Zhuge Buliang was overwhelmed by the art of killing. The sky that had been torn apart by the murderous intention, and even the mountains and river fans were shattered by this terrifying murderous intention. The strong golden light submerged the entire void, making Zhuge Buliang's figure dazzling.
It has been completely buried.
Everyone in the Yaohai sect showed signs of despair. Yin Mengli clenched her fists tightly, her breathing became rapid, and two lines of clear tears streaked down her fair skin.
"It's over, there is no hope anymore..." Yue Zhongtian sighed decadently.
The Holy Maiden of Tianchi has a graceful and graceful body. She turned to look at the people of the Yaohai sect and said: "If you still have time to choose now, as long as you submit to Tianchi, you can avoid death."
Everyone in the Yaohai sect was in danger for a while, with a look of reluctance on their faces.
"No one can save you." The Holy Maiden of Tianchi said.
More than a dozen disciples of the Yaohai Sect walked towards Tianchi's subordinates. When faced with life or death, they chose life without hesitation. Yue Zhongtian just sighed and did not mean to blame. This is common sense.
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"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
At this moment, a dull sound came, like a drum beating in the sky, and the void trembled.
In the void, Zhuge Buliang, covered in blood, walked out. He walked in the void. Before he took a step, the void would ripple. Around his body, a faint black shadow enveloped him and protected him.
A black crow hovered above Zhuge Buliang's head, its crow sounded like the sound of death.
"What! He's not dead yet!" "This... this terrifying killing array can't kill him. Is he really a monster?"
All the people from all forces changed their colors, as if they had seen a monster. The killing technique just now was enough to kill the masters at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and no one could survive it.
But now, Zhuge Buliang miraculously emerged from death.
"The secret of ancient martial arts, he really knows this kind of secret technique!" A master of the God Transformation stage from Tianchi muttered, staring at the black crow above Zhuge Buliang's head, his brows furrowed together.
Zhuge Buliang was covered in blood and landed hard. Then he sat down cross-legged, holding strange marks with his hands, and his whole person fell into silence.
"What is he doing? Is he trying to..."
"This is a sign of a breakthrough. He actually chose to advance in cultivation at this moment."
Everyone was surprised. After a fight, Zhuge Buliang was about to enter the Nascent Soul stage.
At this moment, Zhuge Buliang was covered in blood, but his whole person fell into an ethereal state, and everything in the outside world seemed to be isolated.
"We must not let him break through successfully, otherwise it will be more difficult for us to subdue him." Tianchi Saint said, walking towards Zhuge Buliang.
Jian Piao's red eyes also flashed with fierce murderous intent as he approached Zhuge Buliang.
Zhuge Buliang has fallen into a deep state of cultivation, and killing him now is simply a piece of cake.
"Squeak!"
A blue shadow quickly flew out of Zhuge Buliang's body, and the little sword spirit stopped in front of Zhuge Buliang, with a stubborn look on his young face.
"Sword Spirit!"
Everyone exclaimed.
"Little thing, get out of here!" Jian Piao's red tiger eyes widened, and the blood sword swept out a sword light.
"Squeak!" The little sword spirit's blue body was no bigger than a child. It opened its small mouth and spit out a sword light, melting away the bloody sword light.
The Saint of Tianchi was surrounded by fairy mist, and she swung her bare hand towards the little sword spirit.
The little sword spirit transformed into a flying sword, and with a flash of blue light, the flying sword had already stabbed in front of Jian Piaohong's body. The blood sword in Jian Piaohong's hand struck down and struck at the little sword spirit.
"Little thing, I'm going to break up your spirit body today!" The sword's red eyes flashed fiercely, and the bloody sword light strangled out.
The Tianchi Saint is extremely graceful, like the Lingbo Fairy, and dazzling light curtains descend from the sky and fall towards the little sword spirit.
"Squeak!"
The little sword spirit was extremely fast, teleporting to dozens of meters away in a blink of an eye. Sometimes he transformed into a child, sometimes into a flying sword, circling with the Holy Maiden of Tianchi and Jian Piaohong.
"puff!"
The little sword spirit sprayed out sword rays one after another. He looked like a small child, but he could compete with two masters in the Nascent Soul stage, which made everyone stunned.
"boom!"
The curtain fell, and the Holy Maiden of Tianchi bound the little sword spirit with a bright light curtain.
The little sword spirit whined strangely, and in an instant, its blue body erupted with thousands of sword lights. The sword energy was so powerful that it forced the Tianchi Saint and Jian Piaohong to retreat.
"The growth qualifications of this little sword spirit are too terrifying, but with his current strength, he can compete with the Saint of Tianchi."
Thousands of sword lights swept down, Jian Piaohong and the Holy Maiden of Tianchi couldn't help showing solemn expressions, no longer looking down on the little sword spirit.
The Holy Maiden of Tianchi came close, her arms spread wide, and the dazzling light shone like a giant net, covering the little sword spirit.
