Chapter 89, Sword and Dragon, Ren Chenlong

"Do you still give him the other way? It's really smart, but there seems to be no such outstanding borrowing power method in the Blood Spirit Ridge. Is it the blood magic solidified by the purple soul Tianjing? It's really interesting. Xiaohui, tell me all the things you have done when you fight with that man. Don't miss a word. This is very useful to me.

If Zhu Peng stood here at this time, he would have been extremely shocked by Yin Jizhu's insight and wisdom. With just a few minutes of his mind, he analyzed the process of his relationship with the young man in gray, and even judged the source of his magic. Such insight and wisdom are really terrible. It is outstanding.

At the same time, within the mountain gate occupied by the Red Shadow Immortal Sect of the Qin Wangling Immortal School, which is fighting with the blood clan, at this time, the corpses are flowing into a river. Seven monks who are good at cultivation, or seven ghosts who are good at cultivation, each of them holds a sharp sword with endless spiritual light and sword spirit. Everyone He was indifferent and waved his sword with incomparable calmness. One sword and even several swords slaughtered every fellow sect in his sect. Brothers, brothers, sisters, sisters and even elders and uncles. Under the continuous attack of their seven swords, there was no life. The disciples of the whole Red Shadow Immortal Sect were almost killed in the hands of these seven people.

"Brother, brother, please, please, don't take my sword, please, don't take my sword, brother..."

With hoarse cries and frightened grief, a soft and lovely girl retreated at this time, and her hands and feet used both to retreat and roll back. The blood sludge on the ground had been completely stained with her original clean Taoist robe, but the girl at this time was completely unable to take care of it.

Just because in front of her, there was a young man with a sword in a red shadow robe, who was slowly approaching step by step.

This young man is quite handsome. He is in his twenties. He is tall and heroic, and the lines on his cheeks are hard and square, which shows that he must be an extremely stubborn and strong person. At this time, even if he has waved his sword in his hand and killed more than a hundred people tonight, he is still a little hesitant when facing this sister who has been with his childhood since childhood.

"Is it worth it? Is it really worth it to destroy all my beauty in order to hate?"

The young man is in pain and suffering, but the unparalleled sword with three fingers and wide relief of the dragon in his hand is roaring, and in a slight and extremely killing spirit trembling, the "buzzing" sword whispers gently like a living dragon. It is longing for the sacrifice of blood and life.

With the will of the long sword in his hand, the young man's painful and struggling eyes gradually calmed down, sharp, indifferent, emitting a gray dead light, but what he remembered in his mind was an extremely warm picture.

Under the sunset, the contemporary patriarch of the Red Shadow Immortal Sect, the Red Shadow Immortal Master, is holding his hand and pointing to the sunlight from afar. "Chen Long, Master, I am old, just like the sunset that is about to fall, and the task of the future prosperity of the Red Shadow Immortal Sect will fall on your generation. Chenlong, don't let me down. I hope that when I can't walk, I can see that my Red Shadow Immortal Sect has become the biggest force in the second-level spiritual land of Qinwangling. It even points to Kunlun and enters Emei in the north, and carries forward the Taoism of my Red Shadow forever.

The gentle scroll gradually broke, "Master... has died in the hands of the Zhu family's iron beast in the blood spirit. He can't come back."

The sword in his hand no longer trembles, because the owner holding it no longer hesitates, "Xiaoyu, believe me, I love you. Originally, I planned to wait for the master to come back and ask him to let me marry you. Unfortunately, the master can't come back, and I can't marry you. Please, don't blame me.

The sword waved the dragon, and the cold wind roared. The gentle and lovely little beauty's neck was broken, and the red blood splashed like a spring. Ren Chenlong slowly stroked the sword dragon in his hand. The gentleness and love were like he was gently touching his lover's face.

However, there was a black flame burning vigorously in his eyes: "Zhu Tiekui, wait, we're coming."

After tonight, there is no one in the Red Shadow Immortal Sect of Qin Wangling Immortals. The only remaining seven disciples have become seven "ghosts" born for revenge.

A hero under one concept, under another, often means a demon of incomparable hatred. In order to destroy such a demon, there are always people who are willing to pay the full price.

After the seven extremely terrible and fierce momentum converged in one place for a short time, they went down the mountain one after another. There was only one common will between them that was extremely clear, that is: "Master is dead, and the suzerain of our Red Shadow Immortal Sect is dead. This hatred must be repaid with the blood of the blood of the soul clan."

In the monastic world, the relationship between master and apprentice is sometimes more solid and deeper than that of father and son, just because both father and son can't choose each other, but the master can choose apprentice, master, master, like a teacher is like a father.

On the line of the bloody soul clan, a team of three bloody monks is suffering an extremely dangerous ambush. Five men, three women's football and eight enemy monks are exerting Taoism on them, carrying out a carpet bombing that can be called indiscriminate bombing.

"Secret art, dark sky."

Seeing that he had been unable to attack for a long time, a ghost monk of Cui's family suddenly frowned and released a large amount of black gray fog from his own body, covering the starry sky covering the earth, and closing out almost all the light in the circle.

When he made this move, the other two monks of the same clan who followed him also operated the formula, following the "secret art, shadow bondage". Secret art, a hundred ghosts walk at night.

The three spells of the same clan are a combination of attacks that are dependent on each other. The dark canopy converizes the light of heaven and earth, creating the most ideal casting environment for the Cui family's royal ghosts. The hundred ghosts night magic summons more than a hundred evil spirits sacrificed by the practitioners themselves, and kill all the non-own people in the dark canopy, and the shadow bondage is given to this hundred ghost nights. The practice adds a very terrible negative state blessing. All the monks who are haunted by a hundred ghosts will fall into a muddy pool, and the speed escape method will be doubled.

The magic method of the imperial ghost Cui family was extremely strange. At this time, the three of them jointly took action and cooperated with the other five people in the same team. The situation of the three bloody monks who were already at a disadvantage was undoubtedly more critical.

Just now, the three people were able to barely support under the siege of eight hostile monks. On the one hand, it was because the comprehensive combat effectiveness of the blood monks was outstanding and strong, and on the other hand, it was also because the eight monks of the enemy felt that there were many people.

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