Vol 8 Chapter 114: Sky knife 1 body

boom!
The swords and swords fought and the powerful explosive force shook four figures.
Situ Ling Feng struck Song Departure together with a single blow, his body moved slightly, and he followed Song Departure closely.
However, while Song Bieli flew backwards, the drunk peach blossoms on his hands continued to cast, and the heavy and heavy sword spirits solidified in the air, closing the entire space for a long time.
Situ Ling Feng snorted coldly, chopped off with a stab, and the sound of crickets continued, breaking the air of the heavenly sword of Song Bieli.
Situ Lingfeng Zhuoli stands in the strong wind of the maple leaves. The tall figure and single-handed knife are like the demons from the eighteenth floor of hell.
Song, parting from weakness in his body, quickly adjusted his breath.
Situ Lingfeng took it a step further, holding up the black knife in his hand, the knife's air went straight to the sky, and the clouds over Fenglin were washed up by the knife's air, revealing a huge hole, this knife can be called a heaven and earth.
Regardless of the momentum and the operation of the spirit, he has reached the peak he can reach.
Song Bieqing gritted his teeth, raised his sword luck, and wanted to block this earth-shaking sword.
At the same time, Yan Wuchang transformed into countless ghosts, and cast the sharpest sword from the air. The ghosts carried a shooting star and shuttled in the air.
In an attempt to rescue Song Departure.
Beiming Invincible held the sword silently, clasping his left hand above the sword's edge, condensing his whole body madly, the dazzling sword strength came out, and the mad sand and fallen leaves could not enter the distance of three feet in front of him. Like a mad coming into the world.
This battle has reached the moment of decisive decision.
Situ Lingfeng's sword was entangled in his body, and despite the extreme violent impact of Yan Wuchang, he remained still. Although the opponent's impact did not break the sword's body for the time being, the sound of the cricket was endless, and the sword's blade of the sky began to show a trace of fine. crack.
Seeing that the attack was effective, Yan Wuchang shocked more madly.
At this time, Song Bieli had determined that the sword was to be held firm, and drunk peach blossoms danced in front of him, spreading sword swords to make the guardian's breath more stable.
And Beiming Invincible finally condensed his whole body skills, too late to think about, he leaned forward, his hands curled inward, a sword stabbed forward, a very powerful sword air column, sprang up, and rushed up Stuart Ling Feng of the Black Sword.
This is the gathering of Beiming's invincible life skills. He believes that even if the "magic emperor" Luo Baodi comes in person, he must avoid its edge. Not to mention Situ Lingfeng, a half-step myth?
As long as his body moves, the former cohesive momentum is bound to disappear, consuming the amazing radon in vain, and the three can fight back and kill them in one fell swoop.
Situ Lingfeng, you are still too big.
At this moment, not only Beiming was invincible, but also Song Wuye and blind Yan Yanchang, and a proud smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
scold!
Suddenly, Situ Lingfeng screamed, and the sword held high into the sky fell off!
Song Bieli and others were puzzled. Under such a siege, Situ Lingfeng didn't even evade. Don't you know that Song Bieli is ready for defense, and Beiming Invincible has also issued a powerful blow?
Taunting, puzzled, disdainful, various rich expressions appeared on the faces of the three heavenly gods.
But these people's expressions just passed by. After a while, these expressions had solidified and replaced with deep fear.
At the moment of Stuart Lingfeng's slashing, in the void of the void, a dazzling electric light flashed, breaking through the sky, and hitting directly on the black knife split by Situ Lingfeng. Daoguang, high-voltage current rushed around the blade body, squeaked on the blade, and the blade gas that was directly inserted into the cloud haunted the thunder and lightning.
This sword was cut off, and the twelve-point sword was added with twelve points of prestige.
The sword was carrying lightning, powerful enough to destroy the sky and earth, and fell down like lightning.
what--
First and foremost, it is not Song Farewell, but Yan Wuchang, the "Ghost Sword" within easy reach.
In the sky full of thunder, he was the first to obliterate his figure.
The light flashed down, a thunder blasted on the ground, and Song Fen was stabbed by the thunder with a thunder and thunder, splitting and flying 30 feet away from the ground, his body was drowned in the maple forest.
Beiming made a mournful indignation, and Stuart Ling Feng's sword broke all his thoughts and all his courage. In the sound of the air, the ten-year-old generation who had stolen a number of digits abandoned his comrades and fled desperately .
Wait for all the dust to settle.
In the center of Fenglin, a large pit that was twenty feet long and about one foot deep was startling.
Three feet away from Situ Lingfeng, next to Shenkeng was the wreckage of Yan Wuchang's upper body. His eyes were white with anger, his breath was only a few breaths, and endless blood and internal organs were sprayed out.
This knife is earth-shattering.
This knife, the sky knife in one, is a solitary life.
Song Bie is invincible in his life, and this is the first time he has been knocked to the ground.
In Fenglin, fifty feet away, Song Chuang crawled out stupidly, holding the sword's right arm, blood dripping, broken, and drunk peach blossoms clinging tightly, leaving only half.
Situ Lingfeng still had a knife in his scabbard, turned and walked away, and his cold eyes were too lazy to stay on Song's farewell body for a moment.
"Aren't you killing me?" Song Bieer asked in a quiet voice.
"You don't deserve it!" Situ Lingfeng's cold voice came, but the person had disappeared into the fallen leaves of the maple forest.
I do not deserve?
I do not deserve?
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"Not worthy, hey, not worthy ..." Yan Wuchang on the ground muttered these two words in dismay, "Don't kill us ... keke ... you will regret it ..."
"Really?" A cold voice came.
Slowly, the cold face of Nie Xingxie appeared in the maple forest.
"Senior did not want to dirty his knife, but my sword waited for this day and I didn't know how long ..."
"You ..." Yan Wuchang took a deep breath and whispered, "You are ..."
"I am the descendant of Yan Wujue. I will take your leader first and pay tribute to the Master!" Nie Xingxian lowered his body and pulled out the bamboo sword in his opponent's hand.
"By taking advantage of others, you can count ..." Yan Wuchang growled loudly.
puff--
Yan Wuchang's head rolled down, and Nie Xingxie's long bamboo sword penetrated Yan Wuchang's head, raised it high, and sneered, "I'm a killer, do you expect me to follow the morals of the rivers and lakes? Ridiculous."
After speaking, Nie Xingxie walked away slowly.
"You don't kill me?" Song Bieli shouted again.
Nie Xingxie's cold voice came. "Your life is taken by someone. Run away. Maybe you can live a few more days ..."
When the words fell, people had disappeared.
Song Bie stood there in a stunned state, a sudden mountain wind came, making him cold all over the body.
He turned around and looked around, then fled in one direction.
He knew that there were too many people who wanted his life, and no matter which one would not let him die easily.
In contrast, death under the sword of Situ Lingfeng, or even under the sword of younger generations such as Nie Xingxie, is a relatively pleasant experience.
As long as the person who killed him will not be Ye Qingxuan, let alone Zong Xuan. ...