Chapter 23 The light is like the day

"Kill the Monk - Miao Wu"

In the purple gas, a straight figure came out through the fog.

His head is smooth, and there is no trace of trouble, nor is there a scar, which is as bright as a round moon.

The face is bright, especially a diamond-shaped lip, which is as red as blood.

"Kill the Monk - Miao Wu"

When the man entered the hall, a pair of slightly upturned narrow eyebrows were as cold as ice. The color of his pupil turned out to be blood-like sticky scarlet. He held an ancient sword with purple in his hand. The sword body was square, and there was an image of King Kong wearing a crown on his head, with two faces, and his eyes were lifelike.

Long Batian's eyes fell on this sword, and his heart was cold for no reason.

"Purple Qi Ming Wang Jian? The emperor's sword?"

He lost his voice in a low voice, and his face changed greatly, changing his arrogant and domineering look in the past.

He recognizes this sword. It is the Jiangbei faction, which is famous all over the world, and the treasure of the town faction of the "Killing Sect", which ranks second among the top ten martial arts schools in the world. Legend has it that this sword is extremely murderous, and when the sword comes out, the blood will shake thousands of miles, and the bones are mountains. The non-hearted, strong and ruthless people can't control it.

And the emperor-level soul weapon itself has extremely powerful power. Once the power is fully exerted, even the master at the martial arts level will have to give back three points.

And Long Batian, the supreme intermediate level, is just an intermediate level of martial arts. In the face of such a powerful weapon, it is more or less afraid.

"How did you enter my endless sea? Boy, I have a good relationship with your master's elder, the ghost monk Wang. I'll give you a chance to repent. Now I'm not responsible for leaving the endless sea." Longbatian waved his big sleeves and landed on the ground. A black fog sprayed out, once again dyeing the space within ten meters of him like ink stains.

"Is there no blame for the past?" The young monk smiled, and the "Ming Wang" in his hand turned and smiled gently: "Unfortunately, I came to take your life under the order of the ghost uncle."

A sword splits the light, and the purple air is awe-inspiring.

Long Batian was shocked, but found that his strength was constantly weakening. This sword could be blocked easily as usual, but now he feels that the pressure is great, and he must retreat.

As soon as you retreat, it will be an abyss.

The other party's sword power is like continuous spring snow, sprinkling one after another. Each blow seems to be tender, but it is cold and piercing, as if it can freeze and break people's hearts and souls.

Long Batian retreated nearly 100 meters, and finally agitated the power of qi and blood all over his body. He hit the blade with one punch, and a mouth of black light spewed out at the same time. After shooting at the long sword, he killed Monk Miao Wu, which blocked the attack.

"Despicable guy, what did you give me?"

Longba's face sank like water, and he found that the power of qi and blood all over his body was constantly decreasing. No matter how hard he tried to control it, it was always difficult to suppress the trend of collapse. There was a big ** posture, and he soon fell from the supreme middle level to the supreme first level.

"Do you think the Extinction of the elixir is so delicious?" Miao Wu opened his lips and smiled, with infinite ecstasy.

The number of dragons under the gods changed, and his face was gloomy and almost twisted out of the water.

"I'm sure you know that Uncle is just experimenting with you. How can there be no sequelae of what the magic palace left at the beginning? Is it possible that you can be spared if you think you are a strong dragon clan? Long Batian, you are just a fool. You are just a fool.

There is no step forward. A purple tight monk's robe is windless and automatic. Thousands of silver-white light comes out of his right hand. Wherever he passes, everything is as bright as day and full of vitality, but once this silver-white light shine passes, things will be over. All the vitality of the Buddha has been taken away.

"Yes, yes, this is the spirit of the extreme day. The polar light of the eight attributes of the sky is extremely fierce. This man is the enemy of Brother Ghost Shura. There are several young masters in Jiangbei who 'kill monks - Miao Wu." Wu Pengwei, hidden in the dark, recalled many things.

Long Batian smiled proudly: "Well, you are just a role of a ten thousand enemies at best, and even if I win your human plot, I still have the supreme strength. It's up to you, how can be my opponent."

