Chapter 458 Ancient Martial Arts Wuwu Wuchang on

The breath of death permeated, surging and turbulent like a torrent. In the meantime, countless real seals of the word "death" flew to Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge Ming tried his best to stimulate Zhong Kui's sword, and the black black mang cut out, but he could not stop these dead entanglement. Nowadays, the impermanence has more than two steps of strength. Even those leaders of the supreme immortals can't subdue him.

Poor monks are a good example.

"Scold~~"

Wu Mang was eroded by the dead gas, but Zhuge Ming did not retreat. With a shaking of the Zhong Kui sword in his hand, his momentum suddenly became fierce. A sword cut off, and the sword light through the heaven and earth appeared, but there was no sound and silence.

"brush~~"

The sword was cut, and the dead breath dissipated. Zhuge Ming couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Hum!"

The void shook, and Zhuge Ming cut out a sword again, still silent. The black sword curtain fell from the sky, but it seemed that the night was coming quietly.

"It's the sword demon's counterattack seven swords!" Someone exclaimed.

"It seems that Zhuge Ming has got most of the inheritance of the sword demon, and he has even learned the killing power of the seven swords."

"I just don't know how many swords he can cut out, which can kill immortals with great load."

The black sword curtain fell, and even Wuchang changed his eyes. He raised the spear turned into a judge's pen in his hand to meet him, and the spear pointed straight to the black sword curtain.

The gray dead air went up against the air and collided with the sword curtain.

There was still no sound. The black sword curtain turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared. The scene was silent for a moment, and the sky was torn into a terrible big opening.

Zhuge Ming spewed out a mouthful of blood again. Obviously, it was extremely difficult for him to use the seven swords against him. Wuchang retreated a hundred feet away, and black blood oozed from his arm.

"He hurt the impermanence!" There was a sound of surprise everywhere.

The reverse killing of the seven swords is worthy of being a swordsmanship that can kill immortals. Only this sword actually injured Wuchang. You know, the strength of impermanence is more than one level than that of Zhuge Ming. Even the supreme master may not be able to hurt him. The seven swords were killed in reverse, but they were shaken in reverse, and the impermanence was injured.

Zhuge Fuliang cut out a sword again with his backhand. The black sword curtain was stronger than just now, and the cover fell to impermanence.

Wuchang's face became solemn. This kind of killing sword move is difficult for ordinary people to bear at all. Even if he is as powerful as he is now, he dares not take it easily.

The spear in his hand trembled, Wuchang roared, and the scars on his arm were recovering at an amazing speed. Then he held his spear high and stabbed it against the air.

"I'm scolding!"

An abyss was torn apart and appeared in the void, dividing the whole sky into two halves. The horrible abyss swallowed up the black sword curtain and disappeared cleanly. And this abyss has also turned into a chaotic zone.

Zhuge Ming finally couldn't stand it. He fell out and almost fell from mid-air. Fortunately, he was held up by Zhuge Buliang and blocked him behind.

Everyone regretted that although Zhuge Ming had learned the supreme magic power of the sword demon, his cultivation was too low to exert the great power of this sword move, and he could only cut out three swords. But even so, it still made impermanence a little embarrassed.

Wuchang came up with a spear and said, "It's a pity that although this kind of sword move is horrible, it varies from person to person!" With that, the spear in his hand pointed to the two brothers of Zhuge and shouted coldly, "Now send you two on the road!"

The words fell, and the boundless death enveloped the void. Wuchang rushed up. His body was like a ghost, and the spear stabbed directly into Zhuge Fuliang's chest.

"Dong!"

Zhuge Fuliang talked about the black gourd and hit the spear. The black gourd collided with the pointed head of the spear, and a series of sparks shot out, and a wave of spiritual power visible to the naked eye and gray dead air rippled. The two were deadlocked in the air, and the blood in Zhuge Buliang's body was churning. If it hadn't been for his strong body, this deterrent power alone would have been enough to destroy him.

"Kka~"

At this time, there was a small sound, and a fine crack appeared on the surface of the black gourd.

"Impossible!" Zhuge Bliang couldn't believe his eyes, and there were broken traces of the black gourd. This is the magic weapon left by the demon monk in those years. Even the yin and yang infinite fire has not melted. Now it has only blocked the impermanence blow, and it will be broken.

"Impossible!" Zhuge was surprised.

