Chapter 75 The Ten Thousand Years of the Lamp
Chapter 75 Ten Thousand Years of the Lamp
The silver elephant and the golden dragon leaned against each other at the moment after Qiming retreated. Ivory and dragon claws are intertwined to form a real dragon and elephant array.
"I just want that lamp." Qi Ming looked up at his hands and roared hatefully, "Give me that lamp, nothing happened. Otherwise, the dragon and elephant star will become a critical point, and none of you can survive!"
The seven elders had no explanation, but changed their direction in silence, and the huge silver elephant body formed a mysterious attack posture. Su Yong used the horizontal eight-character footwork to control the golden dragon to defend, and then shook his head and laughed loudly, "I'm so scared!"
Qiming was furious. His arms stretched out and shook down. There was a crisp "grid" sound all over his body. A muscle rushed out of his body like bamboo shoots. It quickly swelled up in his wrists, thighs, chest and other parts. His clothes made a scream and cracked thousands of threads.
The torn cracks are not spring light, and the tangled muscles are full of purple blood tendons. This white-haired old man, who seemed to be getting old, turned into a Mr. Bodybuilder in a moment.
"He can't use the power of the outside world here, so he can only force out all the potential of his body." The elder reminded loudly, "Everyone should be careful and try not to touch him."
"You have some insight," Qiming laughed and said, "It's a pity that your own cultivation is too low, and it's useless to use more things."
Before the voice fell, the dark red body came like a streamer. Although this is the dragon and elephant star, it is still the most difficult temple space to use, and his unparalleled power still brings the harsh sound of roaring.
This blow is as fast as a meteor, and it is too late for the silver elephant to retreat. The seven elders shouted at the same time. The silver elephant seemed to be clumsy, and the two tusks were staggered together and pressed against one of his fists. Su Yong gently shook the blood knife. The golden dragon turned a graceful arc and flashed over the other fist of Qiming. The iron sword of Jiuyi turned into dragon claws and cut to Qiming sideways like lightning. Wrist.
"Oh~~Oh!"
The previous voice was the sound of Qiming's blood-red iron fist shaking open two ivory, and the second sound was the sound of Jiuyi's sword blade slashing fiercely on the other's wrist, but the sharp blade that gathered the power of the gods was exploded in an instant and turned into fragments all over the ground. "Ding-Ding Dong" shot into the pool water, like a burst of heavy rain. .
Qiming retreated seven or eight steps in a row, but the huge body of the silver elephant was twisted, and the light and shadow were almost shattered by the shock. It was blurred for a long time before it stabilized.
Su Yong turned his head and saw that the seven elders had all fallen into the silver-white pool water of the elephant pool. The sticky blood was slowly flowing out of their bodies, gradually fading in the silver-white pool water and blooming pink.
"It's okay." The elder gritted his teeth and shouted at him.
Su Yong nodded and turned to Jiuyi: "What about you?"
Jiuyi's left hand held his right hand and glanced at the fragments of the iron sword in the dragon pool before shaking his head and wrying bitterly: "The right hand is useless."
Ziyi blushed and blushed, because she couldn't find a chance to take action at all, and she didn't know how to cooperate with Su Yong to control Jinlong's footwork.
Unexpectedly, Su Yong turned his head and looked at her with a smile and said with a smile, "You did a good job."
Well done? The purple clothes were stunned.
"If you can't eat it accurately, don't act recklessly. That's hitting the stone with the egg." Su Yong said in her ear, "Protect yourself."
Her pretty face turned redder, but she looked at him and nodded hard.
The seven elders had just stood up awkwardly from the water, and Qiming came over again. It seemed that he had not been hurt much.
"Can you take the next move?" The faint smile on Qiming's face looked extremely gloomy.
Su Yong's blood knife raised, and the golden dragon stood in front of the silver elephant.
"I'll try it this time."
Of course, he can't catch it, but -- but the seven elders' wet clothes are full of blood, and their chests are dark purple. How can they resist?
Qihua clearly shrugged his eyebrows, and his left hand suddenly pushed out, using his palm instead of his fist, but the strong wind made the water of the dragon pool wave, and the phantom of the golden dragon also shook with it.
