Qiye Python's face immediately snorted, snorted coldly, and slammed out with a sudden palm, bombarding heavily at the bottom of the black seal.
In his opinion, how powerful can a magic weapon sacrificed by a newly grown sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrific
Just as he touched the black seal, the seal shone brightly and suddenly burst out with extremely terrifying power. Qiye Python caught off guard and felt that the true energy in his chest was stagnant and could not be lifted up. The black seal instantly became
As heavy as a mountain.
"Crack", Qiye Python even heard the sound of his right wrist breaking.
The black seal did not stop and thundered.
"Junior!"
The Qiye Python roared with anger and suddenly raised the magic power of the Dantian. The green light shone. A green seal flew out, swelling in the storm, turning into several feet in size, and attacking the black seal.
The two seals collided with each other, and a loud bang, like thunder.
The black seal flew up with a "swoosh" sound and disappeared into the void in an instant.
"The turtle of the sacred clan, get out for the ancestor!"
The seven-night python put away the blue seal and shouted violently.
"Wow" sounded softly, a handsome man appeared in the air, holding a black seal in his hand, looking down at the Qiye Python. It was Yuan Hao, the young master of the Celestial Clan, but at this time, Yuan Hao had a breath on his body
The mighty force people, they have already broken through the bottleneck and have truly entered the realm of adulthood.
"Old demon, you destroyed my palace, I haven't settled the score with you yet."
Yuan Hao said coldly.
"Junior, just your mere Holy Spirit bloodline, dare to make up the word "subject"?"
Qiye Python sneered, extremely disdainful.
Yuan Hao sneered: "I know you are born with a holy spirit, but your deity has long been completely killed by Wuji Heavenly Lord in the upper realm. Now it is just the lower realm of the Yuanshen, who is as anxious as a dog that is strayed from a family, and as busy as a fish that is missing the net.
I have saved some of my soul and I can only deceive me in the lower realm. It is really cold to be born to the Holy Spirit to do what you are like!"
"Junior, you're looking for death!"
Qiye Python was furious and roared like thunder. When the sleeves of the robe shook, a bright blood line shot out suddenly, slashing towards Yuan Haofei in the air.
A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Yuan Hao's mouth, and he chuckled twice, and he stood there like this, without dodging or avoiding it. He ignored Qiye Python's invincible blood sword. Seeing that the blood sword was about to slash in front of him, he only
Feeling a twist like water rays, Yuan Hao, who was originally not far away, suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The Qiye Python has been transferred to another place.
A biting cold came to my face, and even the blood-lighted young man, the fortune-telling, shivered slightly.
Wherever you see, the earth is white and clean.
The heavy snow in the sky was accompanied by the howling cold wind.
A world of ice and snow.
In the heavy snow not far away, a woman in white stood alone with a pretty face. She stood in the heavy snow like this, as if she had merged with the snow and ice all over the sky.
"It's interesting."
Qiye Python stopped, stared at the woman in white, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
"I didn't expect that in such a low-level interface, there are people who can cultivate the ice and snow magic power to this level. It's quite good. Little girl, are you descendants of the Van tribe or the human tribe?"
The aura of the woman in white was indeed a bit strange, and even the Qiye Python couldn't tell the difference.
The woman in white looked at him with a faint look and ignored Qiye Python's words. She had no intention of answering him at all, but slowly shed a narrow and long soft sword, pointing obliquely to the ground.
"Why, I want to fight me alone?"
Qiye Python couldn't help but be stunned, then burst into laughter, shaking his head while laughing.
"Little girl, it seems that you are not old and can cultivate to this level. It's a talent. But your brain is a bit unhealthy..."
The woman in white frowned slightly, obviously not happy with Qiye Python's words, but she still said nothing. Lianbu Shanshan quietly walked towards Qiye Python.
"Okay, since you don't know how to cherish, I will fulfill you!"
The seven-night python was furious.
Once upon a time, someone dared to be so arrogant in front of him?
"Swish"
Qiye Python also unveiled the invincible blood sword. However, now in his hand, it is obvious that he plans to fight with her according to the model of a woman in white. As a natural holy spirit, Qiye Python does not allow anyone to be better than him.
Be arrogant!
However, he really didn't know that Xin Lin had such a personality. When she was with Xiao Fan, she didn't say much, let alone faced him, a life-and-death enemy.
Xin Lin was still so slow and came slowly.
Just when the Qiye Python was a little impatient, a dazzling cold light broke through the void with a "swish".
At this moment, Xin Lin, who was dressed in white and dressed in white, was gone, and only a sword slashed. The murderous intent seemed to be colder than Qihan around her.
"Hmph, close fight!"
Qiye Python snorted coldly, without dodging or avoiding, waved the blood sword in his hand and met.
The two swords intersected, and immediately made a crisp sound similar to the sound of gold and iron. The sharpness of the blood sword was unparalleled. The soft sword in Xin Lin's hand immediately broke into two, and the sword tip was about a foot long, flying out.
