Chapter 1291 blood-stained robe powerless to return to the sky
Update time:2013-05-16
The white-robed ancestor wiped the blood splattered on his face. His pure white robe was now stained red by blood, making him completely lose his aura of dust. On the contrary, he had a more ferocious killing potential.
terror.
The white-robed ancestor didn't know how many male heroes died under his hands. He only knew that there were countless warriors in front of him that would never stop surging like a frenzy, endlessly. If they were just ordinary soldiers,
, the white-robed ancestor can always cope with it for a period of time by activating various energy channels, but these male warriors are like chicken blood. If you cut off all their hands, feet and feet, they will still have fighting power, and they will be like
Hunting dogs generally crawl forward with broken limbs, and are even more cunning and faster than running on two feet. They will suddenly jump out at any time and bite you hard, making people unable to guard against them. Beings like the white-robed ancestor have been destroyed.
It takes three or four bites, and the white-robed ancestor often has to slap his head to pieces before the other party can give up. Now there are still several teeth embedded in the white-robed ancestor's calf, and there is no time to remove them one by one.
Pull out.
The white-robed ancestor spit out a stream of blood mist for a long time. Originally, he and Tang Yi were fighting back to back with these possessed male warriors. I don't know when it started, but Tang Yi no longer knew where he was going.
Submerged in a sea of countless soldiers, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
However, there is a figure that the white-robed ancestor can always see. This guy, Nanhe Sword God, is even more possessed than those possessed Nanhe warriors. The long sword of the qi soldier in his hand is made longer by it.
It reached nine feet, and swung it, cutting off the soldiers one by one.
The white-robed ancestor vomited out a mouthful of blood foam that was in his mouth, and secretly scolded the male swordsman for his poor pretense.
In fact, the ancestor of the white robe was much more impressive than the Sword God Nanhe at the beginning. He could draw thousands of Qi Vein swords with one finger and shoot them everywhere. However, compared with a pure martial artist like the Sword God Nanhe, the ancestor of the white robe
After all, the ancestor's Xuanmen methods are not as durable as the martial arts cultivation. Now the white-robed ancestor can no longer attract the surrounding energy, and can only use the long sword in his hand to kill everywhere. This is the situation he despised the most in the past. With the sword
There is really no celestial spirit in hand-to-hand combat, and in the eyes of the white-robed ancestor, he is just like a mason.
The ancestor in white robe couldn't help but smile bitterly. While killing the extremely ferocious male warriors, he shuttled back and forth in this endless sea, looking for Tang Yi. The ancestor in white robe could only talk about the ancestor's blessing.
I hope Tang Yi is not so short-lived. I hope I can find this adopted son in time. At this time, the white-robed ancestor couldn't help but think of that cute little girl. If he lost his father so early, he didn't know if the little girl would blame him.
This old man failed to protect his father. The white-robed ancestor couldn't help but have a helpless smile on his lips.
The white-robed ancestor also wanted to know what happened to the fight between the two holy immortals. Unfortunately, in this crowd of people, he couldn't tell the direction, let alone watch the fight between the two.
The white-robed ancestor suppressed the sweet smell in his mouth and felt a wave of regret. He knew that two holy immortals were fighting to the death, but he couldn't watch from the side. It was really a great regret in life.
At this time, Nanhe Sword God has entered a mysterious realm. Originally, he could no longer swing the Qi weapon sword in his hand, and even the Qi in his body was empty and all was swayed away. But at a certain moment,
In an instant, the male sword god suddenly felt that the long sword in his hand was swinging more and more smoothly. Not only was he not tired, but the more he swung it, the stronger he became. It was as if his body was a treasure house from which he could draw endless ideas.
The power he wants is average, without end or limit. Nanhe Sword God really wants to be immersed in this state all the time, but Nanhe Sword God knows that this is probably his own reflection, and every sword strike at this time is consuming him.
Of course, his vitality is not endless, but no matter how it is consumed, as long as it is not exhausted, it will give people a feeling of being full and endless. Every time the male sword god wields a sword, it will not be exhausted.
He knows whether he still has the strength to swing the next sword, and it is precisely because of this that the male god of swordsmanship strives for perfection every time he swings his sword, and treats it as the last sword of his life. For a man who worships the sword,
For the existence of the Tao, the last cut in life is undoubtedly extremely important, just like the inscription on a tombstone, which is the final comment on his life.
It is precisely because of this that by wielding the last sword of his life again and again, the swordsmanship of the male hero sword god gradually increases with each sword swing, and each sword swing is an improvement compared to the last one.
This feeling makes Male He Sword God ecstatic. Death is nothing terrible for Male He Sword God. Although this is a small but real progress, Male He Sword God will never have it.
