Chapter 53 Unreturned (Collection!!)

"He is..."

Tongtian looked at the fireball and vomited gently with thin lips, but suddenly spoke, with an angry face, gritted his teeth and scolded: "Damn it!" With a movement under his feet, he has disappeared into the cave.

Xuanming was surprised and chased him out.

In a short time, I saw the red shadow standing with his hands behind his side. And the air pressure is as cold as the ice chamber.

He looked coldly at the two people who were on alert in front of him and squeezed his lips. The cold pressure kept releasing from his frosty eyes.

Xitong looked at Xuanming who chased from afar, snorted coldly and said, "Tongtian, we will give you all the beads. What else do you want?"

At this time, Xuanming also stopped beside Tongtian. Hearing Xitong's question, Xuanming was also a little surprised. Tongtian he knew was arrogant and could not go back on his word.

"Hmm!" The sky is cold, and the squinted eyes are slender and cold. He said word by word, coldly and bloodthirsty, "You damn it!"

The Shura tiger stared roundly. Hearing Tongtian's words, his face turned pale and he sacrificed his wand and hummed coldly: "Well, at least you are one of the three Qing gods. I didn't expect you to be such a despicable villain who went back on his word!"

He didn't say a word, but his eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth were mocked.

Knowing that this battle could not be avoided, Shura clenched his wand and released his magic. He said to Xitong, "Tonger, be careful yourself. You can leave as soon as you have a chance. Don't worry about me."

"No!" Xitong gritted his teeth and said, "This is impossible!"

"Tong'er, you..." Shura's eyes gradually brought red blood due to the release of magic. He looked at Xitong with a sad look. He didn't say anything and waved his wand and rushed to the sky.

He didn't move all day, just looking at the two of them coldly.

Seeing this, Xuan Mingfeng's eyes slightly restrained and sighed silently: I'm afraid they have done something to that Jinwu...

"Ah!" Shura looked at Tongtian and shouted loudly. The long magic wand danced, and one red light after another with a stinky smell gradually filled the whole West Sea coast.

Tong Tian frowned, looked at the red light with disgust, turned to Xuanming and said, "Minger, go and take him down!"

Xuan Ming was speechless, glanced at Tong Tian with contempt, and then looked at Shura.

Seeing that Xuanming took action, Shura was secretly relieved, but the wand danced more eagerly.

Xuanming's palm turned over, but he no longer needed to condense the water sword, but sacrificed a long sword with a bright black body. It is the "Black Sword"!

As soon as the cold sword came out, the weather suddenly changed. Originally, it was still the sultry weather in late summer and early autumn, and it suddenly became as cold as winter.

The north wind is bleak, and the cold wind invades the muscles.

Knowing that Xi Tong, who had always used a water sword as a soldier, couldn't help but be a little stunned when he saw the cold sword. Then he couldn't help gritting his teeth and looking sideways angrily at Xuanming. His eyes showed jealousy that even he didn't know.

Yes, Xitong is jealous of Xuanming. He is jealous of Xuanming's luck, jealous that he has a good master, and that he is the spirit of the holy water. As long as he fights, he can have the supreme way out and glory. Unlike him, he can only live carefully and be a slave all his life.

Xi Tong sacrificed a short sword and stared at Xuan Ming bloodthirsty and angrily.

This dagger was bought by his mother with her life.

Just because the benefactor said that as long as she can complete the task, she can choose a magic weapon, because he has never had a magic weapon to take advantage of it. Her mother tried her best to complete the dangerous task of her benefactor. My mother died in exchange for an enviable reward.

Analysis Tong clenched his short sword, and the red light flashed on the sword. What he holds is his mother's painstaking efforts and his mother's life...

He doesn't know what the sword is called, and he has never named it. Because he didn't want to, he still deeply rejected the sword.

Xuan Ming looked at Xi Tong, who looked a little excited and frowned slightly. Although he has fought with him many times and Xitong has repeatedly wanted his own life, Xuanming's impression of Xitong is still good.

After all, it is still fair to analyze Tong's work. Even if he wanted to kill him, he also acted clearly and never acted. Although such a person has different positions, Xuanming still has a good impression on him.

Unfortunately, even if you have a good impression, it is also in vain. Xuan Ming sighed regretfully. Holding the cold sword tightly, the light blue spiritual power gradually poured in.

The black cold sword gradually becomes dark blue with the input of blue spiritual power, and the color is dark and cold.

All kinds of emotions are just in an instant. Shura didn't have time to think about this at all. He just waved his wand, hurriedly laid a blood curse, shouted loudly, and rushed to Xuanming.

"The first type of anti-blood!"

Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds change color. As Shura's wand waved, the red roads on the ground, like red snakes, also twisted one after another, followed the long stick light and ran to Xuanming.

"It really stinks!" Xuan Ming's disgusting wrinkled nose, the long sword waved, and the water spirit's innate talent purification spell was activated. With the wave of Xuanming's sword, it slowly purified Shura's poisonous stick.

I saw a clear sword chanting, and the dark blue sword lights roared out, like ink dots entering the water, silently penetrated into the red light, slowly purifying the red light.

