Chapter 200 The Lme
The fight between Poyun and He Bozi has always been one-sided and turned to He Bozi.
Poyun's heart is arrogant, holding the idea that he will not make you feel good even if he dies, and he is not afraid to use the bleeding magic skill. With the help of the power of the blood magic skill, break the clouds and split the nameless seven-style heavy move!
hong——！！
The loud noise shook the sky!
Instant!
Flying sand and stones! Energetic!
In the hustle and bustle, the broken clouds and He Bozi disappeared, leaving only a deep pit!
The trees in the forest have long been blown upside down by the huge momentum, and few of them are still upright. The sky is full of fallen branches and leaves, forming a fog several feet in the air with the dust!
Reaching out in the fog, the raging energy roared and roared in it!
I want to kill anything in it!
Whether it's He Bozi or Broken Cloud!
Fortunately, the broken cloud is not dead yet, at least not dead now.
The broken cloud half knelt in front of a big tree, his forehead was covered with soil and mixed with sweat, which made his originally handsome face embarrassed. His face floated with a thick blush, his chest couldn't help fluctuating, his face changed, and he opened his mouth, and a mouth was full of blood!
Relying on the efficiency of the blood magic skill, the broken cloud was still shocked by He Bozi's Hankun sword style. After all, Poyun has been injured, and such a fierce confrontation is no longer acceptable for Poyun.
However, He Bozi is also uncomfortable.
He Bozi slowly stood up at the other end of the noise. His temples were already messy, and the sweat dripped sweat on his dusty face. The skirt on his chest were shaken by the strong wind, revealing the fine skin and tender meat inside. The fire-print sword in his hand shook weakly and gently, and there were also under his feet. Some shaking, obviously, He Bozi also suffered a great impact on this attack.
Everyone knows that He Bozi suffered much less internal injuries than breaking clouds.
However, He Bozi's momentum was strongly suppressed, and He Bozi has been mad!
He Bozi took a deep breath, clenched the fire-patterned sword in his hand, and slowly walked towards the broken cloud.
If He Bozi was still a little careless, then now there is no one careless thing, and there is nothing else in his heart except the strong murder!
Breaking cloud tried his best to stand down, looking at He Bozi's slowly walking footsteps, and looking at the strong murderous intention in He Bozi's eyes, Po Yun knew that it was time to tell the winner!
The broken cloud arm stretched forward, the tip of the sword went down, and his eyes became extremely clear, as if the old monk's breath seemed to disappear out of thin air.
Amazing flashed in He Bozi's eyes, and he clearly felt the change of the breath of breaking clouds. Breaking the cloud is not a Taoist monk. In such a fierce confrontation, he suddenly breathed. Either he died or what happened.
Although the clouds are bumpy, there is still a tone, so there is only this possibility behind!
He Bozi secretly said that it was not good. No matter what the move is, the broken cloud can be hidden to such a point that it can be used, indicating that the power of the move must not be small, and he shouted angrily and came out!
"The breath becomes frost!"
"The wind and snow are all over the sky!"
He Bozi gritted his teeth and tried his best to use Hankun swords one after another!
The fire-striped sword came with dead cold and went straight through the clouds!
Strong confidence suddenly appeared in the eyes of the broken clouds and muttered, "The lame man, do you know why your Hankun sword style is not extremely powerful?"
He Bozi was stunned. He was not very satisfied with the power of using the Hankun sword style. He had also been closed to practice and devote himself to his cultivation, but he still couldn't find a clue. At this moment, he couldn't help listening to Po Yun's words, but the fire-patterned sword in his hand was still fiercely split. He secretly said that he could not be disturbed by the boy Poyun and fell into his trick!
When Poyun saw He Bozi's fierce attack, he was not moved at all, and his confident eyes did not move at all. He muttered, "Han Kun belongs to Yin, and the fire pattern sword belongs to Yang. Yin and Yang, it's not easy for you to exert such power.
He Bozi was stunned again. He kept telling himself that the cloud was disturbing his mind, but in his heart, he felt that the cloud was reasonable, and the fire-print sword in his hand unconsciously hesitated.
The broken cloud did not affect his actions because of He Bozi's trance. His blood red color became stronger, and his eyes flashed, and he waved gently like a sickle of death!
"Goney!"
The emotionless voice of breaking clouds spread all over the field!
The sky gradually turns into layers of red clouds!
In the lightning, a ferocious beast quietly appeared!
The soul-taking incarnation of the giant beast!
A huge mouth roared around, and the huge sword spirit dispersed unscrupulously from the broken clouds to around!
In an hour!
The sky and the earth are red, and the arrogant momentum is rushing everywhere! The gluttonous bloody mouth finally bit down fiercely according to He Bozi!
He Bozi was shocked!
Hankun sword style can also change the celestial phenomena, but nothing can be said like breaking clouds. The color of heaven and earth has changed so much that it is like the end of the world.
In fact, the change of the celestial phenomena is just that the practitioner has caused some unique phenomena around him under the simultaneous action of practicing skills and weapons, but it is not that the celestial phenomena are getting more and more chaotic.
