Chapter 242 Sword Emperor Lingxi

"Huier!" Just as the five-color thunder and lightning penetrated Ling Hui, the power in Ling's body to reach the peak of the holy step finally broke out. The violent blue energy hurricane rose out of thin air with him at the center. Heaven and earth saw that the energy of wind seemed to be pulled by a black hole and surged from all directions. Injected into the blue hurricane.

"Ah!" Ling Yu roared, and the earth trembled with sound waves. At this moment, Tras's confinement magic finally broke.

"What! He broke through. Nils let out a scream.

"Another emperor-level strongman was born, which is lucky for our family!" Truss's eyes were shining with gold, revealing a strong color of joy. Relying on the Great Guardian Shield, Ling Hui's last blow did not cause them too much damage. Truss gently waved the staff, and everyone immediately returned to their best condition.

The blue hurricane came out, and suddenly a human-sized blue light flashed straight into the sky and caught the soft white shadow that was falling down.

"Huier!" At this time, Ling Hui's spirit was extremely depressed. Hearing Ling Wei's eager voice, her closed eyes opened slightly, and her pale paper-like face finally showed a gratifying smile. Brother, you have become stronger. At this time, the light in Ling Hui's pupils is gradually dim, and the energy of life is rapidly disappearing.

Ling took her slowly raised hand and put it on her face! He hugged Ling Hui's delicate body, hoping that this would save his sister's life.

"Brother, I'm so cold. Hold Hui'er tightly." Ling Hui's original seductive rosy lips were bloodless. The weak voice whispered like a mosquito, and Ling Wei approached his head before he could barely hear it clearly. Looking at the two clear tears on his dying sister's pale face, Ling Wei could no longer restrain the grief in his heart and burst into tears. Tears fell on Ling Hui's nose and slid down her face along her soft curve.

"Brother, Huier really doesn't want to leave you." Ling Hui's voice was very low, and her eyes as she tried to open contained infinite thoughts for Ling. She pleaded with all her strength, "Promise Huier, don't take revenge, don't use the heart of promise, okay?"

"Good..." Ling Wei was in tears. Heartache, stabbed into the heart like a sharp blade. It really hurts. The severe pain came from the heart. Ling Wei thought that the heartache was a mental tingling and an illusory feeling, but he didn't expect it to exist. If he could, he would rather die than his beloved sister.

He gently brushed Ling Hui's face with a reluctant smile until the latter's smile solidified forever...

Tras was also infected by the relationship between the two brothers and sisters. He couldn't bear to look at it any longer. He sighed gently, "Guys, let's go."

"Hight!" Ling Li turned his back to the five human emperors and stood up slowly. The sad and indignant body kept shaking.

Nils frowned and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Murder for his life." Ling Wei turned his head and flashed his eyes as red as a beast.

"The first level of the imperial level, what a big tone." Niels said coldly.

"Ha ha..." Ling Li smiled and smiled desolately. Huier, I'm sorry. I can't promise you. I want to avenge you. His clenched palm slowly opened, and with a slight flash of black light, there was an additional seven-color lotus.

"The heart of Nuofa? Boy, you're dizzy..." Niels laughed, and then the extremely exaggerated face froze. Seven, seven colors..."

"Hushuang, how can he have a seven-color Nuofa heart." Leila looked solemn. Nofa's heart was created by Truss, and no one knows it better than him.

There was a trace of bitterness in Truss's mouth. The world thinks that he is the creator of the heart of promise and respects him as a living god. Only he knows that the truth is not like this. The person who really creates the heart of Nofa is not himself, but his mysterious master...

Master! Trus sighed silently, why did he let me give this heart to him? Truss had already regretted it. On the top of the mountain, Ling Hui appeared as the god, and he regretted it. No one knows the use of this seven-color Norfa heart better than him. With it, the imperial strong can immediately evolve into an imperial strong man. The real emperor-level strongman, not the so-called Yadi. But again, it needs to be at the cost of the user's life. With the strength of Ling Wei's current first-level sword emperor, it is very good to hold on for an hour without dying after using it.

Does he really rely on it to die with me? Truss sweated coldly, which was the last thing he wanted to see. There are a total of six emperors here. Once the jade is burned, human beings will enter an unprecedented dark era. At that time, the demon lord leads a large army to suppress the border, and how can human beings resist it? Thinking of this, Truss said sharply, "Ling, do you know what you are doing? You are the heir of Ling Yan, and you are the son of fate. If you use it, even if you kill us for revenge, you will die immediately, and you will become the sinner of this continent.

