Chapter 102 The Fall of the Star River

xiao yao tianque is a winding road stretching forward. When you step on it, your eyes are full of high holy light, and a dazzling white spreads on the road in front of everyone, looking far away, there is no end.

The so-called Tianque is that although the road is narrow enough for only one person to walk, there is a crystal wall transformed by the power of time and space on the left and right sides of the road. The crystal wall is smooth and holy, like a mirror, and will be pulled slender, about dozens of feet square through the reflection of the people here.

This strange scene is actually the result of Xiaoyao's ancestor who released his true power and compared with the spirit of heaven and earth with the help of spells. Seven Miao and several people walked on the road and unconsciously walked for about half a day.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and a strange atmosphere appeared on the holy Tianque road. Under the invasion of the heart demon, the 14 Shenfu servants rescued died in an instant because they did not have a single star of cultivation to resist. In front of Qi Miao, a pool appeared, and a pool like a soil was mixed with sewage. The formed person came, and it was he who was looking for an unprecedented enemy, Zhou Hanzhi.

Zhou Hanzhi's high-clad clothes, and his body shape was not stable. His whole body was full of **, and it was like flowing water waves. When Qi Miaojian's eyes stared and shouted for his life, the boundless cold air burst out and condensed into a brilliant ice crystal flower, just like Zhou Han stopped the attack.

The atmosphere suddenly changed on Qin Xuehan's whole body. He stepped on the broken steps and walked faster and faster. His front was slowly, and suddenly his mana was gradually wrapped in a thick fog. When he appeared again, he turned into a thin body, wearing a wide leather coat with bright hair, like black hair, and the hand became dry and thin. He is holding the three-foot green peak, and his sword is murderous and not released, and it is a divine soldier.

"This man is an ink-faced guest!" The stalking son suddenly screamed.

"Ah?" Shen Danyang was stunned and swallowed half a sentence in horror and didn't have time to ask. It was "What about Qin Xuehan?"

I saw the ink-faced guest flying over, and the black leather wind was fluttering. The whole human figure was like a hunting eagle. His first palm was to save people. He was following the strange force released by Zhou Hanzhi's eyes to hit the Yuanling and injured seven wonders. One palm helped him stabilize his mind. The second blow was to probe out three feet of green peak, which was a wind and thunder.

This blow steadily stabbed Zhou Han's heart. It seemed to be slow, but in fact, it seemed light, but in fact it was heavy. A sword actually had the momentum of Mount Tai. Facing this vast sword, Zhou Hanzhi was oppressed and swing backwards for a moment, and his hands and feet and face were deformed.

He was suddenly shocked and felt that what he had killed was not a ricke old man and a three-foot green peak in his hand, but the water of the Yellow River and the stars of the earth that flew to the ground. In his eyes, he thought that when he had concocted a strange force like Qi Miao, how could he be? With this sword, the blade had not yet arrived. At the time of meat, Zhou Hanzhi screamed and flew straight back. Qi Miao was not far away. Suddenly, he heard a sound of broken flesh. After a few cracks, Zhou Hanzhi's body could not withstand the power of the old man's sword in front of him, which made his body burst and explode.

After the ink-faced guest took action with a sword, he stood still and stood in front of Qi Miao. The latter could not see his expression, but only heard the old man shout contemptuously and whispered in a shrill voice: "Don't pretend, come out!"

"Haha! Haha! Haha!" The strange voice suddenly remembered emptyly on the road. Zhou Han's flying skin suddenly stirred up and took shape again. However, when he saw it this, he lost the unrestrained demeanor of the past, but it was like a random combination of meat/groups, but vaguely the faces of some people.

"Ink-faced guest...... You met after the rebirth of Yin Tiantong, the first real opponent..." Yin Tiantong's voice suddenly came from Zhou Hanzhi's meat/group mouth after his reunion. This gloomy words, combined with his vague expression, were particularly frightening for a moment.

"Sure enough, it's you, Yin Tiantong!" The son shouted in shock, "How did you come in? Why don't I know!"

"Haha!" The mouth of the meat/ball was like a bloody mouth, pulling up half of his head. Yin Tiantong's voice sounded wildly again, "I swallowed Zhou Hanzhi's Yuanling and accidentally learned his Huangting essential skill. Among them, there is a way not to let you find it. How about it? I can't imagine!"

It turned out that Zhou Hanzhi was subject to Yin Tiantong. Although he was extremely loyal because of magic, Yin Tiantong still swallowed Zhou Hanzhi's soul to supplement his half-spirit and half-human body. After that, he actually bent down on his body. This order Yin Tiantong got unexpected benefits and actually made Huang Tingzhen's anger and qi. Previously, he restrained his spirit and hid his shape, so he didn't know when he hid in this water prison and secretly planned to destroy everyone. Because the evil spirit on his body could not be collected, it was slightly leaked, and it was faintly investigated by the Jiuhua real person who knew the sacred spirit of Buddhism, but it was difficult for others to know.

"Huh, evil!" Mo-faced guest poked out a fine light in his eyes, which seemed to be electric, and he snorted coldly.

