Chapter 218 The Fall of the Saint

The saint of Tianchi and the red sword are both color changes, and they step back a few steps.

Zhuge Fuliang stood up, and the scene in his eyes almost broke his heart. Yin Mengli lay in front of her. On her white clothes, a bright red blood flower bloomed, and there was still a trace of sadness on her flawless face.

On the other side, the little sword spirit's body is getting weaker and weaker, as if it will dissipate at any time. The small body shrinks into a ball and keeps twitching.

In an all moment, the blood stained Zhuge's eyes red, and there seemed to be a thunder in his mind, and his whole body trembled.

"Senior sister..." Zhuge Fuliang half knelt beside Yin Mengli, and his hands trembled and stroked Yin Mengli's sad and delicate face. His hands were stained with blood, and he gently held Yin Mengli's body in his arms.

At this moment, Zhuge Buliang was really heartbroken, and the original scene lingered in his heart. In the fairy pavilion under the phoenix flower tree, there is a cold white shadow.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Zhuge Buli's throat and sprinkled it on Yin Mengli's clothes. Zhuge Buli's heart was extremely painful, and his heart was like a flying sword.

"What are you doing? Kill him!" An old man shouted in a low voice.

The sword Piaohong slowly stepped forward, carrying two blood swords, and said, "I killed him. I can't blame others!"

The fierce bloody sword swallowed, and the red sword rushed to Zhuge Fuliang. The two blood swords seemed to be two blood dragons rushing out.

"Boom!"

In front of Zhuge Buliang's body, a big purple palm appeared out of thin air.

"Bum!"

Jian Piaohong had no resistance. He was slapped and flew out and went far away.

Everyone's hearts are in **, and no one dares to speak. This is a symbol of absolute strength, and young masters such as Jian Piaohong can't resist.

Zhuge Bu Liang raised his head, his pupils turned strangely, and walked towards the Holy Lady of Tianchi.

The saint of Tianchi rose in the air, and the hazy fairy fog was shrouded in a hazy fairy, like a fairy walking in the air, and suddenly appeared in a high altitude of 100 meters. She knew that the seven-star treasure body was arrogance, and there was almost no chance of winning against it.

But she found that Zhuge Butliang had disappeared without any trace.

Suddenly, a cold murderous intention came from behind, and the saint of Tianchi suddenly turned around. Behind her, Zhuge Buteng stood in the void, and his eyes were so silent and terrible, like a hell. Everything in heaven and earth disappeared, and it seemed that only those eyes existed. The saint of Tianchi changed her color and retreated again, but no matter where she hid, her eyes always followed her like a shadow.

"The door of life and death - open!" The saint of Tianchi shouted crisply. Even if she didn't have a hand, the saint of Tianchi had trembled and had to show all her strength.

In an in an flash, the whole body of the saint of Tianchi was full of brilliance, and the hazy fairy fog convered, revealing the real face of the saint of Tianchi. It is an almost suffocatingly beautiful face, like a masterpiece of heaven, without any flaws. Every inch of skin shines like precious jade.

"My God, this is the true face of the saint of Tianchi, really... It's so beautiful."

"How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? She is worthy of the title of saint."

There was a sigh from the crowd.

Zhuge Buliang's breath was heavy. He stepped into the void and approached the saint of Tianchi step by step. His indifferent voice sounded: "The door of life and death, open."

There was no powerful momentum, but above Zhuge Butliang's head, there were seven purple stars, arranged in the shape of Big Dipper.

Zhugebuliang poked out a palm in the void, and the purple palm grabbed the saint of Tianchi, causing a large area of the sky to collapse.

A jasper crack appeared in the arms of the saint of Tianchi, and the fairy was full of fairy light. This was the first time she summoned her magic weapon. The pipa piano trembles, stirs out the most wonderful fairy song in heaven and earth, making people feel like they are in a dream.

A large area of fairy light surrounds the Zhuge Dynasty.

"Dong!"

Zhuge Buliang steps in the void, but it is like a drum in the sky. Every step he takes, the attack of the saint of Tianchi will disintegrate.

The sound of the pipa is melodious, and the jade hand of Tianchi plays with the strings, and the fairy lights fly one by one, winding towards Zhuge Buliang. But all the attacks collapsed less than two meters in front of Zhuge Fuliang.

"Boom!"

Zhuge Buliang quickly approached and seemed to step out, but he appeared directly in front of the saint of Tianchi, which contained a punch of ancient martial arts and aoyi, and was eager to smash the space.

The flawless beauty of the saint of Tianchi changed color, and the jade pipa floated in the air, shining like a silver moon.

Lingluo floated up, and the saint of Tianchi seemed to dance, dancing gracefully, like a fairy flying from the sky. The voice of the jade pipa is melodious, and the fairy music is bursting. The extremely illusory figures floated to Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge Bbulang's seven stars flashed above his head. He brushed out a Beidou light curtain, smashed all the virtual shadows, and punched through the void. Even if the saint of Tianchi avoided far away, she was still shaken by this punch.

Zhuge Bu didn't get up in the sky, and the black brick appeared in his hand and patted the jade pipa.

The jade pipa is shining like a silver moon, but it can't stop this shocking blow. The brick fell, and the jade pipa trembled, but it was not damaged.

The saint of Tianchi constantly controlled the jade pipa flying and swept out a curtain of light.

The bricks were slapped dozens of times in a row, and the jade pipa finally stopped and declared broken. The saint of Tianchi was the first to snort. The red lips were stained with blood.