"Hahaha..." Ling Li smiled, and the laughter was extremely horrible. Because of anger, his body couldn't help shaking, his fists firmly clenched, and his pale knuckles sounded. The heir of bullshit, the son of bullshit fate. War between gods and demons! What does the survival of Nofa have to do with me!" Ling Li pointed to the five human emperors and roared hysterically, "I'm just an alien!" Go to hell." After saying that, his hand holding the heart of Nufa burst into a strong seven-color light.

"Stop him and kill him." Truss can't take care of so much. Now the best result is to interrupt Ling Li's promotion. In order to eliminate future troubles, he can only kill him.

"The fire of Yeya!"

"Knight Charge!"

"Frost must be killed"

"Sky Cut!"

"Shadow floating!"

The five emperors arrived in an instant, and the powerful stunt hit Ling Li, but made a tinkling sound of iron.

"What! Absolute defense!" Tras was shocked, and sadness rose in his heart. The master actually implanted such magic into Nofa's heart.

The emperor's strong man was born, and the glow was shining. The whole earth is shaking violently. Above the sky, the eternal unknown. The eyelids of the owner of the space as quiet as dead water slowly opened, shooting out two rays of light, passing through the space, through layers of barriers and extending to the shore of Butterfly Lake. When Ling's extremely ferocious but familiar face was imprinted into the golden pupil, a light "hew" came out of his mouth...

The strong light dissipated, and a majestic man appeared. At this time, Ling's temperament changed dramatically. It was still the beautiful face with bright eyes, but it made people dare not look directly. The unparalleled momentum of the emperor swept away and shocked the five emperors far away.

"Guys, he is crazy. Let's go!" Truss roared and was about to take out the space jade from his arms, while the other emperor's strong men felt the irresistible power emanating from Ling Li, listening to the voice of Truss, and took out the tools to escape one by one.

"Have you run yet?" Ling Wei stretched out his palm and held it gently, and the scene around him immediately changed. It's like transferring six people to Tianyu with great magic power. The meteor passed by and fell a horrible sword.

"The Field of Sword!" Truss struggled to spit out four words, and he was finally desperate.

The faces of the other four emperors are not much better, and their faces are sad.

The battle between the emperor's strong men cannot be used because the fields conflict with each other. However, once someone breaks through to the imperial level, the balance will be broken. In the field, everything is ants.

Ling Li lowered his head, and his long bangs covered his eyes, floating gently and extremely cold. He stood quietly in the void, holding a sword in one hand, and said blankly, "I have been in this world for 19 years. I have no ambition. I just want to find my father, and then take my beloved sister and my family to live a stable life on Youle Island. But you ruined all this." Ling Wei raised his dark sword and pointed it at his white hair. Truss said coldly, "My sister is Ling Hui. Even if she used to be a murderer without blood, she is still a lovely sister in my heart. Truss, I have never hated anyone so much. It's an honor, you! It's the first one."

With that, he stepped on the starry sky and walked slowly to the earthy Truss.

"I am the guardian of human beings, but I will avenge my kindness. You are sorry for my father, and even more sorry for me. You killed my sister, damn it!" Ling's voice echoed clearly in this space, and his dark sword had been placed on Tras's shoulder. As long as he wanted to, with a gentle wave, the latter would be cut off.

"Ling Wei, I don't regret my death. Please let them go!" Trus pleaded. In the field, Ling Li is a god. At this moment, the five emperors are firmly nailed to the same place, and it is difficult to walk.

Ling said in disgust, "Don't pretend to be noble. Damn it, they deserve it too." He gently scratched his left hand, and in the shocked eyes of Leila and others, Tras's neck was divided into two like thin paper, and blood spewed out of his neck.

He died, and the guardian of mankind died like this. No one thought that the living god Truss, who had guarded human beings for ten thousand years, neither died in the hands of God nor in the hands of the devil. Instead, he died in the hands of this descendant of Ling Yan, who had countless high hopes in the future war of gods and demons, who once won the championship in the Bowen College by "despicable" means.

A sword cut off Tras's head, which made Ling Li's heart more empty. Ling's eyes are still red. He needs to kill. Only by constantly killing can he forget the pain in his heart...