Chapter 790: Trade injury for injury

At the moment when the Soul Blade was attached to the Sword of No Phase, a force came back, tyrantly repelling it.
Coupled with Xia's enshrined spirit level cultivation base, he immediately blocked the Soul Blade.
Seeing Ling Luoyu stand up again, washing his whole body with madness and rebellion, Xia consecrated him and twisted his head uncomfortably.
"It seems that the blow that I gave you just now is not enough!"
The profound energy of the voyeuristic realm rises again, and the sword of non-phase is like a giant sword of open sky, and it comes with endless pressure.
"Humph!"
A sneer faded from the corner of Ling Luoyu's lips.
She didn't believe it, with the power of the Primal Chaos Spirit, she couldn't surrender a strange broken sword.
At that moment, the Chaos Nine Revolving Clock was released, and the soul blade carried the Chaos Yuan Ling and slammed out.
However, the target of the soul blade was not the sword of the intangible, but the worship of the hero.
Without the barrier of the Soul Blade, the Wuxiang Sword instantly squeezed against Ling Luoyu.
Chaos Yuanling violently rises.
"boom!"
The power of the endless Primal Spirit burst forth, forming an enchantment, and welcoming the Sword of No Phase.
"Om!"
The Sword of No Phase seemed to have crashed into a pile of cotton. Although the follow-up was powerful, but the foreplay was insufficient, it would not hurt Ling Luoyu at all for a while.
At the moment when the Soul Blade shot, Xia Fu's expression suddenly changed.
He didn't know what Ling Luoyu meant.
Her weapon didn't even meet the Sword of No Phase, but instead killed him.
In this way, she herself was exposed to the ultimate move of Wuxiang Sword.
What is she doing? !
Does she want to trade injury for injury! ?
She herself suffered a fatal blow from the Sword of No Phase, and then also gave him a fatal blow with the Soul Blade? !
Isn't this crazy! ?
The doubts and horror in his heart were not over yet, the soul blade had already arrived in front of him.
"Sorry!"
The lethality of the soul blade was something he had never expected.
The power it carried suddenly entered the body at the moment it touched the body.
Still in the realm of no one, the Primordial Primal Spirit of the Primal Chaos was ruining the Xia's offering.
"broken!"
Under the roar, the profound energy of the gazing realm greeted the Primordial Chaos Spirit, and instantly smashed them out.
In shock, cold sweat broke out.
He felt the heavy damage from profound energy, and his cultivation level suddenly dropped a lot.
Fortunately, the soul blade had hit and flew now, and there was no harm anymore.
Before the fluke in his heart was over, he felt a tearing force from the top of his head.
"Om!"
The chaotic nine-revolution clock revolves.
"Damn it!"
Suddenly, Xia Ji Zong remembered the embarrassment of Ruo Zong.
It was under the persecution of this divine soldier that he fled in embarrassment.
"The Sword of No Phase!"
Shocked, he suddenly shot, wanting to summon the Sword of No Phase.
"Want to go?! Which is so easy?!"
In the laughter, Ling Luoyu suddenly shot.
The Primordial Chaos Spirit carries the spiritual power, and controls the Sword of No Phase.
At this time, the chaotic nine-revolution clock, spinning like a storm.
"Do you still care about your broken sword?! If you have time, let's care about your own soul!"
"Om..."
In the sound of the Sanskrit-like bells, Xia Zong's face suddenly became pale, and the whole figure seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and howling with a headache.
"what……"
Jin Huaran's pupils shrank suddenly, "Xiaozhang!?"
He didn't expect that Xia enshrined in front of this golden bell, even so vulnerable.
Losing the control of the profound energy enshrined by the Xia, the Sword of Wuxiang lost its follow-up power, and dropped to the ground with a "ding".
Ling Luoyu thought about it and picked up the sword of no phase.
Under the tentacles, it turned out to be extremely heavy.
"What material is this?!"