After the purification of the Xuanming blue light, the speed of the red light impact can't help but slow down. Even the small squirming red light on the ground is dim and becomes listless.

"Damn!" Shura tiger stared and waved his wand again. At this time, Xi Tong frowned and looked fierce. He shook his dagger and attacked Xuanming.

Xuanming looked at Xitong and couldn't help hooking the corners of his mouth and dancing the long sword. He turned around elegantly and dodged the short sword attacked by Xitong. The long sword turned over and stabbed away.

The blue sword spirit cut through the sky, and only a "sw" sound was heard. It had arrived in front of Xitong. Xitong's short sword turned, and the red light was like practice. Only the sound was heard jingling. In the blink of an eye, the two black and red swords had fought countless times in mid-air.

Just as Xi Tong was entangled in Xuanming, Shura's wand waved, and the red magic spirit had arrived in front of him. Xuan Ming's black eyes turned and seemed not to be in a hurry. He still waved his sword and fought with Xi Tong.

Behind him, Shura shouted loudly, and his spiritual power urged him to raise his wand and waved a stick behind Xuan Ming.

The wind is roaring, gloomy and cold. The air seemed to become thick and thick with the swing of Shura's stick, as if it was covered with thick black blood, disgusting and disgusting.

Just as the long stick light approached the back of Xuan Ming, Xuan Ming grinned at Xi Tong, and his body suddenly soared into the air and exploded. In an hour, the white smoke floated in the red mid-air, which was spectacular.

Xi Tong looked at the stick light that hit through the white fog, and his eyes became crimson with shock and anger.

Sura was frightened and shouted, "Tong'er, hurry up!"

Analysis Tong's legs flew and kicked, and he quickly tried to hide. Unfortunately, it was too late!

The red stick still roared and hit Xitong fiercely.

"Ah!"

A tragic cry, and Shura's grief cry, sounded in the red mid-air at the same time. At this time, a white fog also condensed behind Shura and transformed Xuanming's figure.

Xuan Ming looked cold and resolute. Looking at Shura, who turned around angrily and stared at him with red eyes, he suddenly smiled sarcastically and said, "This is a trick seen in mortal books, so that soldiers will not be tired of cheating. Or kill people with a knife.

Xi Tong spit blood and gritted his teeth angrily and said, "Despicable!"

Xuanming shrugged his shoulders, looked at Xitong indifferently, and smiled evilly.

He is despicable, so what about them? What's more, these days' experience tells him that Xi Tong is right that the final winner is the real winner.

How is the process, and who will care about it?

Sura glanced at Tongtian, who was watching the play in the distance, gritted his teeth and said to Xitong, "Tonger, go quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, he had rushed to Xuanming with his magic wand.

Xuanming leaned leisurely and avoided the oncoming blood-red light. The long sword stirred, and a whirlpool has slowly formed and rolled towards Shura.

Shura looked angry and gritted his teeth and shouted, "There is no return to the blood!"

There is no return to reverse blood, and there is a combination of three types of reverse blood, a move that is doomed to two injuries.

Xi Tong stood up and looked at the angry Shura. His eyes flashed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The whirlpool roars. The sky became more and more gloomy, and as Shura's hair gradually became red, the air in the air became thicker and thicker. The stench bursts forced the sky to frown, and one soared far into the air.

The clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower.

The clouds in mid-air became crimson with the flying of Shura's hair. The ghost cried and howled, and the gloomy wind bursts, and the gloomy wind was like coming from hell, sweeping the whole West Sea with a strong and disgusting breath. However, the gloomy wind did not blow away the thick clouds, nor did it make the air comfortable, but became more gloomy and heavy.

With the stuffiness of the air, even the red light released by Shura gradually became foggy and sticky. Very greasy.

Xuanming looked at the bright red hair in front of Shura's forehead, and his face was solemn.

The fast- stirring cold sword is no longer light due to the heavy air. The rapidly rotating whirlpool also gradually slowed down. The stuffy air seemed to pass through the whirlpool, squeezing his heart, stuffy and disgusting. Even the tightly squeezed mouth became very smelly. This makes him with a cleanliness fetish unbearable! Xuan Ming frowned, exerted his strength under his feet, and jumped into the air. He clenched his teeth and picked up the anger of the cold sword and split it to Shura.

Sword breaks through the flood!

This is the first time that Xuanming has really used it since he had a cold sword,

The blue spiritual power surged out of the muscles and veins, filling the whole cold sword. The blue light of the cold sword flashed, and only a sonorous sword sounded from the body of the cold sword ink blue sword, and then resounded through the whole world, echoing in the muffled West Sea.

At the moment when the sword sounded, a dark blue sword light, with a roaring cold wind, was like a blue ice dragon, rushed out of the cold sword and roared to Shura.

If the previous sword breaking through the flood was fierce and domineering, then the current sword breaking through the flood is cold and sharp.

The blue ice dragon is like a sharp ice knife, like an arrow from Li Xuan, roaring towards Shura. Wherever it passes, the red clouds roll, and then give way under the cold wind.

With the obstruction of the red cloud, the ice dragon came to Shura in the blink of an eye.

However, Shura just waved his wand with full concentration, and his red hair fluttered, and even the red Ge Yi became red.