Chapter 217 Beauty Pendant 4
The killing skill submerged Zhuge Fuliang, the sky with murderous intent has been torn, and even the mountains and rivers have been smashed under this terrible murderous intention. The strong golden light drowned the whole void, dazzling, and Zhuge Buliang's figure had been completely buried.
A group of people from the Yaohai faction showed despair. Yin Menglixiu clenched her fists and her breathing became short, and two lines of tears crossed the fair skin.
"It's over, there's no hope..." The moon is decadent and sighs.
The saint of Tianchi is graceful and graceful. She turned her head to look at the Yaohai faction and said, "If you still have time to choose now, as long as you return to Tianchi, you will avoid death."
The people of the Yaohai faction were in danger, and their faces showed unwillingness.
"No one can save you." The saint of Tianchi said.
More than a dozen disciples of the Yaohai School walked towards Tianchi. In the face of life and death, they did not hesitate to choose to live. Yue Zhongtian just sighed and didn't mean to blame. This is human common sense.
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
At this moment, a dull sound came, like a drum beating in the sky, and a shiver in the void.
In the void, Zhuge Fuliang, who was covered with blood, came out. He walked in the void. If he didn't take a step, the void would ripple at the beginning. Around his body, a faint shadow shrouded and protected him.
A black crow hovered over Zhuge Buliang's head, and the crow sounded like the sound of death.
"What! He is not dead yet!" This... This kind of horrible killing can't kill him. Is he really a monster?
The people of all forces have changed their color, as if they had seen a monster. The killing technique just now is enough to kill the master at the peak of the Yuanying period, and no one can survive in it.
But now, Zhuge Butliang came out of death miraculously.
"Gu Wu Aoyi, he really mastered this kind of secret skill!" A master of the Huashen period in Tianchi stared at the black crow above Zhuge's head and muttered, frowning together.
Zhuge Fuliang was covered with blood and landed with difficulty. Then he sat down cross-legged, holding strange marks in his hand, and his whole body fell into silence.
"What is he doing? Do you want to..."
"This is a sign of a breakthrough. He actually chose to advance at this moment."
Everyone was surprised. After a fight, Zhuge Fuliang was about to enter the level of the Yuanying period.
At this moment, Zhuge Butang was bathed in blood, but his whole body fell into an ethereal state, and everything in the outside world seemed to be isolated.
"Never let him break through and succeed, otherwise it will be more difficult for us to subdue him." The saint of Tianchi said and walked towards Zhuge Buliang.
Jian Piaohong's eyes also flashed with fierce murderous intent, close to Zhuge.
Zhuge Bulousang has fallen into a deep state of cultivation, and now it is simply easy to kill him.
"Squeak!"
A blue shadow quickly flew out of Zhuge Fuliang's body, and the little sword spirit stopped in front of Zhuge Fuliang, and a young face was full of stubbornness.
"Sword Spirit!"
Everyone exclaimed.
"Little thing, get out of here!" The sword fluttered with red tiger eyes, and the blood sword swept out a sword light.
"Squeak!" The little sword spirit blue Yingying's body is not as big as a child. It has a small mouth and spit out a sword light, which melts the bloody sword light.
The fairy of Tianchi was foggy, and she waved a sword spirit with her bare hands.
The little sword spirit incarnated into a flying sword. With a flash of blue light, the flying sword has stabbed in front of the red sword. The blood sword in Jian Piaohong's hand split and cut to the little sword spirit.
"Little thing, I'm going to break up your spirit today!" The sword floated red and showed fierce light, and the bloody sword light was strangled out.
The saint of Tianchi is peerless and graceful, like a Lingbo fairy, and the dazzling light curtains fell from the sky and fell to the little sword spirit.
"Squeak!"
The speed of the little sword spirit is extremely fast, and a flash has teleported tens of meters away. Sometimes he incarnates into a child, sometimes into a flying sword, and intersects with the heavenly pool saint and the sword.
"Puff!"
The little sword spirit spewed out a sword light. The little child looks like it, but it can compete with the two masters of the infancy, which makes everyone smack their tongues.
"Boom!"
The curtain fell, and the saint of Tianchi bound the little sword spirit with a bright curtain of light.
The little sword spirit whined strangely. In an in an flash, its blue body burst out with thousands of swords, and the sword spirit forced people to withdraw the heavenly pool saint and the sword.
"The growth qualification of this little sword spirit is too horrible, but the current strength can be a Tianchi saint."
Thousands of swords swept down, and the sword floated red and the saint of Tianchi couldn't help showing a solemn color, and there was no heart to despise the little sword spirit.
The saint of Tianchi was close to her body. She opened her arms and was dazzling, like a huge net, covering the little sword spirit.
"Scold!"
The bloody sword light crossed, and a red sword stabbed out and cut off the body of the little sword spirit. Although the little sword spirit is a spiritual body, the sword opened a gap in its small body, and the blue essence floated out.
"Squeak!" The little Jianling's big eyes were full of tears. He was pitiful, but he was still in front of Zhuge's light, not letting the saint of Tianchi and Jian Huihong get close to him.
"This little thing is one with Zhuge Fuliang. It is impossible to subdue it. It can only break its spiritual body." The saint of Tianchi said that the strong magic was played and the air was covered.
