As Chongguang's blood and energy penetrated into the withering sword.
The flowing light of the years also suddenly expanded dozens of times. In this world river, it turned into a vast tide, and rushed to the place where the dragon shadow stood, rushing toward the place where it stood.
In the heavy light, Xuanxuzi took out a small bell casually and flew in the air, covering the sky, locking all the time around.
"The law of time, withering, Dingyu Bell, so that's it!"
Seeing this scene, the autumn scenery was slightly raised at the corners of the lips, revealing a little clarity.
Since they are these two things, then this old man Longying, the former swordsman, really has no chance of life.
Opposite him, Feng Yunzi of Daoling Sect smiled lightly, his eyes shining coldly.
Since I knew that Long Ying would be here in person, how could this spiritual realm have no way to deal with it?
Times, withering, have taken great pains to do, I am really willing to spend money-
A sword with the Withering Sword, and Chong Xuan was seriously injured, he exuded all his energy potential and drove the years out. But he didn't know how this dragon shadow would deal with it?
This man is a sect master, and his swordsmanship is also extremely powerful. He was able to create a tenth-level holy spirit-level peerless sword technique like the Nine Nine Dragon Shadow Sword, which shows his high talent.
It’s just a pity that this person has been at the level of the holy realm for thousands of years. He has only been alive for thirty years. Under the invasion of the law of this time, even if his swordsmanship is outstanding and his supernatural powers are invincible, he will be helpless.
This time, I am afraid that I will most likely die here.
More minds are already paying attention to the cloud world.
As long as the dragon shadow dies, then this sect will be the time when the old man Potian pays his life.
The beautiful skeleton demon of the Yuanshi Demon Sect was smiling satisfied and full of interest.
The demise of the holy realm is a scene that is rare in a thousand years.
The bloody clothes next to him licked the corners of his lips again, his eyes showing bloodthirsty.
Looking at the dragon shadow, it was like looking at food.
Among all the people, Wenxu's expression was so complicated. The eyes that valued Guang actually contained a faint sense of regret and compassion.
But Ao Kun was also laughing, his laughter was extremely strange.
Everyone didn't know the meaning, but they just felt that it was inexplicable. But in just a moment, everyone's attention returned to Long Ying.
Even the river of time has already rushed to the front of me and the shadow of the dragon has not changed much.
He just smiled silently and then stretched out his right hand.
In the blink of an eye, there were bursts of spiritual energy bursts. The river of time was actually surrounded by a force. It was completely confined to one place. Returning to its original origin, most of it turned into spiritual energy.
The Yuanli dissipates.
And those metal fragments suddenly gathered and reconstructed. In just a moment, they were a long sword, now in Long Ying's hand.
It was the appearance of the white sword that was previously unremarkable and had no changes at all. The sword body was smooth and shining with luster. It was impossible to see that the sword had exploded before-
"What a withering sword!"
Long Ying held the sword in her hand and watched it carefully. She sighed and then asked curiously: "Is this made by Wuxu? It's probably the Qingxuan Taoist Lord, who can be refined by himself?"
But this sentence was asked, but no one answered. The entire river of boundaries was silent as if dead.
Everyone here, including the heavy light that slashed out this sword, looked at the scene in a daze.
Almost all the same thoughts in my mind.
How could this be?
This sword of time, the full force attack after the true energy of the Holy Realm exploded. How could this old man Longying easily take it?
The withering sword, which had obviously been shattered, reunited and refined in the blink of an eye, still looked as intact as before. It was not damaged at all. What is this joke?
After a while of silence, the Chongguang suddenly realized something, and his intuition was a bitter mouth and his voice was dry, asking: "Is the Holy Lord already the ultimate state?"
"you say?"
The old man Longying smiled, and a tide of spiritual energy surged back again, poured into the withered sword, with a faint expression on his face: "My Lord Qingxuan and I were originally somewhat incense-like, so it should be said that we should be harmonious.
It's the best. But that person, since he must shout and fight and kill to my disciple every day, using all kinds of methods. If my dragon shadow doesn't respond, others will probably laugh at me as incompetent! Time flies
, Ha! Are you trying to take my husband's life? Is this a matter of not enough life? I must not ignore it—"
After only a moment of contemplation, I made a decision: "This way! If you kill me today, I will return it to you as it is. If you can take it, you can spare me. Otherwise, others will say that I, Longying, bullying the small,
Unreasonable!”
The voice was gentle, but the few people here listened, but their heads were covered in cold sweat.
The pressure of the practitioner at the highest realm was almost at the source of the world, and gradually spread here and filled the boundary river.
This makes everyone here unable to breathe.
And the heavy light faded away the blood on his face.
Follow the sword at the realm? He has a heavy light, but he does not have the sword magical powers of the original Long Ying—
Hua Yun also had a pale face and his heart fell to the bottom.
He opened his mouth to speak, but he was unable to say anything in the end. Knowing that at this moment, even if he pleaded with mercy, it would be useless.
The few of them were determined to kill the old man Longying.
