Chapter 115 I want to take the dog's head from his neck!

"How do you feel?" Qianlan raised her delicate little face and smiled at Hong Yu.

"Hmm." Hong Yu nodded with satisfaction: "It's very good. Although it's not as perverted as the gun of all evil, it's also a rare magic soldier."

After saying that, Hong Yu gathered the central force and carefully felt the death magic knife in his mind. For a moment, he noticed that there was a hidden knowledge sealed in it: anyone who has a death magic knife must not destroy it. When the owner's cultivation reaches a certain height, the broken void and enters other interfaces, whether it is the divine world or the demon world, it must be broken. Before breaking the void, pass the death knife to the next practitioners. The death knife will always belong to the world!

This hidden knowledge is obviously sealed by Qin Xuanxuan, the first owner of the death knife.

What shocked Hong Yu slightly was that the first 16 descendants of the death knife had broken the void and entered the divine world or the demon world, which was enough to see the strength of the death knife. Unfortunately, the 17th heir met Hong Yu and became unlucky.

To break the void, it must be done by the cultivation of the Mahayana period, that is, the so-called so-called soaring.

And, once the practitioners fly to another interface, it is difficult to return to the original interface, because each interface has a most controlling person, for example, there are inviable rules to prevent an interface war. Of course, in special cases, there are also practitioners who penetrate various interfaces, but the cost is very high.

Looking at the elegant little girl in front of her, Hong Yu said, "Okay, Qianlan, I have to lend you a favor."

Hua Xiangtian, the 17th generation of the death magic knife, has a strong cultivation. If he doesn't use Qianlan's unique ancient sword, he will not think he is an opponent.

Lighting the beautiful head on the show, Qianlan's delicate body gently turned into a piece of fluorescence, and then condensed into an ancient sword, a powerful murderous intention, which suddenly spread in Hong Yu's inner world.

Holding the unique ancient sword in his hand, Hong Yu smiled faintly. Every time he held the sword, his chest would gradually burn a huge fighting spirit, as if the ancient sword existed for him.

Inside and outside the world, there is a mess. Big pits on the ground, towering trees, were broken by the waist. Hua Xiangtian, who lost the death knife, is really crazy. The magic knife has been lost, and the identity of the 17th generation of magic knife descendants no longer exists.

The ambush failed, but the death knife was suddenly lost. This time he really lost a lot, and even the old capital lost money. How can it be crazy?

"Kill--!"

Hua Xiangtian's black hair danced wildly, and his mouth shouted like a beast. He killed people when he saw him. The disciples of Juetianmen did not dare to beat his front. They killed him with a move, leaving no room.

Fortunately, there is the peerless shield of the general who protects the village. Otherwise, if you meet such a maniac with high cultivation, the disciples of Juetianmen are really miserable this time, and no matter how many are, they are not enough to kill him.

Desp, seven or eight disciples of Juetianmen still fell at this time.

"Ah...!"

With a scream, another disciple of Juetianmen died in the hands of Hua Xiangtian.

"Three ruthless swords, the first sword, destruction!"

With a clear drink, Duan Mujing stood proudly in the void, and the purple heavenly sword in her hand was ten feet long. With her shouting, the virtual shadow of the ruthlessness suddenly appeared above her head. Ninety-nine huge heavenly swords surrounded the virtual shadow of the ruthless emperor. After turning, he rushed down quickly and coincided with the purple sword in Duan Mujing's hand.

One hundred heavenly swords coincide!

Holding a hundred heavenly swords in both hands, Duan Mujing's eyebrows were gently locked, and a touch of killing appeared in her delicate eyes, as fierce as a sword blade, and the murderous intention suddenly leaked out all over her body. The hundred heavenly sword was dazzling in her hand, like a Haoyue.

At this moment, the other disciples of Juetianmen couldn't help stopping and looking up at Duan Mujing.

"Wow...!"

