Chapter 160 Kill 3
The sword spirit is like a dragon, the murderous spirit is like the wind, the blood stained clothes, and the crazy killing. After Lin Qing instantly entered the battlefield, the balance that could have maintained the balance in this Yanluo Hall immediately fell down!
Jiang Zhiqing walked slightly, and the socks were dusty, dynamic and impermanent, like a rabbit, and instantly shot a gray-brown streamer, shaped like a javelin, plundering vitality, killing gods and ghosts, and pointing straight to the eyebrows of King Chujiang.
"The water of the river!" The king of Chujiang was not chaotic in the face of danger. Between the wave of his sleeve robe, a torrential river burst out and bombarded Jiang Zhiqing's 'thing withered'!
At the same time, something went wrong in his heart, and he immediately shot out severalpan ling, which shocked and disturbed him with unpredictable magical powers. The king of Yan Luo, who launched a true and false illusion attack, instantly entered this bloody battlefield.
rumbling, rumbling...
Suddenly, the Yanluo Hall shook sharply, as if the earth was shaking, the sky collapsed and the earth was cracked, and it was thunderous, and it was constantly shaking. The 'Tibet Bodhisattva' dragon stick, which had been silent and stood by and watched, danced. The crystal pearl on the top of the stick shot out two black-and-white intertwined streamers, differentiated the legendary black and white impermanence in mid-air, and immediately cut down with a horizontal knife!
"Hmm! Can you finally give up!" Mo Yan sneered. For a long time, what has most feared him is not the sinister and vicious King of hell or the other nine judges, but the unfathomable Tibetan Bodhisattva!
Sure enough, after the Tibetan Bodhisattva took action, Mo Yan immediately took action, and the Xuanbing stimulated to shoot out, freezing the air, forming an ice bridge, and cleverly separating the black and white impermanence.
"God hidden!"
Mo Yan had a hundred hands and hundreds of shadows, and two flying knives shot out between the lightning and stones. He silently stabbed out of the black and impermanent back. At the same time, he turned over on the ice bridge and glide by!
"The crash is empty!"
At the moment when Mo Yan shuttled quickly, a terrible force field was suddenly released, making the black and white impermanence who was being assassinated by the god unprepared and buried in this endless pressure one after another!
Move like thunder, as fast as the wind, and between the lightning and stones, Mo Yan instantly killed the right assistant of the Tibetan Bodhisattva. He was invincible and like a broken bamboo. In an instant, he had come to the Tibetan Bodhisattva and turned his hand and shot out the dragon thorns!
Wo!
The streamer shot, and only saw the ghosts of the Dizang Bodhisattva. For a moment, a dark crack suddenly appeared in the air, and endless involvement emerged from the crack, fiercely depriving the soul of the Dizang Bodhisattva.
"Mo Yan! Don't show mercy! The strength of this Tibetan Bodhisattva has almost reached the 'rigidity and softness' stage of his body. If he can't kill it in an instant, I'm afraid he will fight fiercely. I don't know how much it will cost to kill it.
Qingluan Road.
"The soul is devouring?!" Dizang Bodhisattva was slightly shocked, and the dragon stick in his hand shook sharply. The surrounding air actually seemed to be a torrent, turbulent, and there was a crisp sound. For a moment, the dragon pierced in the air, as if it had fallen into a muddy swamp, slowly and abnormally.
"Strange, what the hell is going on!" Mo Yan frowned and didn't expect that this Tibetan Bodhisattva not only knew the existence of 'soul devouring', but also seemed to have an extremely special ability to shock the air and create sluggishness.
Suddenly, the Tibetan Bodhisattva dragon staff waved and drew a dark smoke. Under the interference of soul devouring, it did not seem to have any damage at all. It was radiant and bombed strange killing moves between his hands and feet.
The curling smoke passed by, gently wrapped around the sashimi of the dragon's thorns, like a ghost's tentacle. While holding this magic weapon, it turned into a powerful bow and stimulated the dragon chant.
