Wukong poked Chen Yi's waist with his hand and said with praise: "Brother, the little brother you have taken is good, thick and thin, which is very suitable for my appetite."
It was indeed good. Chen Yi thought that Xue Ling'er deliberately arrogantly, but in fact he forced these kings of hell with words, so that they could not fight together. In this way, fighting alone, Xue Ling'er was more sure. Chen Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to Wukong easily: "It's nothing more, why don't you tell me how you built this Naihe Bridge?"
Wukong raised his hand and waved it gently in the air, as if he wanted to swing away the confusion in front of him, and said, "This Naihe Bridge..." As soon as he said, Xue Ling'er had already formed a group of people with the Wheel King, but Wukong lost interest in speaking and glanced at the other side, but he did not say the second half of the words.
Chen Yi followed suit and looked over.
Xue Ling'er danced the Liangyi Sword. At that time, the energy column hanging from the sky flashed with milky white light, but shone a layer of soft light on the Liangyi Sword's blade. The black blade carries a soft light, dancing in the dark, but it was like a blooming fireworks. But the fireworks were not only beautiful, but the soft light flashed with murderous aura. The Liangyi Sword is like a calm but fierce killer. As long as you look at the flaws, you can kill with one knife.
King Senluo was extremely thief. When Xue Ling'er took out the knife, he saw that the knife was extraordinary. So he didn't dare to conflict with the two yin swords head-on. Instead, he wandered around Xue Ling'er and acted as a means of serving the machine. King Senluo's stunning exercises were unfolded, and his shadow was everywhere. The fights were made like he was fighting against him. It seemed that dozens of King Senluo surrounded Xue Ling'er.
Xue Ling'er hurriedly used the knife, but he could only cut the figure of King Senluo wherever the knife fell. Xue Ling'er cursed in her heart that the old fox actually wanted to drag him to death, but this trick really worked for him. He couldn't determine where he was. No, he had to use some tricks, otherwise it would delay the boss and the others' time.
Xue Ling'er had a plan, and suddenly the blade was sharp, but five swords were slashed at the shadow in front of her. As expected, it was all phantoms. Xue Ling'er screamed, but rushed towards the holes that were opened by the five swords just now, with an aura of lightning.
King Senluo's heart moved. This kid wanted to escape if he couldn't beat him. This escape was really an opportunity for him. At least he sold his back to him. This kid was still young after all. He wanted to escape if he couldn't stand the pressure. The fighter's chances were fleeting. King Senluo knew this well and made a quick decision, changing from a wandering state to an attack state, and quickly threw himself towards Xue Ling'er's back.
However, the authorities were confused and bystanders were clear. Those who were watching the battle outside, including the other five Hell Kings, immediately felt that something was wrong. Xue Ling'er was not at a disadvantage, so how could she have a breakout? This was obviously the meaning of retreating as advance. The Six Hell Kings wanted to remind King Senluo, but the change on the field was so fast that they didn't even have time to talk.
King Senluo only felt that he could touch Xue Ling'er's back immediately. As long as he touched it, King Senluo was confident that he would tear out a hole in Xue Ling'er's back. King Senluo never used weapons in his life. These hands were his biggest weapon and his biggest secret. His hands were not the hands he should have, but this hand was the hand of an ancient god. That god is said to be Pangu. King Senluo made great contributions to the last war of unification of the ghost world with this secret, so he was named one of the top ten kings of hell.
However, King Senluo was surprised to find that the black knife suddenly appeared in front of his hand, and the soft light was colder, giving his hand a feeling of being cut. King Senluo was shocked and his strength reversed. He immediately stopped castration, then flew backwards, ready to leave.
However, the way backwards was blocked by the black knife. Damn, King Senluo was crying. How could this black knife have the same skill as himself? It was obviously a black knife, how could it be there before and after? There must be one in it. King Senluo thought of giving him the real feeling just now, so the one that blocked the retreat must be fake.
King Senluo felt relieved, and the hand that was said to be from Pangu slapped at the knife.
When the black sword was about to slap the sword with King Senluo's hand, it suddenly burst out with the sword energy. The sword energy turned fiercely on King Senluo's hand, but King Senluo's hand was separated from his body. The urban king watched his hand fall and instantly became dumbfounded.
Xue Ling'er then turned around, stretched out her hands, and the two swords flew gently into his hands. Xue Ling'er closed her hands and turned into one. Xue Ling'er sneered and said, "Idiot, who said that these Liangyi swords are one sword? They are obviously two."
King Senluo felt the piercing pain and couldn't help but scream. However, the pain on his body could not keep up with the pain in his heart. A king of hell who had been living all his life was seriously injured by this little man. If this matter was told, no one would believe it, but this happened.
King Senluo was so painful that he trembled even when he spoke: "How could my hand, the hand left by God Pangu, be cut off by your... knife?"
Xue Ling'er snorted from her nostrils and said coldly: "God Pangu? I guess your hand is a fake. Pangu's god is divided into heaven and earth, and his hand is so big? If you have a little common sense, you won't think so."
King Senluo was in pain and anxious, and shouted loudly, and his face suddenly turned blood, and his face was very bright and weird.
Xue Ling'er's face changed slightly. He didn't know what King Senluo wanted to do, but he always felt that something was wrong was about to happen. However, he had a complete advantage at this time, but he didn't know whether to run away or stay.
The five Hell Kings beside them shouted together and rushed up desperately. However, they saw the clues from King Senluo's performance and knew that King Senluo wanted to self-destruct in order to die with Xue Ling'er.
Meng Po instantly became no longer old lady, and shouted anxiously: "Ling'er", but she flew straight over like a night owl.
Chen Yi's face became extremely heavy, and suddenly he restrained all his energy and closed his eyes. Wukong slowly raised his fingers, as if there was a heavier weight on his fingers; Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva put his palms together, his eyes wide open, and his mouth chanted the seven-character mantra "The Supreme Tathagata Buddha".[
Although the five kings of Hell were like lightning, they still did not stop the charm of King Senluo. Although Meng Po was young in an instant, she could not really stop time. What should have happened finally happened.
King Senluo's eyes were blood-red, like a wild beast, and he roared wildly, but millions of bloody flowers burst out from his body, face and legs.