Isn't it ridiculous to want this person to show mercy to their subordinates at this time? It's like a foolish dream-
The majesty of the highest state can not allow light offenses?
But was it just like this that I saw Chongguang die? I wanted to stop him, but I saw Ao Kun's cold gaze on the other side, and suddenly my chest was cold, and I held Long Xuan's little hand like ice jade in his palm.
The heart is warm, but at this moment I feel uneasy and frightened, wanting to let go.
And in the next blink of an eye, Long Ying had already thrown out the withering sword with no clue, swinging the plain silver light, penetrated the void invisibly and materially. The light and shadow sprinkled towards the heavy light, eroding towards the heavy light.
The heavy light shrank and a roar. The whole person flew backward like a slingshot. The void in front of him was twisted, and ten talismans arranged in front of him.
The spiritual patterns on the talisman actually have a faint aura similar to the dragon shadow, approaching the source of the great way and the fundamentals of the universe.
It exploded suddenly, suffocating the plain white sword shadow. Then, the immortal weapons and spiritual objects were placed in front of him.
But they were all penetrated by the silver-white sword light, like a broken bamboo.
Finally, there was a slight sound of "ding", and the withering sword was finally stopped.
I saw that the sword body and the heavy shield that finally blocked the sword weapon were all shattered.
But everyone here didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. Then they saw the withering sword, which also turned into a river of time and continued to rush forward.
However, the power of the years of the Chongguang Commander was countless times stronger than before.
The heavy eyes were ashes, desperately resisting, but they still dispersed less than 10% of the gray and white aura.
Then the figure was fixed in the void again, looking at Long Ying with resentment and despair.
The blue Taoist dress was shattered in pieces.
Wenxu glanced at it, then sighed softly and shook his head slightly.
Knowing that this heavy light seemed to be unscathed at this moment, but his life span was completely destroyed.
At this time, the clothes were broken, and it was clearly the process of the decline of the five heavens and man.
The so-called five signs of decline are dirty clothes, fragile hair on the head, sweat under the armpits, smelly body, and unhappy.
When a practitioner reaches the holy realm, his body will be spotless and will not fall. His clothes are dirty because his strength is weak and he cannot protect his body.
This is within the boundary river, without dust, mud and dirt. However, because of the turbulent force of the void just now, the heavy light and the clothes are damaged.
This person is probably only half an hour to live now.
After nearly two thousand years of life, Long Ying was killed with a sword.
The power of the ultimate realm is so great!
Hua Yun Longxuan and Xuan Weizi were obviously known to the situation of Chongguang, and their faces were suddenly unstable and gloomy as water.
There is still silence in the boundary river.
But just a few breaths, Qiu Hua of Tailing Sect smiled and said, "Qiuhua congratulates the Dragon Shadow Saint Lord, who will enjoy immortality from now on and forever! Let me say that my Tailing Sect and the Holy Lord disciples,
In fact, there is no deep hatred. Qiu Hua thought about it carefully and it was indeed inappropriate. Why not just settle it? When Qiu Hua returns, I, Tailing Sect, will offer a great gift to celebrate the joy of the Saint's advancement!
”
This sentence came out, and the people around him looked over with different eyes.
Especially Hua Yun Longxuan, his eyes were even more angry and stared at him.
This person is really shameless!
Qiu Yun didn't care at all. After saying that, he looked at Long Ying's face again. Seeing that Long Ying was not displeased or said nothing, he felt relieved.
After giving another gift, Qiuyun directly tore open the void barrier and stepped inside.
He didn't want to leave this place for a moment.
As soon as this person left, the Yan Skull Demon also turned his eyes and did not dare to act pretentiously in front of Long Ying. He also said with a calm expression: "Yan Skull Demon has seen the Saint Lord! He was wrong in his words before, and he was offended.
Please don’t be surprised by the Holy Lord! My Yuanshi Shenzong and the Holy Lord’s legitimate disciple have some grudges. But if you think about it carefully, that matter is not irreparable. Luo Ming and Midra are even more provocative. It should be me.
The fault of the sect. If the beauty skull demon can survive today, my Yuanshi Demon Sect will definitely do my best to compensate for all the losses in Qiantian Mountain. There are also generous gifts to congratulate the holy emperor on the holy realm!"
Long Ying smiled and waved his hand casually. He was too lazy to bother with such people.
The beautiful skull immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Without hesitation, he flashed and flew into a spiritual river. The light and shadow flickered, which was a little faster than the speed when Qiu Yun left.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Yunzi was the only one left in the three divine realms. This person was also decisive and bowed to his head and bowed: "I wish the Saint to enjoy immortality! Today's affairs are because I am unclear about my views and are blinded by others.
I am respectful and proud, so that I, Feng Yunzi, can return safely. Then I will say that Ling Zong will be rewarded with great reward!"
This time, Long Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sharp light flashed slightly.
"According to your wishes, just forget it? The old man from the Putian Sect, who died in my bare hands—"
Feng Yunzi suddenly felt cold in his heart and sighed secretly. At this time, how could he care about this? Is he seeking death? {Piaotian Wenxue www.ptwxz.com Thanks to all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}