"Ink noodle guest....... If you destroy my body, pay for it with your life!" Zhou Hanzhi suddenly stared at the meat/group gathered in his body and responded, and his body suddenly rushed to the old man opposite.

At this time, I saw the ink face gently stepping on a foot, shaking his wrist, and stabbing three swords in an instant, saying that it was three swords, but in fact it was actually a sword. His first blow was fast with the strength of his wrist. The blade of the sword could not be stabbed an inch, and he immediately withdrew it. The second fencing light rose high, and the sword body was two inches more in front of him. Then he returned to his wrist to collect the sword. In the third blow Only then did he completely send out these three-foot swords. These three swords seemed to be stabbed out at the same time in the forehead of wind, thunder and lightning, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, so they were only one swords.

However, this sword can also be described as three swords. Because there are a total of three forces before and after the ink-faced guests, they are sent out together by the last sword. These three swords are light or heavy, either as light or as mountains, as fast as wind, or as fierce as fire. They are intertwined and overlapping together, turning three swords from one sword into ten swords, and then burst into hundreds and thousands. When it started, it was woven into an electric sword net in front of the rushing meat/tuan, and it poured out like a dense sword rain.

With the blow of the ink-faced guest's blow, it suddenly resounded through the world. It was the sword light that hit the meat/ball that came. Along the meat/ball was like thousands of swords, his body was covered with blood everywhere, spraying like rain. When he shouted tragically, he was not seeing any means, and he was retreated by the ink-faced guest in an instant and fell heavily to the ground. Up.

At this time, when the meat fell to the ground again, there was a loud noise, and it couldn't bear the sword power. It suddenly burst into a ball of flesh and blood. The blood suddenly surged in the pool of blood, and the scene in front of everyone changed again, and there was a scene like a blood river hell, even in the wind that hit the face. It smells bloody.

The ink-faced guest shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand suddenly roared, and the blue light was bursting. He suddenly mentioned the true qi. The black leather coat could not resist the endless impact of true qi, tearing, revealing the old man's **, his ribs were protruding, and the dry and thin upper body came.

In the blood river, suddenly there was a heavy low cry. A black cloak in blood was slowly rising. The owner of the cloak hid under a black swallow-winged hat, revealing only a red fierce light in his eyes.

"Yin........ Yin Tiantong's real body appeared!" The trembling voice trembled.

Qi Miao and Shen Danyang looked at the slowly born out of the blood river, and there was a Yin Tiantong with a height of more than ten feet, who was also a little stunned for a moment.

"What was the move just now?" Yin Tiantong asked Mo Mian coldly.

"The sword is unintentional!" The Mo-faced guest shouted and didn't say much. He just cheered up all his true anger and roared, "Eat me again!" "Fire Candle Dragon!"

Suddenly, with a loud noise, the ink-faced guest released his already full strength. When he let go, the three-foot Qingfeng actually roared and turned into a giant dragon with teeth and claws. The dragon seemed to be written in calligraphy, and the whole body was pulled by ink gas, with teeth and claws, and his eyes were angry. Between breathing, there were countless black. The flames wrapped around him, and in the flames, there was a faint power to destroy the world.

The situation is unstoppable and its power is invincible. The beacon candle dragon roared and roared. Yin Tiantong's eyes stared. Suddenly, on the left and right sides of the space-time wall, his taller and slender reflections turned around, and three pairs of cold eyes released six fierce lights together. The fierce light was red and blooming, it turned out to be red. The masterpiece covered the whole passage in front of him, even covering the three tall figures of Yin Tiantong. His red eyes implied the power to destroy the soul, and he also rushed up against the beacon candle dragon.

There was a loud noise, the red light was shrouded, and the candle dragon burned out. Under the fierce breath, the black flames were wrapped around, as if they were going to burn all the ghosts and gods. The two huge forces hit each other for a moment, and there was another shock between heaven and earth. The whole channel swayed, and there was an unstable momentum. After the loud noise, countless airflows were set off, and Yin Tiantong lifted his cloak. His feet revealed that the ink-faced guest shouted miserably, and he was being lifted up to a half-chi body by the airflow that rushed upside down and fell straight back.

"Senior!" Qimiao hurriedly called. When the ink-faced guest was lifted over his head by this huge force, he shouted: "Binglei Zhengqi can restrain all evil laws, use your..."

Before the words fell, the ink-faced guest fell to the ground heavily and fainted in an instant. When Shen Danyang and the scaffold came in, he saw a clear light appeared on the old man's body. In a blink of an eye, his body grew up a lot, wearing clothes on his body, and his face quietly changed, and he became the appearance of Qin Xuehan.

It's just that Qin Xuehan at this time also closed his eyes and looked like he was seriously injured and unconscious.

"What's going on at this time?" Shen Danyang was surprised.

"It's a long story..." Qi Miao shook her head with a bitter smile, gently stretched out her hand to feel Qin Xuehan's nose, and immediately relieved, "Although he was seriously injured, he is not dead..."