Find the feeling you have experienced.
In the mind of the male sword god, there is only one sentence, or three words - so cool!
In addition to them, there is another place where the murderous spirit is rising into the sky, which is even more tyrannical than the two places combined. The five hundred Changxiao soldiers here have abandoned their firearms and drawn out their long knives.
Fighting with the possessed soldiers all around.
Each of these soldiers who followed Chang Xiao from the illusory world to the present has a lot of cultivation. Although here they must rely on Chang Xiao's power to use their magical powers. Chang Xiao needs to cultivate the life-killing blood elixir.
It is impossible to give them any power at all, but their physiques are already very different from ordinary existences, especially their strength, which is even more terrifying.
If the nine-foot-long sword in the hands of the male He sword god is wielded with great majesty, then when these soldiers fight, it can be called a rampage. The five hundred soldiers split into formations, and each of the three soldiers formed a small team.
Each soldier is like a sharp blade, constantly killing the male soldiers who bump into him, and more than a hundred such sharp blades gather into a huge and extremely efficient meat grinder.
The soldiers who hit the ground continuously turned into minced meat, turning the ground red into a bloody mud.
Compared with the male he sword god, the lethality of these warriors is stronger and more pure, and they don't care whether the opponent is possessed at all, because as long as everything rushes into their attack range, everything will be cut into countless pieces.
There are not enough pieces, even if it is cut into pieces.
Among the waves of attacks and fighting, the weakest one is Tang Yi. Other existences can be called bright moons and full suns, but this Tang Yi can only be regarded as the reflection of the thin moon in the water.
At this time, he could no longer hold on any longer. He was overwhelmed by the various attacks coming from all directions. The most important thing was that his mind was not on killing people, or even on magical powers. Therefore, although his cultivation was progressing rapidly,
However, his combat experience is relatively pitiful. The more enemies around him, the more confused he becomes. At this time, his original cultivation level is only 60% to 70%, and the power consumed is one or two more than before.
After all, it means that his cultivation methods are 50% or 60% lower than normal. Under such circumstances, he has been able to endure until now and indeed lives up to his reputation as a genius. Of course, it must also be said that his luck is not declining.
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But good luck cannot always accompany a person. Ever since he and the white-robed ancestor were separated, his luck has been disappearing. At this time, he has been stabbed more than ten times, and his arms have been bitten off.
A piece of flesh and blood, the rest of the minor injuries can be ignored.
If the blood in the mouth of the white-robed ancestor is still unknown, then the blood that gurgling out of Tang Yi's mouth at this time can only be Tang Yi's own.
At this time, Tang Yi's temples were bulging high, his eyes were glowing with an unnatural blood red, and his face was as thin as gold paper. It was obvious that he had reached the point where the oil was exhausted. If he continued, it would not take more than a quarter of an hour.
, Tang Yi will definitely die suddenly.
In fact, the only thing supporting Tang Yi at this moment is his wife and daughter, and his body has long been empty. Tang Yi's bright red eyes are full of the figures of the mother and daughter, and he has to support them for the sake of them.
Go down, otherwise if he dies, who else in the world can show his heart to the mother and daughter?
Tang Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, and was hit hard by a long knife in the back. The sword in Tang Yi's hand drew an arc in the air, and stabbed hard into the chest of the soldier who had hit him, stabbing accurately.
Pierced his heart.
Tang Yi flicked the sword hard, and the sword made a long buzzing sound. It trembled back and forth three times, smashing the heart of the heroic soldier into minced meat, and even his chest was turned into a ball of mud. Tang Yi drew out the sword.
, blocked the sword and punch coming from the side, and had a big mouth. He raised his foot and stomped the mouth hard on the ground. He used force under his feet, like a firecracker exploding in a cesspool, and stomped on the head.
He was reduced to a pulp, and both of his eyeballs flew out.
Tang Yi suddenly lifted up his bloody foot, kicked it on a long sword, and kicked the long sword and its owner away three to five meters, knocking away the three male warriors behind him.
At this time, there was another sharp pain in Tang Yi's back. He had been hit in the back by a knife before. Although the guy with the knife had his heart broken by Tang Yi and seemed unable to die, his long knife was still embedded in Tang Yi's body.
On Yi's back, a male warrior punched the back of the sword hard, causing the knife wound that was already deep enough to be embedded in the bone. Tang Yi couldn't help but grin. Tang Yi wanted to do it again.
He used his hand sword to kill this damn guy with one strike. Unfortunately, when he saw that Tang Yi was seriously injured, the male warriors around him were all so excited that they clung to him like ants.