Chapter 116 You must die!
(It's time to drink medicine again, cough up blood.)
The man, the man standing in the rain, waving his sword like a madman. It was at that time that Lin Fan fell to the trough at the top of Cangshan Mountain. From then on, he staggered his sword into the snow. The water boy who had been sleeping for many years turned against the water.
Maybe it has been frozen for too long, and his movements are a little stiff, but every time he swings his sword, he can match the spirit of heaven and earth, and his strength is extremely heavy, which makes Yuanxin's long sword jingle.
Yuan Xin squinted his eyes immersed in blood. A blood mark flowed from his forehead to the corners of his mouth. The sour taste melted into his mouth, which made him refreshed his spirit. His swords were picked up one after another. A few water lights were like arrows from the string, piercing the robe against the yellow spring.
However, the pierced robe was just an illusion. The man's stiff movements exceeded the speed of Yuan Xin's eyes and mind sensing. When he found that what was pierced in front of him was only a virtual shadow, Yuan Xin silently cracked his mouth and smiled like Shura.
"The first demon king, but you."
The plain tone of Huangquan against the water resounded through Yuanxin's ear, forcing him to wave his sword to the source of the sound and seal the other party's sword, but he didn't expect another sword behind him.
Poo-huh!
The second sheathed sword pierced Yuanxin's chest fiercely, and blood flowed along the edge of the sword, making the long sword, which was already as red as blood, tremble, as if it were crying with joy.
"I caught you."
Yuan Xin suddenly put his hand on the hand of Huangquan holding the sword against the water. He raised his bloody face and smiled calmly and ferociously. "You can't run away. The swordsman who exudes the smell of sin, the sword from the sin capital Huangquan."
"Oh?" The handsome face of Huangquan against the water did not have a trace of panic, and the palms that were held tightly did not tremble. He said with great interest, "Do you want to break Huangquan's sword, a monster that smells of death."
Bum!
Just before this sentence fell to the ground, a round drop of rain fell between the two, and happened to be divided into two by the blood-red sword. At that moment, the two waved their other movable arms at the same time. The long swords intersect, and the world is silent!
A terrible vacuum field was formed at the moment when the two fought!
In this space, it seems that a huge spiral nest is taking shape, and the strong wind is passing through, destroying all the existence that can be destroyed. Even the dark clouds in the air were partially shattered by this momentum, revealing a slightly dark blue sky, and the sun poured on the earth, illuminating the ferocious scene.
In the process of the battle between the two, the chaos of space fracture and collapse is constantly formed around. Where visible to the naked eye, the space is full of cobweb-like cracks. Every time the two cross the sword, it will cause the crack to extend more outward, and the terrible power of the sky and the earth cracks.
After a moment of fierce fighting, the two seemed to be like a dragon-like figure suddenly intertwined, with a loud bang. One of the figures flew backwards and inserted into the ground like a cannonball, making the earth shake for dozens of miles, and the center collapsed. Large cracks roared like a python in all directions, and the gravel flew randomly. Meanwhile, the light of the sword gradually darkened, and the person who had not been hanging in the air fell quietly, wiping his long sword, soaked with blood in silver, red in silver, and ferocious for no reason, and what his eyes looked at was the center of the crack of the earth and the vibration of a hundred miles, and the yellow spring lying there.
In the battle just now, although the anti-water Huangquan seized the opportunity, the combat power of the first demon king of the demon clan still could not be underestimated. The wounds that had been severely damaged by the anti-water Huangquan had all healed. The silver suit seemed to be stained with blood, but in fact, the scars were gone at all. Yuan His heart fell to the ground and quietly watched Huangquan struggling to get up against the water. He said coldly, "Your strength is indeed strong enough, but you are not my opponent. Give up the struggle. I can still let you go. My goal today is not you, but if you want to die, I don't mind getting rid of you.
"Try to get rid of it. Let's see if this sword from Huangquan will be broken by your Tianwei."
The hot air rose all over the yellow spring against the water. The aftershock caused by the collision just now caused the temperature to rise sharply, evaporating a lot of rainwater. He patted off the dirt on the back of his hand and held the long sword, like a beast with fangs, with a strange cold light in his eyes.
The two of them stepped forward again and rushed to each other.
The sword light flows all over the sky, the murderous intention breaks the clouds and opens the sky, shakes the earth, and tears up the space. The two strong men with the power of 'god' do their best to let go of their hands and feet. Every fight can create a doomsday scene around them. If the battlefield of the two of them shifts to the human world, I'm afraid that half of the continent will be destroyed. Even if it is the eastern continent, many places will become ruins in an instant.
A strong person at the first level can no longer be regarded as a practitioner, but a powerful person who communicates with the powerful power in the dark and can control his own fate. This kind of existence can directly cause the darkness of the sky and the earth, the sun and the stars will change. Many lives will be killed by the aftershocks, and there will be no integrity within the scope of the battle. Something.
