Chapter 201 King of Killing God
Xiao Leng looked at the dragon cloud sweeping in the sky, and a soft look of gratitude flashed on his face. His body soared like a big bird and fell beside the dragon cloud in the blink of an eye.
Everyone looked at Long Yun and Xiao Leng in mid-air in astonishment. They didn't know what they were going to do, but they just stared at the two people and seemed to stop breathing.
Long Yun frowned slightly and tried to control the burning fire. The thousands of branches swayed crazily and kept beating on the clean fire, trying to offset the flame that he hated!
"How dare you be rude!" Xiao Leng snorted coldly, waved his hand, and the vigorous murder spread out, turned into a heavy shadow of blood, and rippled out crazily all over the sky.
Circle of ripples spread around, and where it passed, the murderous spirit soared to the extreme.
"What can an ant-like character do even if he inherits the bloodline of the god of killing? Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Get out of here!" Wan Jing roared and the branches danced wildly.
All the branches are shrouded in murderous gas. His murderous spirit is much more condensed than the murderous gas released by Xiao Leng, but some Shen Yun is better in it. That trace of Shen Yun is the power of domination.
However, although his murderous spirit is not as pure as Xiao Leng's, the power contained is enough to make up for all this. Under the huge murderous reversal, the two face each other without concession.
"Little brother, his weakness is at the intersection of all branches and trunks, where there is a tree hole, which is a portal to his interior. Help me contain him. As long as I can go in, I am sure to devour him!" Xiao Leng's voice sounded in Long Yun's ear.
Long Yun frowned slightly, and the body of the round realm broke out perfectly at this moment. Coupled with the cultivation power of his peak realm of marrow washing, the two complemented each other, and their breath soared in an instant.
"Sword swing!" Long Yun said faintly, and then the sword finger stabbed out, and strange fluctuations began to spread out in the sword spirit shot out of his fingertips.
Visible to the naked eye, circles of light ripples emerge, constantly full of drifting and dreamy bubbles, overlapping, and shaking at such a close frequency.
The murderous spirit, under the full use of the sword swing, was unexpectedly shaken away one after another, and the murderous spirit, also showed a brief relaxation at this moment.
"Burial sword!" Long Yun won't give him a chance to breathe. The burial sword spread out again, and his hands stabbed out with sword fingers at the same time.
Two lightsabers shot out of both hands at the same time and turned into two long swords in the air. One was filled with a sense of sadness, while the other was the smell of nostalgia.
The two swords are fused in one place in an instant, which is the mystery of the burial sword. The fusion of sadness and nostalgia is a memorial!
where the burial sword passed, the murderous spirit seemed to be infected by the smell of the burial sword and rolled back one after another. At the same time, Long Yun's face was pale and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood
The sword finger in his hand did not stop at all, and he interrupted and shouted, "Sword spirit!"
In the true world of the mysterious turtle, in the battle with his own shadow, he realized the sword in his heart, and now it is the same. At this moment, in his eyes, all the people, things and things have disappeared, and there is only one sword left in his heart.
A rusty but full of endless legendary ancient swords. He doesn't know the name of the ancient sword and its origin. All he knows is that this is the sword in his heart.
The hands were slowly raised towards the void. On the palm, a golden sword directly rose ten feet in length, like a great sword that could open the world, allowing Long Yun to slowly lift it over his head.
"Open it for me! Open! Open it!" Long Yun said three "open" words on his face, and the big sword in his hand cut down angrily. When the third "open" word fell, the sword spirit soared to an extreme in an instant.
And when this sword fell, Long Yun also added a wonderful element to it. His palm stretched out, and a faint yin and yang fish pattern condensed.
And gradually changed from blur to clear, full of this sword. If others see the yin and yang fish pattern in the palm of Longyun, they will definitely be shocked.
Only those who have come here know that the yin and yang fish pattern is the legendary yin and yang seal that only the strong who break through to the yin and yang realm can feel it.
Long Yun's cultivation is just a natural circle, which can condense a yin and yang seal. Although it is only one, it is enough to prove that he is different from ordinary people.
The breath of yin and yang penetrated into this sword, which added several times the power to the sword. Under the fall of a sword, all the branches rolled down one after another and avoided it.
Longyun strives to consume and perform three consecutive killing moves, which itself represents a limit. I'm afraid that only Long Yun's physical cultivation is far higher than his own cultivation can be used so safely.
Otherwise, if ordinary people perform such a strong three-strike combos, I'm afraid that the body will not be able to resist the torn airflow, and the meridians will be broken inch by inch, and from then on they will become useless.
However, Long Yun's body is strong. At this moment, he has felt the pain from the meridians. He gritted his teeth and shouted at Xiao Leng, "Don't you start yet!"
Xiao Leng saw Long Yun's pale face and knew how much he had been hurt in order to create opportunities for himself this time and did not dare to stay.
He suddenly gritted his teeth, shuttled out, and hurried forward in the road opened up by Long Yun for his life. In just an instant, he appeared at the branch of the thorn.
Sure enough, a tree hole that only one person can pass through runs through the bifurcation of the branch, and the dark hole continues to emit bursts of cold breath, which are all murderous condensed.
"How dare you!" Jing naturally knows what Xiao Leng is going to do now. Although it is part of the body of Jing in the killing god, after so many years, he has developed his own sense of independence.
He will never allow himself to become a vassal of others, even if he is a descendant of the god.
Thousands of branches swept over like red waves, with a huge murderous atmosphere to completely erase Xiao Leng. At the same time, a light flashed out at the mouth of the cave, forming a fine rune.
Between the flow of runes, the golden light scattered and condensed into a layer of light, which completely sealed the hole.
Xiao Leng's eyes flashed and waved with one hand. A almost violent murderous atmosphere spread fiercely around him. Under the guidance of the huge breath, the surrounding heaven has quietly changed.
On his flat right hand, a red light flew up to the sky, and all the murderous spirit suddenly shot out of this red light!
"peng--" Where the knife light broke through the air, thousands of branches of thorns burst open at the moment they touched this knife light.
The sad scream came from thejing, mixed with his almost fearful roar: "This is... The breath of the killing knife is impossible. How can you have this magic soldier?
As soon as the words fell, the red light of Xiao Leng's right hand slowly dissipated, revealing a long knife with blood-colored ripples, which came from the peerless magic soldier of the killing temple, the killing knife.
With a knife in hand, Xiao Leng's breath reached its peak at this moment, as if it was about to completely collapse, and endless power began to spread wildly around.
"Break it for me--" There was no unnecessary nonsense. Xiao Leng suddenly waved the killing knife and chopped it on the seal shrouded in the tree hole.
"Boom-" killing knife is born from ten thousand years of murderous spirit, and at the same time, there is a special source between it and the thorns.
It is said that the body of the killing knife is a meteorite outside the sky. This meteorite fell from the sky and landed on the resting Jing, breaking through his body.
This meteorite also remained in the body of the thorn and began to be like a moth, constantly absorbing the murderous gas in its body and turning it into its own energy.
Later, after defeating the dragon god, he took the meteorite from the body of thejing and refined it into a peerless knife of killing gods with extraterritorial fire, which was passed on to one of his men. His subordinates were the first generation of killers and became the king of killing gods.