"Gagaga!" Wuchang also found that he knew that Zhuge Buteng could only compete with himself by relying on this treasure. Seeing that the gourd baby was about to break, the impermanence was even more crazy. The spear was cut and beaten, and the fierce split to Zhuge.

Zhuge Fuliang fought against the black gourd. Every time he hit, the cracks on the black gourd will be denser.

"How could it be like this? Is the magic weapon left by the demon monk so bad?" Zhuge Fuliang thought in disbelief.

In fact, he didn't know that although this black gourd was horrible, it was equipped with yin and yang infinite fire, and the interior had been almost corroded by the terrible flame of yin and yang infinite fire. The reason why it was not destroyed was entirely because of the essence left by the demon monk in it.

Before, in order to understand the remnant arm of the demon monk, the essence of the demon monk in the black gourd was also exhausted, coupled with the impermanent and fierce attack. This magic weapon has reached its limit.

"Cock!"

Finally, under the fierce blow of impermanence, the black gourd was broken and turned into pieces and fell, and only the dark golden gourd plug was still intact.

"Boom!"

The black gourd was broken, and the yin and yang inside suddenly raged, and the whole sky was shrouded in yin and yang fire. The whole world is covered by yin and yang fire. The practitioners who gathered around to watch the battle suddenly boiled up and scattered and fled. But there are still many people who are eroded by the yin and yang fire and instantly turn into ashes.

Now the yin and yang fire has been completely out of bondage, and the fire is even more fierce. A scream sounded, and countless practitioners are destroyed under the yin and yang fire.

Only a small number of people relied on special magic weapons to find shelter and temporarily got rid of yin and yang fire.

Zhuge Fuliang took out the broken knife handle and bronze sword handle to avoid the erosion of yin and yang fire. Zhuge Buteng held Zhong Kui's sword in his hand, and he was not burned by yin and yang fire.

Mu Yuchen protected Yue Liuli beside her. She looked at the broken black gourd, and a strange light flashed in her eyes. The reason why she did not have the trouble of finding Zhuge Buli is entirely because the other party has yin and yang fire in his hand. Now the gourd with yin and yang fire is broken, that is to say, the yin and yang fire will no longer be used by Zhuge. You can retaliate against him at any time. Thinking of this, Mu Yuchen had a trace of happiness in his heart.

The rise of impermanence is inevitable, and the twilight rain dust will not be whimsical Zhuge not bright can stop him. Therefore, she had another murderous idea about Zhuge Bliang in her heart.

The yin and yang fire spread, the fire burned, and countless practitioners died tragically. Gradually, the yin and yang fire spread to Qianye City.

At this time, the magic pestle guarding the sky above Qianye City suddenly dropped thousands of golden light. The golden light fell into the yin and yang fire, which seemed to have encountered a torrent and was extinguished in an instant. The demon pestle flew like a golden dragon. The golden light swept the place, and all the yin and yang fires were extinguished.

In the blink of an eye, the blazing fire was resolved.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the magic pestle over Qianye City. Few people knew the origin of the magic pestle, but they all knew that the magic pestle had guarded Qianye City for tens of thousands of years and must have its value. Now that I see it, the demon pestle has extinguished the yin and yang fire so easily, and many people are even more surprised.

Zhuge Bu Liang frowned, the black gourd was broken, and he had no support. How could he escape the impermanent killing?

Although the yin and yang fire made the impermanent little embarrassment, there was no fatal injury.

At this moment, Wuchang came up with a war spear again, his face was ferocious, and he was bound to kill Zhuge Fuliang invisibly.

"Scold!"

The spear came and went straight to Zhuge's head. Many people have closed their eyes in despair. With the current situation, Zhuge Bliang will definitely die. The sneer on Wuchang's face was even more strong, and it seemed that Zhuge Fuliang had seen his head collapse under the judge's pen.

At this time, Zhuge Boulyou clearly felt that in his body, the sleeping soul opened its eyes...

"Boom!"

A violent momentum overflowed from Zhuge Fuliang's body, and the impermanent spear hung directly two feet in front of Zhuge Fuliang, blocked by an invisible force.

"What!" Impermanence is shocked.

At this time, Zhuge Fuliang raised his arm, grabbed the spear, and then kicked it out.

"Bum!"

This foot was directly raised on the impermanent chin. The impermanent was still immersed in surprise, and his whole body had flown thousands of feet away.