"Run over..." Leng Xiaoran's indifferent voice was a little unwavering.
"Well..." Luan Tuntian was a little silent, but then stared at Leng Xiaoran for a while and said in a deep voice: "Since you want to die so much, haha, I'll see how you died?"
Everyone understood that this was a fierce battle with a great chance of winning, but everyone was still confident, especially Feng Ji and Ye Lin. They trusted Leng Xiaoran's decision because they knew that Leng Xiaoran would not let them get into the dead end.
At this time, Leng Xiaoran's voice was a little solemn, and a dim blue light suddenly flashed in her eyes. "Concentrate your strength and sprint forward, without worrying about the ghosts. The chance of success is at least about the seventh level."
Everyone agreed to Leng Xiaoran's guess and began to prepare to condense all the magic power in their bodies. Suddenly, in the dim Luoshui in the lower right, several rays of different colors suddenly flashed, which looked gorgeous and weird under the lake.[
Not long after, in the sight of everyone, there was a dark and a little depressing spirit in front of them. The light on everyone's body gradually dimmed and condensed less than half an inch outside the body, which showed that everyone had accumulated all their strength.
"Run!" Leng Xiaoran said in a deep voice.
Then several rays of light turned into flowing light and rushed forward like suicide...
"Scare--" The terrifying screams of several powers, and illusory black shadows swooped towards several streams of different colors flying in, as if they encountered delicious food and wanted to swallow them all in one bite.
At this time, Leng Xiaoran had already summoned his innate magic weapon, and the shadow-shaped phantom spirit was just a dark blue ball of light floating in front of Leng Xiaoran. The ball of light was not a game or a little bit of halo flashing. Then, Leng Xiaoran's right hand suddenly inserted into the dark blue ball of light and suddenly pulled out a strange spear. The tip of the spear was spiral, and the length of the spear tip occupied more than half of the entire gun. It would be better to say that it was a wide gun blade than to say it was a gun.
Behind Leng Xiaoran are Feng Qi and Ye Lin. Compared with Leng Xiaoran, their strength in the water has been greatly weakened and they have to cooperate with Leng Xiaoran. Feng Qi and Ye Lin transformed into their innate magic weapon Qingfeng Knife and Dragon Vine at the same time, and one green and one green flashed with a harmonious light.
Then Willow Seed and Shui Yunxin stood shoulder to shoulder, dancing with Shui Yunxin's sleeves, waving the obstructing water flow, while Willow Seed was full of exquisite small swords and lancets, which shone with green light from time to time. Shousheng's whole body was first seen, containing the most powerful and powerful force. If it could not be used in the water, it simply cushioned, and the string of introverted golden light surrounded Shousheng and protected Shousheng.
As for the purple-black Luntian, who was still next to Leng Xiaoran, holding a long sword in both hands and placing the long sword horizontally on his right arm, a deep purple color quietly flashed on the unknown long sword. Luntian's black eyes flashed with inexplicable purple light, and his eyes were full of fear and domineering aura.
Here, a black ghost shadow was still so fast in the water, which was daunting. Leng Xiaoran and his men held their respective weapons and reproduced several ghost shadows with the flash of light and light. The sound of the flowing water was stirring up, the ghost shadows were raging, and the black air was turbulent.
Leng Xiaoran's silent expression was not afraid at this moment. The strange spear in his hand suddenly turned, and the tip of the spear rotated clockwise, causing the water flow in front of Leng Xiaoran to break through a layer of water area in a whirlpool. Behind Leng Xiaoran's back, the dragon vine suddenly turned into a green green wood bow. Ye Lin gently pinched his left hand and formed a small and delicate arrow on the green wood bow. The Qingfeng knife in Feng Ji's hand was under the control of Feng Ji, and the phantom was limited, and the narrow space was full of green light and shadow.
At this time, the dark ghost was close at hand, and everyone's breath was a little heavy. Leng Xiaoran narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted softly. He saw that the strange spear in his hand was faster and broke through a longer space. Moreover, with the cooperation of Feng Qi and Ye Lin, the space was filled with green sword shadows.
"Uh." The ghost came over and rushed towards the green cone space with its teeth and claws. However, after the fierce ghost came into contact with the space formed by Leng Xiaoran and others, the screams kept ringing. The illusory ghost shadow would dissipate in the water in a short while. The hideous ghost face seemed a little shocked at this time, but then it turned into ashes.
Luan Swallowing Heaven did not rely on everyone's cooperation. He waved his sword alone to kill dozens of ghost shadows. Under the purple sword, he was full of dead souls. Under the control of Luan Swallowing Heaven, he slashed out 369 swords in a row. The swords and swords were headshot, without any false moves. The soul-breaking sword, in an instant, filled with ashes, and a shrill scream sounded for a moment and disappeared into the water.
"Haha..." The wild laughter was with extreme disdain and contempt. Luan Tuntian was such a person who rushed away in fear and left Leng Xiaoran and his group behind in an instant.
Looking at Luan Tuntian's whole situation, everyone's eyes were full of anger, while Leng Xiaoran frowned slightly, and couldn't help but think of: Is it reckless or true love, arrogant or domineering, real or hypocritical...
It takes a long time to observe a person. Faced with such a complex personality, Leng Xiaoran was not sure for a while, but Leng Xiaoran now knows that swallowing the sky cannot be as simple as it seems.
