Xiong Chumo stood in front of the divine light, ruthlessly shaking the fire phoenix's throat, and a shrill roar echoed in the hot Taoist hall - the roar became more and more violent, more and more angry, and more and more painful.
Huo Feng struggled angrily!
Countless blazing light sludge peeled off its body and fell on the ground, igniting a passive sea of fire. The solemn sword intent was hidden in its body and constantly erupted!
Xiong Chumo's face suddenly turned pale, but his expression was still indifferent. His thin body, under the blessing of the powerful force, seemed as majestic as a god, and seemed so powerful.
Many people have never understood Xiong Chumo's power, such as Ye Hongyu. Since the title of the head of Xiling Temple cannot bring innate power to practitioners, where does his power come from? Why can this disgusting dwarf have five
The realm above the realm? Because he is a dog from Haotian?
Some people tried to answer, but those answers were all guesses. Xiong Chumo was still standing behind the light curtain, extremely powerful, strangling the throat of fate and fire phoenix, making people feel unfair and invincible.
Xiong Chumo's huge palm continued to move forward, and the night sky above Taoshan seemed to approach the ground with his movements, and an unimaginable huge force was shot down.
The fire phoenix screamed sadly, and the light feathers scattered everywhere. The peerless sword intent that shot out from its body could not resist the pressure of Yeqiu, and it shattered into countless pieces with a bang!
The sword intent was shattered by Xiong Chumo's palm! Countless fine sword intents shot and flew away, all of which fell on Ye Hongyu's body, and countless cracks appeared on the blood-red ruling robe, and there was a faint blood seep inside.
out.
This is the terrifying backlash.
Ye Hongyu's face was very pale, and the process of the loss and demise of stars deep in his eyes suddenly accelerated.
The blood-red right sleeve turned into nothingness before the power of the Apocalypse, revealing her jade-like wrist. The sword intent had been completely destroyed, but she still held the sword in her hand.
The black hair kept fluttering like a waterfall under the strong wind.
She looked at Xiong Chumo, her eyes were ruthless and heartless.
Her soul is burning. Her life is burning. The blood flowing out of countless wounds on her body is burning. She used the Xiling divine technique to burn all her flesh and spirit into holy divine brilliance.
She wants to hug Xiong Chumo nearby.
Unlike the humiliated hugs many years ago. Her hugs have no other meaning. They are not crazy. They are not cold, but just calm, calmly invite him to die.
Xiong Chumo looked at the burning Ye Hongyu. His pupils shrank slightly and felt the great horror hidden in it.
His body trembled, his face turned paler, and a thunderous shout burst out his lips!
"Fengtian Kill!"
He is the lord of the Xiling Temple, and his voice is thunder.
In Taoshan in the middle of the night, thunder sounded across the peaks and valleys, waking up the creatures hibernating deep in the earth and shocking the thick clouds in the night sky that no longer squeezed out snowflakes until they came to the divine kingdom deep in the night sky.
The night sky slowly crushed towards the ground.
The domineering and unstoppable power in the Temple of Judgment became clearer and more direct.
Xiong Chumo's palm finally broke the remaining sword intent of Ye Hongyu, fanned the holy flames, fell on her shoulders, and printed them down!
A muffled sound.
Ye Hongyu's right shoulder was completely broken, revealing her strong skin.
Her shoulders were still filled with a fresh fragrance in the blazing flames and terrifying power.
**'s shoulders are very attractive between holiness and horror.
Xiong Chumo's palm fell on this fragrant shoulder.
In an instant, he remembered a lot and recalled a lot. His eyes changed slightly, and his pupils became deeper. He was like beans and an oil lamp like beans, some faint, some satisfaction, some greed, and some sigh.
When her palm fell, she died.
Even if she is Ye Hongyu, she will definitely die if she is hit by Haotian's power.
The only thing that made Xiong Chumo a little puzzled was that her eyes were still so indifferent.
If you practice Taoism like being ignorant, can you really be so crazy that you ignore life and death?
The next moment, Xiong Chumo understood why Ye Hongyu was so calm.
Because she would not let his palm fall on his body so easily as before.
A wound burst out on her right shoulder, just like somewhere else on her body, dripping blood, and the robes of the judging were four rippled. However, under the blood, deep in the wound, there was a golden thread shining.
This golden thread, these golden threads, are the biggest difference between her and ordinary practitioners - countless strong people in the world of cultivation, she and Ning Que are real aliens, they are truly cruel people.
She was so crazy about practicing Taoism that she was crazy. She was not so crazy that she ignored life and death, but she was so crazy that she turned her body into a sword, which was her real Taoist sword.
The robe of the judgment was cracked.
The scabbard is cracked.
She, this sword, was officially unsheathed.
The golden thread bounced up beautifully, flew gracefully, and gently came to Xiong Chumo's palm.
Compared with the giant palm, the golden thread is even softer than the thinnest barnyard grass in autumn.
But that was her natal life, which was even tougher than the sharpest sword, and it was unbreakable and unstoppable.
With a sniff, Xiong Chumo was about to touch her index finger, and a thin red line appeared. Blood overflowed from the line, and instantly saw the bones shrouded and then broke.
Xiong Chumo's index finger fell down to the branches like ripe fruits.
Xiong Chumo's face turned extremely pale, and endless pain surged deep in his pupils.
Endless anger emerged on his thin face.
Then, all of the moments were settled into peace.
He had no expression on his face and his palm continued to press down.
Even if his five fingers were broken and his palms fell to his wrist, he would slap Ye Hongyu to death!
Because this is the best opportunity.
However, Ye Hongyu could not give him another chance.
Ye Hongyu closed her eyes.
Immediately afterwards, she restrained all her sword intent.