"What is the ability of this Tibetan Bodhisattva? Is it so special?" Mo Yan's face changed slightly, and his footsteps were staggered. He quickly glided by the side of the dragon's thorn. At the same time, he used the black ice thorn to release the extremely cold air, freeze the rainbow-like dragon's thorn, and turned over and snatch it back.
hong hong hong hong!
Suddenly, a white light that passed close to the ground shot out, and the whole palace immediately trembled sharply, splitting into two sides like turning over the river and the sea!
The ground is cracked and uplifted!
At the critical moment, Mo Yan did not hesitate to use the power of his soul to perform horrible killing moves. At the same time, in the sharp gliding, he slapped out angrily, smashed the air, forming a terrible power field, and trapped the Tibetan Bodhisattva in it.
For a while, the earth cracked and bulged, and the collapse was empty. Unexpectedly, it took two steps to control violence and fiercely kill the Dizang Bodhisattva, who almost stepped into the stage of 'rigidity and softness'.
The eyes of the Tibetan Bodhisattva are like iron, and he is not chaotic in the face of danger. A group of ghosts and black smoke is like a night fork exploring the sea, wrapped around the body quickly, and his footsteps fly quickly. Unexpectedly, in the terrible power field, like a fierce beast out of the cage, resisting head-on!
"What the hell, this Tibetan Bodhisattva is so agile in the collapse of the empty force field?!" Mo Yan was slightly shocked, but the distance between the two sides was close at hand, and there was no time to think about this strange phenomenon.
The dragon thorn danced like a wandering dragon, stabbing out fiercely, and the cold wind roared, and the energy soared. Between the lightning and stones, Mo Yan had fought with the Dizang Bodhisattva happily in the atrium of the Yanluo Hall.
"Black Wind Kill!" The Tibetan Bodhisattva sneered, rolled up the dragon stick, and drew a strong whirlwind, such as a ghost fire, opening his teeth and claws, and killing him.
"Look for death!" Mo Yan looked cold, and his five fingers bounced continuously, shooting out a ball of green fire, burning on the black wind, and crackling and crisp sounded. Between the sparks, Mo Yan suddenly released a terrible killing move, the 'Sword of Soul', which shot into the soul wall of Dizang Bodhisattva.
At this moment, the Tibetan Bodhisattva is in a fierce battle, and the power of the soul continues to output. It is the time when it is extremely fragile. Although the sword of the soul cannot cause a fatal blow to it, but in a short moment, it is already dizzy and Venus is shining.
However, although the time is only a momentary, it is enough for Mo Yan!
Mo Yan quickly stuck in front of the Dizang Bodhisattva, and the air in his palm kept breaking, forming a deadly force field, slapping down and pressing the head of Dizang Bodhisattva on the ground fiercely.
Boom!
The palace shook and sounded like thunder. Under the squeezing of the force field of the crash, countless pieces of gravel flew out. Around the body of the Bodhisattva, countless dense cracks like spider webs were shattered. A blood arrow flew into the sky and instantly turned into a blood fog under the squeeze of the force field.
"The Fire of Green Luan!"
At the critical moment, Mo Yan's hand holding the head of Dizang Bodhisattva without any loosening, immediately condensed a cyan flame, sharply igniting its body, and at the same time exerting the anger of lava, blowing away the flesh and blood of Dizang Bodhisattva!
hong hong hong hong!!
The blue fire splashes and the blood flowers fly!
At this moment, under Mo Yan's crazy attack, the Tibetan Bodhisattva was finally defeated and buried in this sea of fire like a lava explosion. In the final analysis, the defeat of the Tibetan Bodhisattva was defeated by underestimating Mo Yan's 'sword of soul'!
The sword of the soul is strange, invisible and traceless. Although it cannot cause a fatal blow to the Dizang Bodhisattva, it has created an important opportunity to reverse the balance in this fierce battle.
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