Chapter 210 Devour

Long Yun's figure gradually disappeared, and his body kept emitting a kind of light. The light was sharp and sharp, as if nothing could resist his cutting!

His hands were raised high and closed above his head, and a strong breath permeated. At the same time, Long Yun's figure completely disappeared, replaced by a huge sword with a height of more than ten feet.

At this moment, the two corrugated turbines suddenly burst into a strong momentum. With this huge sword, it flew up to the sky and rushed directly towards the bloody dragon!

Xiao Leng's eyebrows condensed, and a bloody murderous atmosphere broke out all over his body. His body flashed and followed the long sword transformed by Long Yun, and grabbed a true qi left by Long Yun.

Xiao Leng adjusted the primordial spirit to the best state. He vaguely felt that he was a little impatient with this inheritance. Perhaps it would be the safest thing to inherit after breaking through the yin and yang realm.

And now, he has no choice but to fight hard and completely reach the peak at this moment.

"What can I do with a broken sword? Before devouring the killer, I will devour you first and see how many surprises your creation bloodline can bring to me!" The bloody dragon has a huge mouth.

Between the dragon breath spraying, there was countless murderousness. In the face of the long sword transformed by Longyun, he did not dodge. He unexpectedly opened the dragon and swallowed the sword in one bite!

"I'm afraid you won't open your mouth!" Long Yun was overjoyed and felt that the murderous spirit in front of him had formed a sticky **, which weakened the true qi flow in his body every time.

Dare not dare to delay any longer, and the magnificent sword in his body burst into pieces. This blood-colored dragon was condensed by the yuan god of Jing and was also his soul.

Since this is only the body of the soul, then the body of the soul is not a complete force, but a fatal defect, that is, the internal attack power of the soul.

No one can understand the meaning of the sword from the yuan god like him, so that the sword is the yuan god, and the yuan god is the sword. Although this Jing turns the yuan god into a blood dragon.

But in his bones, Yuanshen's weakness is still not enough to make up for it. Therefore, this deficiency is the glimmer of vitality that Long Yun wants to seek, and it is also a glimmer of vitality for Xiao Leng.

There was almost no reservation of the sword in his body, and all swarmed out. At the same time, the sword he melted burst open and formed hundreds of millions of small swords, shooting out in all directions.

Every sword spirit is extremely small and difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but every sword spirit is the purest source of swordsmanship. At this moment, it spreads around with Long Yun's body as the center.

It's like a huge wave that completely spread out. Longyun's sword is your rusty sword on Shenlong Island that has been inserted for many years. Although it is ancient, the breath emitted from it is enough to make anyone's heart palpitate.

I realized the original meaning of the sword from the rust sword, so Long Yun's sword spirit also had more or less the breath of the ancient sword, like a broken bamboo, under the sudden defense of the blood dragon.

The hundreds of millions of swordsmanship spread away at a terrible speed, as if Ling Chi, cutting the soul of the thorn with hundreds of millions of swordsmanship.

At the same time, Long Yun's arm was not idle. At the moment when the sword roared out of his body, he punched out and brought out a rolling edge, and the fire swept out. Wherever he passed, everything turned into scorched earth.

When thejing roared in pain, it was too late to find it. He did not expect that an ant-like character could create such a powerful formation in the body condensed by his yuan spirit.

He wanted to condense the strongest blow of the primordial spirit, but under the pervasive sword spirit, the primordial spirit actually had a faint tendency to collapse, which made him unable to be shocked.

This blow of the other party can be said to be extremely ingenious. It just turned all the sword gas into small particles and inserted it from the gap of his genshen, thus cutting off the connection between his yuan gods with sword.

Long Yun's body was slightly shocked. After finishing all this, he only felt dizzy. The power loss of the primordial spirit was very serious, and a punch of ten pieces of burning pure fire came out.

He completely drained the power of the true qi and Yuanshen in his body, and finally couldn't hold on any longer. It was soft to the ground, and his head was also a little heavy. He gritted his teeth to resist fainting and looked at the burning fire of the last punch.

The direction of his punch is exactly the core of the Jing's soul and his will. As long as Xiao Leng can devour this willpower, it is equivalent to taking away the Jing.

He wants to open a road for Xiao Leng, a road that can lead to this core position. The power of the yuan god outside has been blocked by his sword spirit, making it impossible for his yuan god to gather back.

also gave Xiao Leng a chance to fight a fair duel, whether it is success or failure, just fight here!

Xiao Leng's figure, like a shadow, followed by the burning fire of the crazy roar. The blood-colored dragon rolled in the air and roared in pain, including the will of the thorns at the core.

Watching at the burning fire, penetrating all the obstacles of the power of the yuan god, he came to himself and completely opened all the channels.

At this moment, Jianjing saw Xiao Leng and the descendant holding the killing knife. He raised the long knife in his hand crazily and suddenly chopped at his will.

"No!" The will of Jing made a trembling sad sound. The killing knife is the nemesis of Jing, especially the soul of Jing Jing, which has absolute attribute suppression.

Therefore, as soon as the killing knife came out, Jing's will suddenly became frightened, and almost crazy began to mobilize all the scattered yuan gods and gather in the direction of the soul.

Long Yun's sword spirit was gradually suppressed by him, but those small sword spirits were still like moths, blocking the cohesion of Yuanshen. In any case, he had to buy time for Xiao Leng.

Long Yun's eyes were red, and his weak body flashed a touch of fierceness. He bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood, and tried to reach out to draw a circle. The mouthful of blood was included by his circle of true air.

gradually forms a strange imprint. In this circle, the essence and blood gradually condenses, divides and combines to form a word "destroy", which is a word "destroy" completely formed by the blood.

As soon as the word "destruction" came out, a breath of destruction spread. This is not the power of Long Yun's own body, but the power of the blood in his body, and it is also the only attack he can exert at this moment.

The word "destruction" spread and gradually enlarged. The blood power from Longyun's body was injected into it. This breath is the breath of destruction, or it can also be said to be the breath of "silence".

Even Long Yun himself didn't know why he could perform such a move. He wanted to destroy before, so under the control of his mind, the blood formed the word "extinction".

But he never thought that the moment when this bloody word was bombarded out, there was really a trace of silence, which was not expected by Long Yun and what Jing had never thought of.

He just condensed together, and the situation of grabbing the disadvantage was shocked by the huge power of silence, and there was a slight pause, just for a moment.

But for Xiao Leng, this moment was enough. The killing knife came down with his persistent intention and cut on the will of the thorn.

"Destroy me, destroy it! Destroy!" At the moment of the third "extinction" word outlet, the killing knife abruptly split the willpower from the thorn.

Immediately, Xiao Leng's body suddenly solidified there. The yuan god flowed in his body and directly fell into the gap. The mellow breath from the killing god began to spread, completely devour the will of the thorn.

The roaring voice of Jing came, resisting with his unwillingness, while Xiao Leng broke out the power of the yuan god to the extreme, and the breath of the killing knife was integrated into the yuan god by him.

The soul of the will of the thorn is constantly cut and swallowed up by him, and his own breath is also increasing with great power.

All the gens of Jing stopped. Without the support of their will, these gens lost consciousness and didn't know where to look.

Long Yun stared at the will of Jing without blinking, and his eyes also flashed: "Brother Xiao Leng, you must succeed!"