The broken robe of Judgment was rolled up like a dead leaf, wrapping around her body.
A trace of sword intent will no longer be released.
Even vitality no longer exists.
A moment ago, she was still like a sword. At this moment, she became an ignorant and ignorant stone.
Just like the moss-covered stones at the bottom of Ming Lake outside the mountain gate of the Demon Sect.
There were two sword marks carved on those stubborn stones.
More years ago, those sword marks were left by Ke Haoran.
Later, some new sword marks were left by her.
Now, she turned herself into those stones, and the wounds on her body were like sword marks.
What does she want to do?
There is no time to think, and there is no time to analyze.
Xiong Chumo's palm finally fell completely on her shoulders.
There was a loud noise, her shoulder bones were broken and blood was storming.
Xiong Chumo was puzzled, **hai was puzzled, and she was puzzled. Why would she rather be seriously injured than to bear this blow.
At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist at the other end of the temple looked up.
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She was like a real stone, knocked away by the force from the sky.
Strength determines speed.
She endured unbearable strength and had an unimaginable speed.
Except for the infinite distance, there has never been such a fast speed in the world.
She flew through the Temple of Judgment, and the broken robe of Judgment brought out shadows, rubbing violently with the air, and even began to burn, and the stubborn stone turned into a meteorite, dragging out the fire tail.
Or, this is another form of fire phoenix.
Since entering the Temple of Judgment, the middle-aged Taoist kept his head down and silent.
Until this moment, he finally raised his head.
He looked up at the divine ocean in the hall, looked at the figure between the light and shadow, the meteorite hitting him, the silent and solemn fire phoenix, and figured out what she was going to do.
Ye Hongyu’s goal was him from the beginning.
It's not **hai, nor Xiong Chumo, it's him.
Comparing with the magical arts of ** Sea is just a warm-up.
Taking over Xiong Chumo's apocalypse is just an acceleration.
For Ye Hongyu, the two powerful men's full-scale attacks were just taking advantage of the situation.
She was not hesitant to be seriously injured, but also wanted to adjust her state to the strongest and most violent moment.
Why? Just to kill yourself?
Ye Hongyu came too quickly, and the middle-aged Taoist just looked up and she arrived.
Fire Phoenix Dao Palace, Meteorites arrived in the world.
Even if the audience is present, it cannot be avoided.
The middle-aged Taoist found that the viewer was still himself and still underestimated Ye Hongyu's ability.
The young priest of the judging god is really a genius who knows everything. Her magical skills are better than the sea of **. She actually cultivated her body into a natal Taoist sword, and she finally turned herself into a stubborn stone.
It is also the legendary meaning of formation that the great master of light learned a thousand years ago!
In today's world, only the Queen of the Great River Kingdom is the only one who knows the intention of building a building. Where did she learn it from? The middle-aged Taoist cannot figure it out, but he must catch the other person.
Otherwise, the fire phoenix will fly out of the Temple of Judgment, break through Taoshan, and gain true freedom.
This is something that Taoist sect absolutely does not allow.
The middle-aged Taoist stretched out his right hand and pointed it out with a point, and his movements were very slow.
The fire phoenix came so quickly that there was no one coming before.
His movements were so slow, but he was ahead of the Fire Phoenix.
His expression was solemn and his fingers were extremely heavy.
Know it, guard it, and make the world's stream.
Knowing that one can observe the unique skills of the world is the god of the stream.
The middle-aged Taoist Tianxiaxi Shen Finger is a level higher than the Tangerine Pipi back then.
Once pointed out, the world is peaceful!
The burning radius of Haotian in the Temple of Judgment was like being frozen in flames, no longer shaking!
The remnant of the power from the sky seemed to feel the meaning between the fingers and calmed down!
The fire phoenix's flame tail was instantly restrained!
The violent meteorite suddenly revealed its true face. How could those mosses hurt people?
The middle-aged Taoist used his most powerful means.
He came in light and pointed out with one point.
The fire phoenix roared, a little desperate.
Ye Hongyu's expression was still so indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.
She held the sword, and then, she set out the sword.
The fire phoenix light feathers scattered everywhere, and she ignored them at all.
The energy in the hall was filled with energy, and the strong wind swept through, and the fire phoenix suddenly dissipated, leaving only her body.
She stabbed the middle-aged Taoist with a sword.
A very ordinary sword, but it is the most powerful sword.
Like heavy peels in an arrow, like a rock falling into a secluded pool.
With a sound, there is an echo, and every thought is heard.
The middle-aged Taoist's fingers and her sword finally met in the air.
The wind suddenly blew, the dust gradually fell, and the Temple of Judgment immediately returned to tranquility.
Several golden threads burst out from the body of the Yehongyu and then fell, like real dead leaves.
She held the Void Sword, stood in front of the middle-aged Taoist without expression, half-scattered in her throne, rolled down to her waist, revealing her upper body, and blood flowed from the perfect curves.
At this time, she was covered in blood and stood half naked, as if she was embarrassed, but in fact she was extremely beautiful.
It is a kind of sacred beauty, holy beauty, pure beauty.
But this beauty is very tempting.
Tempting and sacred are actually not in conflict, at least at this moment.
Blood flowed from her body, fell to her feet, and flowed into the gaps in the stone slab.
The gaps gradually filled with blood and then began to shine, like lines.
In the sea of blood, there is light fluttering, and when the light rises, it is a cage.
The expression of the middle-aged Taoist finally changed because he was in the middle of the cage.
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(It seems that I can write more tomorrow, right? I feel that my state is recovering quickly, haha... By the way, Ye Hongyu's upper body is covered in blood. You can refer to some oil paintings. Of course, it should be replaced by oriental women.
To make a movie, it should be very good.) (To be continued...)