caught the eyebrows.

Without congenital strength, the speed at which these vitality disappears is also faster, and the whole body is gray and decayed instantly.

And the clear decision that stood behind everyone could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.With a roar, he drove a disc.The figure flew into the sky and flew away quickly.

Zong Shou did not pursue, however, the silver mandrel flashed in his sleeve, and a flying knife came out of his sleeve.Ten times faster than his figure.With a flash, it was behind Ming.

The cold sweat, which was suddenly overwhelming at the moment, rushed to the side and turned to another branch.When I thought that this death crisis had temporarily evaded, that little light, but it was also a whirlwind, and came straight.

"The mind locks and the flying knife changes direction! How is it possible?"

With a loud curse, a golden bead popped into his sleeve again, turning into a golden film.But at that moment, the shadow of the sword suddenly became illusory, as if it had taken a few words.It was like a broken bamboo, through the golden barrier, pierced his throat with a knife.The fierce swordsmanship, still unabated, took his whole person back and then nailed it directly to the upper dome.

Ming Despair is completely desperate, the energy on the knife is madly destroying the veins in his body.The blood vessels burst, and the blood springs poured out.Although people are not dead, they are no longer alive.There was also a confusion and consternation in my heart.

"What's in this sword, how could it be that the God of Clouds destroys the sword? And how can that man's sword be so horrible? Could it be that it is also a part of the Demon Gate, why haven't I heard of it before? To die here, hate— "

And at that moment, there was already a silence.

The secret warriors had never died, but they could no longer speak out, only to be horrified, watching the changes of these companions around them.

Those demon slaves were also shocked and lost their minds. They certainly looked at the scene in front of them, and they could n’t believe it, everything in front of them.

Chu Xue was very curious, what happened, and why is this cave so quiet.

If you want to open your eyes, but you don't want to go against Zongshou's will, you can only grieve with a sorrowful face.

Of all the people, only that Dou Ling really moved.Reluctantly turned around, the pair of eyes that had gradually dimmed, staring at the inverted long sword, standing in the crowd, the figure of white hair and white robe.

"Who the hell are you? Where did the swordsmanship just came from?"

He knew he had no hope of life, just wanted to know who killed him.What is the origin of the strange swordsmanship that has taken away your life?

Zongshou's expression was still indifferent, and his face was even paler.Only within the eyes, a slight temperature was restored.After a long while, until Dou Ling's real eyes showed a look of disappointment.I just sighed: "My identity, you haven't known it for a long time? As for this swordsmanship, it is called Stygian to die--"

"Styx Sword of Death?"

The Dou Ling looked stunned, and then laughed, very crazy.Styx is dead, it is really the intersection of Styx, and the sword comes out!

When the young man used this swordsmanship, he was destined to die.

But he was unwilling in his heart, there are countless beauties, fine wines and fine wines waiting for him to enjoy in the Fenghua City.With this second-order spirit stone vein, even if only 20% of the output can be obtained, it is enough to support him to recruit troops and expand the army to conquer the world.

Why do you want to get such a monster?Yunchuang Mountain is also not harmful. With the swordsmanship cultivation of this prince, who will be able to compete with Yunlu more than ten years later?Isn't it more frightening than that one?

Even if he hadn't seen it this time, a few days later, when he started, he was afraid to die under the sword.

Feel the last trace of vitality, the last energy, also away from the body.Dou Ling really took a deep breath, but suddenly yelled at the sky.

"God, you are a damn father of TMD! Deliberately wanting Lao Tzu to die in the hands of this monster, I will make your ancestor—"

Zong Shou raised an eyebrow and squinted at Dou Ling really.Although he was disgusted with this person, but he also had some resentment in this providence, listening to this Dou Ling really scolded, quite a bit comfortable.

Suddenly his mind was shocked, Zong Shou turned his head violently, only to see that the first snow behind him had opened his eyes.It was staring at the scene in front of him.Looking at the corpses in front of them, they were corrupting, withering, and finally gradually turned into sand and dust, and collapsed suddenly.When looking at Zongshou, there are both unbelief and fear in the eyes.

Zong Shou smiled bitterly, and the girl couldn't hold it.He knew this, and the impact on people's hearts was too great.Even the first snow that has experienced blood and experienced killing is also unbearable.

Looked at his hand again, the gray gas has long gone.The power of the cold surroundings retreated before a few breaths.

But his hands are still pale.Although the dead energy did not enter the body, it also affected his body.

If you look closely, you can see that the skin has aged to near middle age.Fortunately, it is already peeling.It is estimated that after three days, it can be recovered.

This is the price of using Sword of the Dead Sword. With his current practice, every half-cent of a hour will be used to reduce the lifespan by one month.

The higher the cultivation base is, the stronger the dead energy gathered will be, and the more life will be spent. Even the Emperor Wu Zong who can live for thousands of years can't bear it.

But this is all secondary, and the real price is not here.Every time he used the heart of Stygian's death sword, his feelings would be indifferent.If you accumulate more, you will become a person with no emotion.

What Chu Xue said is reasonable, things are not good or bad, and they are used for regularity and for evil.

But if the attack itself can affect a person's temperament, it will only be a tragedy.This is the essence of magic skills

In the previous life, it took him a long time before he recovered his emotions.

This set of swords, it hurts and--

If possible, he didn't want to use it all his life.Even more reluctant to see Chu Xue, seeing him at this moment looks like a man, not a man, or a charm.

With a sigh, Zong Shou restored the Thundertooth Sword again.At this moment, Xiao Jin also seemed to be affected by the dead air, and his body was frozen.

Zong Shouzheng was busy injecting true energy to warm up Xiao Jin's body.Then I only listened to Chu Xue, eyes full of drunken worship: "Master, when you have white hair, you are really handsome and cool!"

These characters are cool, Chu Xue learned from Zong Shou, and I don't know what it means.But at this moment, I can only think of these two words to describe my young master.

Thinking about that white hair, it would be best if I didn't come back.I saw Zong Shou's hair.From the beginning of the bun, in a flash, it turned black again.

Zong Shou laughed, and snorted coldly.Looked at those demon slaves again, his face turned to cold.

The girl of the Devil Race has long lost his life.After being exhausted by that decision, he only supported the interest.

The situation of the rest of the people was also creepy. I saw a little bloody worm turning out of its mouth, nose and ears.

What is even more depressing is that these people have almost no feeling about it.

Zong Shou's heart sank, and there was a bit of coldness.This is the means of Moqizong, and he should not have reported any hope.

The only thing I can think of is to let these people get rid of it quickly.(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)