Su Yong felt that his body seemed to be tightly pressed by a cold blade. The blood knife in his hand shook half a circle to avoid the momentum, but he could not completely avoid the strong wind. The phantom of the golden dragon twisted violently, as if it would disperse the next moment.
Su Yong was also stuck by the strong wind. His face was full of cold sweat. He felt that the handle of the knife in his hand was as heavy as a huge stone, and it was no longer difficult to move.
At this time, Qiming's right hand arrived again.
This time it's a fist.
The boxing wind hit the huge head of the golden dragon with a bigger harsh roar.
Su Yong, who was unable to move, felt that the fist was about to hit his head, but he could not borrow it. The blood knife was originally used to control the golden dragon, but at this moment, it was like being stuck by strong glue and could not move at all.
Jiuyi and Ziyi, who are still some distance away from him, can't be rescued at all.
In a moment, Su Yong drank all over, and his snow-white teeth deeply bit into his lower lip.
A long blood light suddenly came out of the golden pool, and the huge golden dragon in the air disappeared in an instant, making Qiming's right fist hit the void.
Qiming was stunned, but saw a blood shadow rushing to his fist. At this time, he had used more than half of his strength, but he could not take it back immediately under the space barrier of the dragon elephant. He could only rise up his last bit of strength to meet the opponent's weapon.
Su Yong's weapons did not break as he thought.
The blood knife clicked into the big purple fist, and two three-inch-long fingers burst open. They rushed to the roof like a meteor and blew out two large holes in the cobweb-shaped cracks. In the shaking of the lights around, the skylight scattered with the diffuse gravel and dust.
"Ah." Qiming howled sadly for the first time. He subconsciously swept back dozens of meters and kept jumping with his injured right hand.
Su Yong's blow also exhausted his strength. The blood knife did not break under the strong bombardment of the other party, but it flew out of its hand and sank deep into the stone wall of the pool. He felt that his whole body's blood was surging up in an instant, and his brain was as blank as filling with paste. He shook and fell into the pool in a big shape.
"Su Yong." Ziyi screamed and rushed over with Jiuyi. The seven elders tried their best to make the silver elephant stand in front of the dragon pool.
"So what?" Qiming held his hand and took a cold breath and pushed over step by step: "Even if you can hurt me, you can't change the ending."
"What do you want to do with the Xuanming magic lamp?" The elder shouted with a trembling mouth.
A strange smile appeared on the corners of Qiming's mouth: "As an invincible strong man, the most unbearable thing is the incompetent guy talking nonsense behind his back. It's enough to have strong people in this world. What do you want the so-called wise people who chew their tongues and play with prophecy all day long?
"So you are also afraid of people's words." The third elder pressed his chest and laughed: "If you do it right, what are you afraid of being told? Do you also know that if you do more injustice, you will kill yourself?"
"I'm afraid?" Qiming laughed. He pressed the wound hard, and the piercing pain made him smile like a purple-red fierce ghost. "What am I afraid of? Even if he is a little smart, he is a powerless person. A servant like you can't keep him. What am I afraid of? Haha, what am I afraid of? I can flatten him with just one finger and the supreme master in your hearts.
"What you are afraid of is that someone believes in me." An old and ethereal voice sounded in the lobby with a deep sigh. "You are afraid that these people who believe in me will learn from me how to restrain you, and finally threaten you, thus cutting off all your efforts."
I don't know when a light with a spirit turtle appeared in the lobby, but with a crane head. The strange light drifted in the lobby, and the light kept changing color. The lights of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple keep flashing, mysterious like everything in the world.
At this moment, the bloody space suddenly became holy and solemn.
The huge silver elephant slowly dissipated, and the seven elders crawled together in the pool, trembling with excitement.
"Ancestor Xuanming," the elder burst into tears: "You finally opened your mouth to speak." They have been guarding the magic lamp for ten thousand years, but they can only calculate things according to the changes of the lights of the magic lamp. They have never heard Xuan Mingming's words.
The magic lamp flashed for a while before sighing: "You have also worked hard these years."
"It's not hard." The seven elders answered with one voice. Their heads had fallen into the silvery water and had not been raised for a long time.
Su Yong woke up at this moment, but he was tongue-tied at everything in front of him. He picked up the golden pool water and patted it on his face and rubbed it fiercely.
A lamp that is like a firefly and can speak, how can it be the opponent of Qiming, the Lord of the Critical World?