Miao Wu smiled and did not answer, just lifted the long sword in his hand.

A purple gas burst on his side, and a dark figure came out of it.

"He can't deal with you alone, and what about me?"

His voice was extremely low. His eyes were red, and his face was as pale as snow. He was as thin as a bamboo pole, which could fall down at any time. Behind him, he was followed by a human-shaped puppet five meters away. He had no facial features. He only had a one-eyed gray light on his face, and his whole body exuded a dark luster.

There is a big bag on the puppet's shoulder, and something is twisting in the bag.

"Who are you?"

Long Batian asked in a low voice. He was extremely angry. He didn't expect that so many strangers had broken into the endless sea, but he didn't know it.

The man in black robe extinguished a purple flower in his hand, and a pungent smell immediately came out.

"The person who wants your life."

After the sound fell, the one-eyed huge puppet put down the bag on his shoulder, twisted his limbs, and made a harsh sound of friction. His huge body suddenly shot out like a cannonball, flashed behind Longbatian in an instant and hugged him tightly.

Long Ba Tian wanted to struggle, but he found that his power was ten times more than before. In an instant, he degenerated to the primary state of Junhou. After twisting desperately, he could not get rid of the shackles of the puppet behind him.

"Don't struggle. There is a mist fragrance on the purple heart flower rack, which is specially designed to deal with the dragon clan. Before coming here, the founder has been fully prepared. Longbatian, no matter how powerful you are, you are just a beast." The man in black came slowly, staggering, and his tone was as indifferent as ice.

Longbatian bowed his head and laughed: "No matter how fragile I am, I am a deep-sea dragon clan. I have absorbed the power of 'Shang' and learned the Dragon Emperor's Dafa. What can you do for me?"

While talking, he began to turn into fog all over his body, constantly blurting, and gradually broke away from the embrace of the puppet behind him.

But at this time, Miao Wu's upright figure came into the air, and the sword of the Purple King in his hand was raised above his head.

"Extreme Day"

In a soft tone like the spring breeze, Miao Wu's whole body is full of white light. At the end, a huge white phoenix light and shadow are looming, spreading its wings and shocking the sky.

The sword light falls like cutting water.

Long Batian's gradually atomized body was immediately solidified, and a red trace line fell from the center of his face to **. Strangely, there was no blood overflowing.

Long Batian fell to the ground, his eyes closed, and there was no longer a trace of vitality.

The black-robed man's fingers on the side formed a knot. When it was printed, a colorful light came out of it, wrapping the dragon sky on the ground into a large silk cocoon, like a chrysalis.

"His vitality was cut off by your sword, and there is only a trace left, and it has been sealed by my mark. There will be no change in half a year. It is enough to grind his soul and become your puppet beast. With the help of this puppet beast, you have at least two points to win the battle with the Dragon Emperor's chopping Qingshan a year later." The man in black went to the silk cocoon of Longbatian and carefully held the "Dragon Heart Ring" suspended in the void in his arms.

Miao Wu took a look at the silk cocoon of Longba Tian and said, "You also got what you want. The legendary divine world is extremely mysterious. You have the opportunity to enter it, and the benefits are only more than me, but I advise you to be careful. Once you have embezzled this treasure, once it is known by your people, the end will be bad."

The man in black snorted coldly and waved his long sleeves: "You don't have to worry about this. See you in a month."

After saying that, the puppet behind the black-robed man strode over, and a pair of huge metal wings behind him vibrate and flew out of the door with the black-robed man in his arms.

At this time, Miao Wu broke the original silk cocoon sack with a sword, revealing that the words must be lost and his master.

The two of them closed their eyes and obviously fainted.

"In case you hear something, I'm afraid it's not good. Even if you are scolded by the teacher, you'd better get rid of the trouble."

Miao Wu muttered to himself. When he raised the sword of the Purple King in his hand, he wanted to end his words and lost his master's life.

But at this time, a pair of hands poked out of the void and dragged his master into the gap between time and space and disappeared.

At the same time, a long sword as red as blood went straight to Miao Wu's throat.