However, anyone who sees the use of the "rivering sword" as fierce as breaking the clouds, and seeing the changes between heaven and earth will be frightened.
He Bozi is no exception!
He Bozi, regardless of whether Hankun's sword style was harmful to the broken cloud, withdrew and left!
However, the light red sword light is like a flood, and it surrounds He Bozi in an instant!
The sword roared and rushed around, trying to destroy everything in the world!
The world is full of noise!
The ancient tree fell to the ground!
With broken clouds as the center, the radius is more than three feet. Except for ** rough ground, there is nothing raised!
He Bozi is not a thing, so He Bozi is there.
He Bozi fell to the edge of the empty field. His arrogant eyes had become dark. There were blood on the corners of his mouth and gasped. His left hand covered his chest in pain. He clenched the fire-patterned sword in his right hand. It was just a half of the fire-patterned sword. I don't know where it went. What's more tragic is the skirt. The lower legs have been cut diagonally!
The incision is smooth and obliquely cut from the left ankle to the right knee. Bobo's blood kept flowing out of the fracture, and the outermost circle had turned into a dark red color, reflecting the vague flesh and blood and white bones, adding a little gloomy and horrible color to the world.
Although He Bozi saw that it was not good to run away quickly, he still did not escape the gluttonous mouth!
In this way, Bozi became a lame.
The red blood between heaven and earth gradually faded, as if the disaster had passed.
The sun poked its head and found that an empty field suddenly appeared in the intact forest. It was a little strange, but it still sprinkled the sun on the ground with a smile.
The broken cloud fell in the middle of the empty field, and his face was pale. The blood red on the skin began to slowly fade, and the blood magic skill began to lose its effect. That is to say, the broken cloud is about to suffer the counterattack of the blood magic power.
Breaking the clouds and struggling, he finally sat up several times and looked around for a while. He Bozi fell there motionless like a dead dog, and finally squeezed out a smile on his pale face.
Although the broken cloud is seriously injured, it is not so bad that it can't even move, so it's obvious...
The winner has been divided!
With a moan and a gentle movement, he felt that the bones all over his body seemed to be scattered. The severe pain made Poyun grin, but his eyes showed excitement.
Win! Finally won!
He Bozi is not only the murderer of the Qingyue Gate in the past, but also the owner of the Thunder Gate, one of the four sects!
It is not something that can defeat the master of one of the four major sects. While Poyun was able to hold the hatred of the past, he was more or less complacent that he could defeat the masters of the four sects.
The clouds grinned and slowly got up after half the day and staggered to He Bozi.
He Bozi turned his head and found that the broken cloud was coming to him, with a trace of despair in his godless eyes. Who would have thought that the doormasters of the four sects would fall to such a level.
He Bozi didn't expect it, and the broken cloud didn't expect it.
However, the facts really happened.
Poyun dragged his body to He Bozi's side. Before he stood firmly, he felt that his whole body seemed to have been sucked away. His body softened and almost fell to the ground. Po Yun gritted his teeth and stabilized his body. He had reached such a point that if he fell again, his previous achievements would be abandoned.
"Who did you go to the Qingyue Gate with that day? What are you going to do at Qingyue Gate?! Why do you want to destroy the Qingyue Gate?!" The tone of voice became higher and higher with the words. The anger had made Poyun forget the pain of his body and looked at He Bozi with red eyes!
He Bozi's eyes floated with a sneer, and the corners of his mouth squirmed and said in a trembling voice, "Do you... think I will tell you?" Without saying a few words, it caused a violent cough. There were more and more blood stains on the corners of the mouth. The cough caused the body to shake, and the blood from the broken leg also flowed a little faster.
Spit fire in the eyes of the broken clouds, bent down and clicked the acupuncture point on He Bozi's leg to stop the bleeding, and roared, "Your life is not guaranteed day and night!" Why do you still protect others?! How many of you went to the Qingyue Gate? What are you going to do at Qingyue Gate? Why! Why did you destroy the Qingyue Gate? Why!"
The mood of breaking the clouds began to become impatient. It was not easy to find one of the murderers who destroyed the Qingyue Gate in the past. If there is no clue, maybe the clouds will go crazy.
He Bozi's eyes were even more sneered, and the corners of his mouth rose. He sneered, "Since I have failed in your hands, you don't have to talk too much. Let's do it!" He ignored the anger of breaking clouds at all, and in a plain and sarcastic tone, it seemed that the winner was not breaking clouds, but He Bozi.
"You...!" The broken cloud and the soul raised high and was about to give He Bozi a knife. The soul stopped in the air for half a sound, and finally hung down softly.
For this hard-won opportunity, although Poyun was furious, he finally held back his hand. The mood of breaking clouds would not have been so impatient, just because the body can be said to be on the verge of collapse, and the eyes of enemies have lost its usual calmness.
It's okay, the only calmness can be retained, otherwise, it is impossible to guarantee that He Bozi will really get his head.
"Let me tell you something!" He Bozi suddenly became weak.
Broken clouds can't help but light up when they hear the words!