"Let's go with you." Leng Xiaoran said, and then Leng Xiaoran arranged personnel again, "Shousheng, you will fall to Ye Lin to cooperate with his actions. Liu Xu, you cooperate with Feng Qi, Shui Yun thought to me."
The cone formation changed, and in an instant, the entire space swayed, but with Leng Xiaoran's integration, the space stabilized again in a moment.
The black shadow was still biting the space. With the efforts of several ghosts, the space was gradually being pressed to less than five meters inside. "Hmph" Leng Xiaoran snorted coldly, putting away the strange spear in his hands with both hands, and seeing a blue light appear in both hands. The spear that echoed this also flashed with blue light. With a swish, the spear rushed forward, while Shui Yunxin beside him clasped his palms and silently recited an unknown spell.
The green wood bow in Ye Lin's hand changed again, and a dragon vine several feet long appeared again. Shosheng was behind Ye Lin's back, and his hands pressed against Ye Lin's back. Two golden lights came into Ye Lin's body. Then a blue-blooded light flashed in Ye Lin's dragon vine, which looked strange and soft. With a "pop", a black shadow was sucked into a spoil of black smoke. Without even a shrill cry, he died under the hands of the two.
"Hehe. Ami tofu, sprinkle it on." Ye Lin's obscene voice sounded again, causing several ghosts to tremble. Even Shousheng's body behind him shook slightly, his eyes full of gloom.
The ghost seemed to have no fear at all, but just rushed towards the direction of everyone, "Shui Ling Jue!" Like a yellow oriole, Shui Yunxin used the unspeakable technique of the Shui Yueyun Palace. A white lotus suddenly flashed on the tip of the spear in Leng Xiaoran's hand, emitting a pure and holy light. A calm and gentle light flashed. Dozens of black shadows present sobbed, twitching all over their bodies, and wisps of black smoke and a look of pain spread on their bodies.
It seems that Shui Yunxin's move has the magical effect of exorcising demons and evil spirits. At this time, Shui Yunxin's expression was a little serious and solemn, and his hands showed some special seal, echoing the white lotus in front of him. Every time the white lotus turned, Shui Yunxin's face became pale. Leng Xiaoran seemed to have also noticed Shui Yunxin's persistence and could not help but accelerate again. However, no matter how Leng Xiaoran accelerated, he did not see the figure of Ran Tengtian, and couldn't help but scold: What is not a matter of life or death.
Feng Ji and Liu Xu were at the end of the team, and the two of them blew blue swords from their hands at all times, killing the black shadows behind who wanted to take the opportunity to attack one by one.
As time passed by, Leng Xiaoran gradually felt a heavy pressure on her body, and the stiffness of her hands became more and more intense. The figure of Shui Yunxin next to her was trembling, and even the white lotus in front of her was struggling with difficulty. Leng Xiaoran was immersed in the depths of her heart again and felt the information from afar.
After a moment, Leng Xiaoran realized that it was not far from everyone's destination. Leng Xiaoran whispered: "You should rest for a while, it's almost here, adjust your breath for a while."
Shui Yunxin glanced at Leng Xiaoran, and after a moment of silence, he dissipated his Shui Ling Jue, standing behind Leng Xiaoran, urging the magic power in his body to quickly recover. When the white lotus disappeared, Leng Xiaoran suddenly felt the pressure increased sharply, and the entire space swayed, and the originally smooth edge of the space suddenly twisted and deformed.
Shui Yunxin opened her eyes and wanted to display the white lotus again, but Leng Xiaoran refused. "Now is the time to preserve her strength, so it's enough to have me."
Then, Leng Xiaoran stopped talking, and slapped his palms in the void. Suddenly, a blue light flowed from the outside like wisps of blue smoke, entering Leng Xiaoran's facial features. Leng Xiaoran took a deep breath and relaxed his expression. Then Leng Xiaoran closed his eyes, entered my realm, and felt the call from the water from nature.
The exhausted black shadow whistled and pulled the blue light cover space. Ye Lin whipped his right hand and slapped a black shadow to death. At this time, Ye Lin's right hand was also a little sore, as if he had turned off lead water, as if he had raised tens of thousands of kilograms of steel. And Shousheng behind him was also gasping for breath, with sweat drops the size of soybeans on his forehead.
With a bang, a small hole was suddenly broken in the space behind, and a black ghost came in arrogantly. Feng Qi was shocked when he saw it, and hurriedly waved the blue Qingfeng Sword. The green phantoms continued, like falling leaves flying, cutting the black shadow into dozens of pieces. However, what is surprising is that even if it was cut like this, the black shadow did not dissipate.
At this time, Leng Xiaoran's spiritual consciousness wanted to merge with Luo Shui's spirituality, and Shui Yunxin was also regulating his breathing. Liu Xu also saw this situation, and the ten lancet knives in his hand flew away, but the situation did not fade away. The black shadow seemed to laugh disdainfully. Even if the black fog-like ghost shadow turned into black fog, it seemed that it had not been hurt.
Feng Ji was very surprised, but after the first hurdle, he gradually calmed down and realized that the damage of his and others was to hurt the special ghost. Due to the emergence of the loophole, the black shadow continued to enter the space formed by Leng Xiaoran, and the flowing water also entered, just in such a thrilling situation.