The sky burst into pieces and turned into white mist, instantly melting with the wind and snow all over the sky.
Xin Lin was unmoved at all, waved her white wrist and used the "Flying Feather Sequence Slash" continuously.
At the moment it was cut off, the soft sword grew a sword tip again at a dazzling speed, as if it had never broken at all.
The essence of ice and snow turned into a sharp sword, which can actually be soft.
The sound of "buzzing" is endless. Feiyu's series of seven-minded swords are as fast as a sword, connected front and back, almost forming a sword net, covering the Qiye Python. But the Qiye Python is really unambiguous, regardless of Xin Lin
How amazing is the soft sword and how magical the tricks are, every sword is handed out, the blood sword can accurately fight it, cutting the Ice and Snow Sword into two pieces.
"You are far from fighting in close combat. Xiao Wuji liked to use this kind of fighting style back then!"
Under the sword light, Qiye Python sneered repeatedly.
Xin Lin still didn't speak, and the more she beat her, the faster she got!
The seven-night python was not showing any weakness, and the more they fought, they were getting faster and faster. However, one time, when he lifted the blood sword, he suddenly felt that the rotation was a little inflexible. Before he knew it, the ice and snow spirit had already spread around him.
The void was slowly frozen, and Qihan had already penetrated deep into his bone marrow.
For the first time, his blood sword failed to meet the target. He was a little slower. The soft sword passed by the blood sword, and with a "sneer", leaving a wound on his shoulder.
However, the wound did not bloom with flesh, nor did it splash blood. While it was split, the biting cold had completely sealed the wound.
After a moment, another "sneer" sound was heard, and another scar on Qiye Python.
As the scars increased one after another, the biting cold also penetrated into the meridians and bones of the Qiye Python little by little.
"Little girl, you're cheating. This is not how you play close-killing!"
"I've lost patience!"
Finally, Qiye Python shouted loudly.
Under the endless sword light, a powerful aura soared into the sky, and the Seven Night Python finally exploded completely.
The white shadow flashed, and Xin Lin suddenly flew into the distance like a white lightning, without any intention of confronting him head-on.
At this moment, three figures of human beings flashed out in the void, and three equally powerful forces suppressed them head-on.
There was a loud bang, and the King of the Vulcan was filled with awesome spirit. Yuan Hao sacrificed the King of the Vulcan seal!
This seal is the treasure of the palace-stopping palace of the Lion Palace. It is the first generation of natural holy spirit Qingliu who personally sacrificed and refined the magical powers of his natal life, leaving it to his descendants. It contains the extremely rich Lion Palace's holy spirit aura.
The power is unparalleled. Even if you are the Qiye Python here, you dare not underestimate it.
On the side of the black seal, there is a golden light shining!
The sound of breaking through the air is extremely dull.
A huge golden demon-subduing pestle hit the ground in front of her head.
The god of heaven proselytizes the Buddha's name and is solemn in treasure.
The low voice of the Buddha's chant echoes constantly in the snow and ice.
The one who came from the right side of the Qiye Python and approached Xin Lin’s previous location was Xiao Fan.
The dragon and elephant are heavy hands, and the wind and thunder are turbulent!
The Qiye Python exploded with all its strength and collided with Xiao Fan and the other three.
There was a loud bang!
Ice and snow are flying.
A huge deep pit was smashed out in the snow and ice, and the majestic and arrogant seven-night python was directly smashed into the deep pit.
Xiao Fan, Xin Lin, Tian Jue Shen Ni, and Yuan Hao lined up in all directions, looking down at the blood-light boy in the deep pit. Xin Lin and Tian Jue Shen Ni were expressionless, just like masters and apprentices.
The lineage is passed down, and there is no way to tell what they are thinking deep in their hearts. Xiao Fan and Yuan Hao's mouths are slightly raised, with a sarcastic smile.
As soon as he fell out of the space channel, he was hit hard one after another. Even though Qiye Python was so good, his qi and blood were surging at that moment. His true energy and magic power were almost unable to be mobilized, and his chest was in pain, which obviously had been injured and even more.
These little thieves have a very tricky grasp of the timing and will never give him a chance to breathe.
"Xiao Fan, you are really far behind your ancestors!"
Standing at the bottom of the deep pit, Qiye Python gritted his teeth and burst out from his mouth word by word.
"Although Xiao Wuji was not a person back then, at least he was still open and honest in the fight with others. When he came to you, he was full of tricks and various tricks. Your surname is Xiao, and his generation is worse than the other."
Xiao Fan smiled, shook his head slightly while laughing, and said slowly: "You don't need to use provocation. If you look at it in detail, you are the real cheating. You shouldn't appear in our Nanzhou Continent at all.
It is a natural Holy Spirit, and you must always have a certain Holy Spirit's aura. No matter what you win or lose, it is all about you in the upper realm. With the power of the Holy Spirit, you come to the inferior interface to do evil, and you are still embarrassed to accuse us?"
"shameless!"
Yuan Hao then spat heavily.
"The shameless thing is nothing more than that!" (To be continued)