The huge purple sword light broke out of the air and cut to Hua Xiangtian. The murderous machine was huge, and the world lost its color. Hua Xiangtian was immediately cut out by the huge purple sword and flew dozens of feet away.

It was not easy to stabilize his body. His clothes were already ragged, and a wound more than a foot long on his chest exposed his white bones. Blood dripped down and soon dyed him into a bloody man.

Hua Xiangtian looked down at the huge wound on his chest, suddenly showed a crazy face and laughed, "Haha, the disciples of Juetianmen are indeed a little Taoist, but they are still too weak!"

He suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, shaking the sky, dancing wildly, and his roots were upside down. He said awe-inspiringly, "Joke, how can my 17th generation of magic knife descendants be defeated by you?

At that time, as soon as his words fell, he didn't wait for Duan Mujing to start the second reincarnation of the ruthless three swords, and punched Duan Mujing. The world's fist regrets the natural road, and there are some runes wandering around.

The fist is rapidly getting bigger, and finally it becomes like a house, which seems to penetrate this world.

"Duanmu's sister (sister)...!" The disciples of the Heavenly Sect exclaimed that there was no time to go up to rescue.

Before the fists bombarded, Duan Mujing's delicate body had been pressed out by the powerful fist wind. In the reverse flight, she blinked her eyes and looked at the world-class fists that quickly bombarded her. A sense of despair rose in her heart. She felt that the five internal organs and six lungs in her body were about to be crushed by the pressure of her fists. .

At the same time, a huge sword light suddenly appeared in the void, and the fist hit by Hua Xiangtian was directly cut out.

Hua Xiangtian screamed on the spot, and blood spewed out from his broken hand and spilled into the sky.

"Sister Duanmu, let me do it!"

In the void, Hong Yu's figure suddenly appeared. He held Duan Mujing flying upside down in one hand, with a faint smile on his beautiful little face.

Duan Mujing's heart was relieved, returned from the edge of death, and secretly exhaled a sigh of breath. Suddenly, she realized the arm at her waist, and two colorful clouds immediately appeared on her delicate little face: "Bad hand, stinky hand, take away your stinky hand!"

Hong Yu laughed, let go of Mujing, turned around, held the world-class ancient sword in one hand, and pointed to Hua Xiangtian from afar.

In an instant, his slightly thin body, a sword out of the sheath, with a strong awe-inspiring murderous intention, the coarse cloth coat on his body is hunting, and his black hair is windless and automatic.

"This shameless disciple's cultivation is only in the beginning of the void?" Looking at Hong Yu, who had just saved herself from the ghost gate, Duan Mujing frowned slightly. At this moment, she obviously felt Hong Yu's extraordinary.

Looking at the teenager standing proudly in the void, the other disciples of the Juetianmen couldn't help but suffocate. This Hong Yu, the momentum on him alone, is definitely more than the beginning of the void.

"Xiao Yu, what's going on? Why did you suddenly become stronger? Lu Feng, a disciple of the vast peak, flew up and said strangely that Shu Qiqi beside him also had a shocked face.

"Xiao Yu, what's going on? Where did you go just now? Long Yan, the eldest disciple of Tianyunfeng, is also a strange Taoist.

Looking back, Hong Yu glanced at the surprised faces of the brothers and sisters and said slowly, "Big brother, brothers and sisters, let Murong explain to you that I'm going to kill this Hua Xiangtian now. As I just said, I want to take his dog's head!"

"Are you going to fight against this Hua Xiangtian? Xiaoyu, don't mess around. If we can't do it, he can still escape." Hearing this, Long Yan was immediately shocked. No wonder he had never seen the ancient sword in Hong Yu's hand and did not understand her power.

Except for Arnold and Murong Qi, all the other disciples looked at Hong Yu with indiscomparable shock, especially Duan Mujing. A sexy little mouth opened into an "O" shape and said to himself, "This shameless disciple was kicked in the brain by a scorpion..."