At the same time, the red sword also rose in the air, and the blood of the two blood swords steamed. He seemed to turn into a Shura, and the two blood swords crossed and cut them off.
The little sword spirit wooed. In the face of overwhelming attacks, it took the initiative to meet it, and its little mouth spewed out swords. But these attacks are not feared at all under the full attack of Tianchi Saint and Sword Piaohong.
"Puff!"
A large amount of spell light shrouded the little sword spirit.
The body of the little sword spirit falls from mid-air, and its spirit body keeps overflowing with wisps of essence, which are like human qi and blood. The little guy was tearful, and his little body was weak, squatting in front of Zhuge's body.
"Go!"
The saint of Tianchi played a crystal flower, which was as strange as jade, crystal clear and dazzling.
"Puff!"
The petals withered, but turned into a terrible energy fluctuation. The little sword spirit was blown out, its body became extremely faint, and its big eyes were full of tears.
"Woo-woo-woo~~~" The little sword spirit lay on the ground, and the spirit was weak, and he couldn't help sobbing.
Many people can't stand it anymore and let out a sigh.
The sword is red and his eyes are red. At this moment, he can't tolerate mercy. In case Zhuge Fuliang breaks through and wakes up, it will be a disaster. The sword floated red quickly forward and walked towards Zhuge Buliang with a blood sword.
"Squeak!"
The little sword spirit rushed up again, and the blood appeared. The little sword spirit flew backwards and fell to the ground.
"Woo-woo-woo~~~" The chilling sobs, and the little sword spirit struggled to get up.
"Little thing, do you want to die?" The sword floats red and drinks coldly.
The little sword spirit struggled to climb forward. His spirit was so weak that it was about to disappear, and he struggled to climb towards Zhuge Fuliang step by step.
"Little guy, don't go over, you will die~~" The female disciples of Yaohai School can't stand it. This little thing is really cute and pitiful.
"Woo-woo!" The little sword spirit was stubbornly in front of Zhuge Fuliang again.
"I got this little thing!" The saint of Tianchi said, with ten fingers flicked like jade, and more than a dozen sharp edges crossed towards the little sword spirit.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
......
More than a dozen sharp edges pierced the little sword spirit. The little guy howled, and his body fell in front of Zhuge Fuliang. He didn't even have a chance to move, so he could only sob silently.
Xiao Jianling's body kept twitching, lying in front of Zhuge Fuliang, sobbing: "Woo-woo~~~Liangliang~~~~"
In the faint, the little sword spirit's voice was tender, and he clearly called out two words. The light blue body slowly faded and even disappeared. The immature little hand stretched out, trying to push Zhuge Bliang.
Zhuge's bright eyelashes trembled slightly, and the color on his face changed, sometimes red, sometimes purple, and sometimes blue.
"He is about to break through, and he can't wait!" The saint of Tianchi shouted, and her slender jade fingers made a mysterious fingerprint, and the terrible fluctuation flowed from her white jade fingers.
In an in an flash, the saint of Tianchi was brilliant, and a crescent-shaped edge cut out, tearing the void. Wherever it passed, all the space collapsed, pressing straight to Zhuge.
The little sword spirit sobbed, but had no power to move. Many people have closed their eyes, and the ending has been decided...
At a critical time, I am in a hurry for the spark.
At this moment, a white shadow stood in front of Zhuge Fuliang. Yin Mengli's face was determined, and a trace of sadness appeared on her beautiful face. She looked back at the silent face, as if everything in time had stopped at this moment. In her ancient well-running eyes, there was a trace of tenderness and sadness.
"Senior sister!"
"No!"
Many people in Yaohai faction exclaimed, but everything was too late. The crescent moon penetrated through Yin Mengli, and the enchanting blood flowers dyed their clothes red like snow.
"Puff!"
The delicate body lay in front of Zhuge Fuliang, and the blood stained the ground red. This is a sad and beautiful picture, and time seems to be fixed at this moment.
The beautiful woman falls, and the beauty falls.
The whole audience was silent, and this scene deeply shocked everyone.
The saint of Tianchi was also stunned and looked at this scene in a daze.
Standing still with his hands behind his back, his empty eyes made a trace of waves, and a complex color appeared on Gu Jing's waveless face, as if he remembered the past.
"Well, I don't know whether to live or die!" An elder in Tianchi shouted coldly, "Xuexin, what are you doing? This is the best time to kill him!"
The voice woke up the saint of Tianchi. Jian Piaohong frowned and also looked at the saint of Tianchi.
"Scold!"
The saint of Tianchi nodded, cut out the edge of the crescent moon again, tore up the air, and cut to Zhuge.
"Bum!"
At this moment, Zhuge did not move. He slowly raised his palm, and the crescent edge smashed and dissipated into a little starlight.
A pair of eyes full of death opened, and the strange pupils turned. In the depths, there seemed to be a little purple light, which was breathtaking. The eyes are sharp, as if it can directly smash people's souls.
"What! He's awake!"
"Has the breakthrough been successful?"
"Well, if he had woken up a moment earlier, maybe things wouldn't have changed like this."
In the crowd, someone sighed with regret.