Zhuge's ink is flying, his eyes are dead, and those eyes are always invincting people's minds.

After all, the saint of Tianchi is the chief of the same line. She has played more than a dozen magic weapons, and each magic weapon is of a good grade. More than a dozen magic weapons were shining and turned into a long rainbow to attack Zhuge.

Zhuge Bliang also made the bricks. This time, the bricks did not turn into a magic mountain. The black light and shadow passed by, and several magic weapons were destroyed. Even if it is a high-grade magic weapon, this black brick is undoubtedly their nemesis.

Zhuge Buleang raised his hand, the brick returned to his hand, and the other hand condensed into a blood mark. Zhuge Bliang held a brick in his hand and killed the saint of Tianchi.

"Bum!"

The bricks smashed the void, and the body of the saint of Tianchi danced gracefully, as if she were dancing. Even if she avoided the attack, she was still elegant and graceful.

"Town!"

Two bricks flew out at the same time, one turned into an ancient magic mountain, and the other turned into a bloody mountain, suppressing the saint of Tianchi respectively.

At this time, a square seal flew out of the hand of the saint of Tianchi, which was crystal clear, like beautiful jade. Fang Yinrui's thousands of colorful strips unexpectedly resisted the suppression of the two wars.

"This is... A magic weapon of Xuanpin!" Someone in the crowd was surprised.

Fang Yin was manipulated by the saint of Tianchi and wrapped around him. No matter how the two mountains were bombarded, he could not get close to the saint of Tianchi.

Zhuge Biaoliang roared, his long hair was upside down, and the purple Zhenyuan rioted. A Big Dipper light curtain swept out and hit the saint of Tianchi like a real dragon.

At the same time, the ancient magic mountain and the blood mountain fell separately.

"Boom!"

The saint of Tianchi sacrificed the square seal in her hand. Even so, she was still shocked and flew out.

Zhuge Fuliang stretched out his big purple palm again and turned over the void. At this moment, the whole world seemed to be reversed. It is not inferior to the move of falling into a desert island at the beginning.

Fang Yin Guang Yingying hit the purple palm, but was stopped by Taigu Mo Mountain and Blood Mountain halfway.

Zhuge Fuliang poked out a palm and took the square seal into his hand. The seven divine caves moved, and the magic weapon essence in the square seal poured into Zhuge Fuliang's body.

"You..." The saint of Tianchi clenched her silver teeth and her face was pale.

Zhuge did not bright the pneumatic mountains and rivers, raised his hands and pointed fingers, piercing through the void, and the invisible fluctuating hole pierced through the saint of Tianchi.

But at this time, the figure of the saint of Tianchi became like a dream, dancing, and virtual shadows flew from the sky, like a Lingbo fairy, scattering a large amount of brilliance.

"Flying immortals outside the sky is the signature killing skill of Tianchi!"

More than a dozen illusory shadows come and wrap around the saint of Tianchi. Those shadows are almost real. Each of them is a talented fairy. They either play with dancing, play the guqin, or hold the lute in their arms, which is different.

The saint of Tianchi danced in the air and rushed to Zhuge Wuliang. By her side, accompanied by more than a dozen fairies, she seemed to think of bursts of fairy music, which made people's minds.

At first glance, there is a group of fairies throwing in their arms.

But under this ambiguity, there is endless murder.

"Scold!"

Zhuge Fuliang's palm was like a knife, cutting horizontally into the void. At this moment, the black gas on Zhuge Fuliang's body steamed, and thousands of black crows flew up and rushed to those talented fairies.

Compared with the peace and comfort on the side of the saint of Tianchi, Zhuge Butliang exudes the opposite meaning of death.

"Puff!"

Thousands of black crows devoured the fairies without any suspense, and the saint of Tianchi changed her face and retreated in a hurry.

"Die!"

At this time, Zhuge Fuliang strangely appeared behind the saint of Tianchi. His voice was cold, and his purple palm turned over and knocked the saint of Tianchi out.

The peerless beauty spewed out a mouthful of blood, but she did not have a strong and perverted system.

Zhuge Fuliang was even more like a shadow. His big palm fell one after another, smashing the void and imprisoning the saint of Tianchi in it.

"Scold!"

Zhuge Bu Liang came to the saint of Tianchi, and his purple palm turned into a heavenly knife and chopped to the saint of Tianchi.

"Hear!"

Blood splashed everywhere, and the body of the saint of Tianchi was split from the top of her head by Zhuge Fuliang. The blood stained the sky, and the whole sky became blood red.

The pink beauty just fell like this.

"My God, he actually killed the saint of Tianchi!"

"This guy is so crazy that even the saint of Tianchi..."

"This is a cold and almost ruthless character, not even such a talented fairy."

"The saint of Tianchi, a generation of pink beauties, was she killed like this?"

In the crowd, there was a lot of noise, and the saint of Tianchi was beheaded, which immediately caused a sensation.

Zhuge Bu Liang raised his palm, pressed it into the void, and crushed the body of the saint of Tianchi into powder. The killing of the saint today is destined to cause a sensation in Kyushu.

ps: I just went to the book review section to have a look. In fact, from the beginning of writing the paragraph "Beauty Fall", I knew that someone must scold the street. And when the dream goddess dies, the scene is very dog-blooded, but the little demon believes that the plot of dog-blooded is often classic. In fact, what I want to say is that the dream goddess is the heroine. Even half of this book is not written. Can the heroine hang up so easily?

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