"scold!"
The bloody sword light flashed across, and the sword flashed red and stabbed out, striking the little sword spirit's body. Although the little sword spirit was a spirit body, this sword opened a gash in its small body, blue.
Wisps of essence floated out.
"Zhizhizhi!" The little sword spirit's big eyes were full of tears, looking pitiful, but he still stood in front of Zhuge Buliang, preventing the Tianchi Saint and Jian Piaohong from getting close.
"This little thing is obsessed with Zhuge Buliang. It is impossible to subdue it. The only way is to scatter its spirit body." The saint of Tianchi said, and fired a powerful spell into the air.
At the same time, Jian Piaohong also rose into the sky, and the blood of the two blood swords steamed. He seemed to have turned into a Shura, and the two blood swords crossed and cut down.
The little sword spirit whined. Faced with the overwhelming attacks, it actually took the initiative to face it, spraying sword light from its small mouth. But these attacks were not frightening at all under the full attack of the Tianchi Saint and Jian Piaohong.
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"puff!"
A large ray of magic light enveloped the little sword spirit.
The little sword spirit's body fell from mid-air, and its spirit body continued to overflow with wisps of essence. These essences were like human blood. The little guy's eyes were filled with tears, and his small body was already weak. He squatted on Zhuge Buliang's body.
forward.
"go!"
The Holy Maiden of Tianchi produced a wonderful crystal flower, which was like jade, dots of crystal, dazzling and dazzling.
"puff!"
The petals withered, but turned into terrifying energy fluctuations. The little sword spirit was blown away, its body became extremely weak, and its big eyes were filled with tears.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Many people could no longer stand it and sighed.
Jian Piaohong's eyes were red, and he could not tolerate mercy at this moment. If Zhuge Buliang broke through and woke up, it would be a disaster. Jian Piaohong stepped forward quickly, holding the blood sword and walking towards Zhuge Buliang.
"Squeak!"
The little sword spirit pounced forward again, blood appeared, and the little sword spirit flew upside down and fell to the ground.
"Woooooooo~~~" With a chilling sob, the little sword spirit struggled to get up.
"Little thing, do you want to die?" Jian Piaohong shouted coldly.
The little sword spirit struggled to crawl forward. His spirit body was so weak that it was about to disappear. He struggled to crawl towards Zhuge Buliang step by step.
"Little guy, don't go there, you will die~~" The female disciples of the Yaohai sect couldn't stand it. This little thing was so cute and pitiful.
"Woo!" The little sword spirit stubbornly stood in front of Zhuge Buliang again.
"I'm here to finish off this little thing!" said the Holy Maiden of Tianchi, flicking her jade-like fingers, and drew a dozen sharp edges towards the little sword spirit.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
...
More than a dozen sharp edges penetrated the little sword spirit. The little guy wailed and fell in front of Zhuge Buliang. It had no chance to move and could only sob silently.
The little sword spirit's body kept twitching, and he lay down in front of Zhuge Buliang, whimpering: "Wuwuwu~~~Liangliang~~~~"
Faintly, the little sword spirit's childish voice actually called out two words clearly. The light blue body slowly became fainter and even about to disappear. The childish little hand stretched out, trying to push Zhuge Bu.
Bright.
Zhuge Buliang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the color on his face changed erratically, sometimes red, sometimes purple, sometimes blue.
"His breakthrough is imminent, we can't wait any longer!" the Holy Maiden of Tianchi shouted, her slender jade fingers intertwined with mysterious handprints, and terrifying fluctuations emerged from her white jade fingers.
In an instant, the Holy Maiden of Tianchi burst out with thousands of rays of light, and a crescent-shaped sharp edge slashed out, tearing the void apart. Wherever she passed, the space collapsed, heading towards Zhuge Buliang.
The little sword spirit whimpered, but had no power to move. Many people had already closed their eyes, the outcome was decided...
At the critical moment, there is a rush for a spark.
At this moment, a white shadow stood in front of Zhuge Buliang. Yin Mengli had a determined look on her face, and a hint of sadness appeared on her beautiful face. She looked back at that silent face, as if everything in time had stopped at this moment. She
There was a hint of tenderness and poignancy in the eyes of that ancient well-man.
"Sister!"
"No!"
Many people in the Yaohai sect exclaimed, but it was too late. The crescent moon's sharp edge penetrated Yin Mengli, and the coquettish blood flowers dyed her clothes as red as snow.
"Plop!"
The delicate body lies in front of Zhuge Buliang, with blood staining the ground red. This is a poignant picture, and time seems to be frozen at this moment.
Beauty falls, beauty falls.
The entire audience was silent, and this scene deeply shocked everyone.
The Holy Maiden of Tianchi also stood there in astonishment, staring blankly at this scene.
Fallen Sky stood there with his hands behind his hands, feeling empty.