Chapter 214: Eighth?

One, two, two and three, and even seven.
The sword demon's killing tricks are endless.
Like the thought of seven kills, like the suffering of seven deaths, like the retreat of seven wounds.
Heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney.
Yin and Yang.
A sword shot hurts a pulse, and a seven-shot shot hurts all seven pulses.
The sword demon was originally desperate to destroy martial arts, hurt people and hurt themselves, what fear?
The precious concubine was still smiling, and her eyes were looking forward, but the offensive was fierce and turbulent!
Her humiliation and injustice were poured out in this strange sword move.
No one can stop the radon contained in it, no one dares to stop it!
It is Baxiuhua Linggong, a kind of martial arts that is citing the power of heaven and earth. In the face of this sword demon's offensive, it may be necessary to retreat.
In other words, this kind of swordsmanship itself has the effect of restraining Baxiu's spiritual power.
Shen Zhenyi was not afraid.
He stood on the cusp of the wind and smiled at the devil dancing, his heart still, his color unchanged.
-Even, no sword has been issued yet.
The precious concubine's offensive is tide, but he can't hurt him. He fluttered, just like catkins in the wind. Although the sword demon is crazy, it does not hurt its quality.
one two three four!
Fives!
six!
Seven!
The precious concubine has changed again and again, the sword demon's method has been urged to the extreme, and her eyes have begun to go crazy-Shen Zhenyi knows that this is suffocation, and that she cannot control herself.
"almost."
He looked faintly at the lingering ghost of the demon flying in the air, as if he didn't care about these lively and fragrant pictures, his fingers just flicked.
Hum!
The unvoiced sound dropped, and heaven and earth were in a while.
The light of the sun shines down from the sky and shines all over the world!
Azure and white, the demon retreated.
The sky and magic are blown away like dust, and her sword moves naturally disappear.
The precious concubine flew backwards, her body was like a swallow, she returned with a shuttle, her chest was dull, she felt that she was caught in the boundless darkness, and the demon turned back, trying to win souls.
"This trick breaks the demon?"
Yu Dashao exclaimed.
He expected Shen Zhenyi to win, but did not expect him to win so easily.
Zi Ningjun looked at Shen Zhenyi with admiration.
She had known for a long time that he could do everything.
Shen Zhenyi shook his head slightly, "It's not over."
If the precious concubine can be defeated so easily, then she will not be able to cultivate the most difficult martial arts of martial arts, and through her own creation, she will be close to the realm of heaven and magic!
Such a woman, of course, cannot just give up.
The precious concubine now seemed to be sinking into the worst nightmare.
The seven styles of the sword demon, which seduces the demon with the sword, is originally a kind of borrowing the power of the spirit of heaven and earth to directly attack the spirit of the other party.
This type of attack is very rare in the world of Ba Xiu, and it is extremely difficult to defend. As long as the precious concubine is in the realm of others, it can almost win.
However, once encountering a person who is higher than himself, illusions and changing demons will greatly reduce its role.
And if the opponent's strength is far more than itself, it is difficult for the demons to control themselves, and the mental attack may also backfire.
Precious Princess has never encountered this situation before.
She found in horror that she was in the blood of her childhood.
Burning around, fierce thief slamming, wailing, corpse, flesh.
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The jackdaw howled outside the village, the night breeze was as cold as a knife.
The precious concubine saw that she was only six years old, and her white and weak palms were covered with blood—this was not the blood of the enemy, but the blood of a loved one.
"what--"
She exclaimed sternly.
This is the past.
This is blood and fire.
It was the memory she was least willing to face.
In the murder of Tucun, she was the only survivor. She survived in the corpse of Mancun for three days and three nights.
That time was to her.
Even after hundreds of years, the precious princess martial arts Dacheng, almost no one in the world dare to hurt her, but in the midnight dream, she will wake up in this nightmare.
why
Obviously in the battle, why suddenly entered the dream.
The precious concubine was full of fear.
Is it that he has been killed by a single trick so he will fall into hell?
"Dad! Mother!"
She shouted in vain, tears streaming down.
The terrible devil slowly formed around her, the black abyss opened wide, and blood-red magma rushed.
The demons fly, and Zhangya dances the claws to drag the original master into the bottomless darkness!
No!
The precious concubine was suddenly awakened, and even at this point, she would not easily give in.
She struggled to get rid of the shackles of these demons.
But when she saw her young, weak body, she couldn't help but feel despair.
Is this really the only way to go?
She turned back in vain, dripping a scarlet tear like tear in the corner of her eye!
Beyond dreams.
Shen Zhenyi nodded silently.
The precious concubine's body was suspended in the air, her eyes half-open and half-closed, as if she had lost consciousness, and her body was still convulsing slightly due to panic and illusion.
In the first round, Shen Zhenyi had the absolute advantage.
Even, taking advantage of this opportunity, can be killed in one shot.
However, Shen Zhenyi did not chase while winning, but instead stood up, as if waiting with expectations.
"Three sons, shall we move on?"
Yu Dashao saw that the victory was clearly divided, but Shen Zhenyi didn't know why he was still there, and couldn't help urging.
"Not urgent."
Shen Zhenyi smiled and said, "Her talent is amazing. After every moment of magic, she will certainly be able to change the evil, and realize the eighth change of the sword demon."
"It's worth waiting for such a genius."
"The eighth type of sword demon?" Yu Dashao was a little puzzled at first, and immediately came over, thinking of the precious concubine's aggressive offensive before, can't help but be shocked.
"Three sons, although you are a master of art, this sword demon martial art is a bit weird. Why not take a chance?"
Even if Shen Zhenyi can easily break the seventh style, but from the perspective of Yu Dashao, the eighth style must be a sword that reborn and made a leap. In case Shen Zhenyi can't resist it, that misses the opportunity to win. Isn't it self-injustice?
"No, the eighth style is still what I expected."
Shen Zhenyi was not worried at all, but nodded slightly, still waiting with interest.
He was not in a hurry, and Zi Ningjun was not in a hurry, and remained quietly beside him.
The emperor is not in a hurry!
Yu Dashao muttered in his heart, but after all he couldn't deny it, he could only look down.
At this time, something precious has happened to the precious concubine!
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