The loud noise resounded between heaven and earth. The strong demon kings in many cities within a hundred miles were as cicadas. Looking in the direction of the vibration and loud noise, those swords in the sky turned into countless sword shadows, containing the supreme swordsmanship of two masters, and they are fighting with each other.
As for the result of the fight at this moment, it is not something that people at their level can figure out.
Even, after a moment of fighting against the water, Huangquan and Yuanxin, there were arcane runes in the sky, like gold and jade. After the space was broken, it was poured out from an unknown place. Each character was enough to destroy the junior demon king, that is, the existence of the early realm of the nine palaces, but in these golden The characters are also mixed with some illusory, mysterious and profound dark gas. Each gas is the destruction that can kill the peak of the demon king and hurt the demon king and the strong. Even these horrible things are summoned from the depths of the space, which is enough to see how earth-shaking the battle between the two is, and it can be predicted. If they continue to fight, there will be no more living things within these hundred miles or even thousands of miles.
This level of battle is really amazing. It has just lasted for a short time, and it has attracted the golden charm, and the runes containing the mystery of the road are floating all over the sky. Many demon kings are far away and can understand the truth from it, but if they get close, the sword will suddenly burst, smashing every life.
"Your sword has withered." The two swords of Huangquan against the water in the air waved, and a stream of sad swords turned into a long river, rushing around him, setting off his emotionless voice even more ethereal. It sounded like a feeling of grief and shaking people's spirit.
When he walked through the space tunnel, he used a similar way to make all the demon masters who had evil intentions towards him sad until their souls withered and their spirits died, which was enough to show the horror of this sword.
When the Yuanxin at that end heard the word 'wither', there was really a branch that had become a withered branch. At the end of autumn, the whole person's spirit was knocked down to the trough, like a magic spell, making his life disappear.
This method has gone beyond the word 'sword'. It can be said that the road opened up by another path is no longer pure kendo.
The sword of Tianwei in his hand also seems to have begun to become rusty. In the blink of an eye, it seems that tens of millions of years have passed. A desolate and sad feeling permeates the Yuanxin. Even the long sword representing Tianwei can't escape the fate of sealing the dust in history. The artistic conception that Huangquan wants to show against the water is at this moment. Distracted, a moment of loneliness, he saw that Yuanxin lost his mind in an instant, and immediately did not miss the opportunity. His whole body turned into a drop of water in the long river, sweeping the sky, involved countless dark clouds into it, adding a touch of black.
And the long river turned into this sword also swallowed up the whole Yuanxin. Countless sound of gold and iron sounds from the long river. It can be seen that suppressing a strong person like Yuanxin may not be very easy even if he exerts a shocking sad sword spirit against the water. If someone can watch the battle at close range, he will definitely notice the periphery of the long river. It is constantly collapsing, and the dark clouds turn into rain and continue to wash the earth, but those swords can only be broken into the spirit of heaven and earth, permeating around, and then being held fiercely by a big black hand stretched out of the long river.
"This is..."
Against the water, Huangquan appeared from the long river of sword, and his eyes suddenly shrank. He remembered the strange sword spirit that Lin Fan used in those years. He said in a shocked voice, "You have also understood the meaning of death!"
"The place where death has stepped on is empty soil. The footsteps of death is the last gospel of life in the world, and death is your last destination.
The black big hand was melted by a trace of black smoke in the palm of Yuanxin's hand, and this black smoke was the true meaning of death stolen from the black figure that appeared behind Lin Fan when he fought with Lin Fan. Although there is only a trace, he can still evolve into the palm of death, holding the heaven and earth, and holding the throat of the world.
Against the water, Huangquan felt the death, and the sky and the earth were silent. A sense of rejection surged desperately, as if to squeeze him out of this heaven and earth. With the oncoming huge black palm, it smashed the sword river that he condensed into.
Poo!
Up to now, the two of them have exhausted their cards. Huangquan finally spit out a mouthful of blood, wrapped the dead air in his body, and spit on the big hand. The blood of the Guiyi master is extraordinary. Although it is the palm of the palm of the true meaning of death, the blood full of the essence of the Guiyi master still produces signs of melting. This bite has at least lost 30% of the combat effectiveness of the anti-water Huangquan, but it is also valuable to be able to break the bottom card of Yuanxin.
After a few breaths, Yuanxin and Huangquan were already scarred, but no one was convinced. However, Yuan Xin still had a little puzzlement on his face and asked in a soft voice, "Why did you do this?"
Huang Quan smiled and raised the corners of his mouth with pride. "Because I'm the only one who can kill him. Before that, I will naturally kill you first."
"Aren't you afraid of being overdoing?" Yuan Xin suddenly felt a little inexplicable. Just because of this ridiculous reason, he wanted to be so right with himself. Even he, the first demon king of the demon clan, could not understand the thoughts of the anti-water yellow spring.
However, Huang Quan didn't seem to have the meaning of explaining. He was hit hard and just gasped for a moment. Then he flicked the sword and said with a faint smile, "It's useless to say more. You have to die."