The fire dragon stagnated in the sky for a moment, and under the aura of the other party's intimidation of heaven and earth, the fire dragon covered with Dao talismans was shocked for a moment However, just a moment later, the fire dragon pounced on the Ghost King with the momentum of burning the heavens and the earth.
And the man, who was called the Ghost King, stretched out his long, muscular hands.
Grab the dragon's upper jaw with one hand and press the other hand on the giant tooth of the dragon's lower jaw.
The massive fangs pierced his palm in an instant.
A stream of dark red plasma burst out, scorching dry in the blink of an eye.
The Ghost King's mouth let out a burst of ho-ho sounds that did not resemble humans, which were particularly terrifying in the silent night sky.
The fire dragon's massive body swayed forward, pushing the Ghost King into the air.
Two beings beyond human beings compete in the sky, sometimes hovering and sometimes wandering in the forest.
Everywhere you go, there is scorched earth.
The fire dragon tried its best but could not devour the ghost king, and vice versa.
Chen Yunsheng frowned, the other party's powerful means disrupted his plan.
If this fight continues, it is very likely to attract more monks who are willing to help the Red Sleeves.
After all, the other party is the maker of the dark world order.
He decisively withdrew his twin swords and ordered the eight guards to surround him.
The eight guards each held their blades, and the ghosts and gods stood around Chen Yunsheng, not in the slightest moved by the battle of gods and demons in the sky.
Chen Yunsheng's fingers began to seal lightly, fast and precise, every time he clasped his hand, every time he clicked, he was impeccable.
A faint glow formed on his chest.
It's like a miniature universe filled with blue dots of light.
As his fingering quickened, the light mass rapidly grew larger and rose into midair.
Chen Yunsheng felt the spiritual yuan in his body flow down his two arms to his fingertips, and then transformed the energy of the huge light cluster, diffusing it.
Gradually, a faint light spread throughout the peach forest, and a pure wood aura made people's minds clear.
The monks of the Tianxiang Pavilion who were hidden in the shadows had to breathe a sigh of relief, they thought that their helper had come, after all, the opponent would not release such a tranquil wood aura for them to recover for no reason.
Chen Yunsheng lowered his head gloomily, and the awe of death lingered in his heart.
He knew that in a few moments, these so-called opponents would all die.
In the distance, a white light suddenly flashed in the lighted pavilion, and a figure stood quietly at the top of the attic.
"Immediately withdraw from the peach forest, the other party is casting a spell" Situ Lang issued a warning to the guards of the red sleeves, and only he could feel a trace of sharp golden aura hidden in the opponent's pure wood aura.
This golden spirit silk exudes the smell of death.
But it's all over.
This spell was epiphany in Chen Yunsheng's phantom dust space, and it was not used for the first time in actual combat until the Jindan period.
This method consumes too much spirit yuan, and it will consume almost half of his spirit yuan every time.
This spell has an elegant name, Falling Ying Sword Rain.
But its meat grinder-like nature is far from the name.
When the first red-sleeved guard noticed a pink petal falling from the sky, he felt a little surprised, at this time, even the peaches were ripe and falling, where were the peach blossoms He knew the horror of this beautiful petal when the light petal separated his throat.
There was silence all around, except for the rustle of petals cutting peach branches, and no one shouted, because their throats had been separated when they wanted to roar.
Without the assistance of the vocal cords, it is natural to not be able to make a sound.
The petals are like rain, and there is no way to avoid them.
Even the toughest armor was weakened by the endless rain of petals.
The peach grove was flattened layer by layer, like hair under a razor.
With the death of the peach forest, there is also the group of red-sleeved guards who don't even have names.
Before tonight, they seemed to have a vision for tomorrow.
Whether or not this longing is based on the pain of others, after tonight, there is a group of confused figures by the River Styx.
Jin Furong grabbed Yi Xiaoyun's hand tightly, two women who were about the same age but had different temperaments were in the same mood at this time.
Perhaps out of the unique compassion of women, the two turned around and did not look ahead, in their hearts, there was a trace of blood red behind Chen Yunsheng's image.
Chen Yunsheng lowered his head and let the last trace of light on his fingertips dim.
From the monk's point of view, this is a gorgeous spell casting.
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Whether it was the control of the spirit element, the accuracy of the casting of the spell, and the spirit root required for the spells in the two golden trees, Chen Yunsheng did it impeccably.
But as the winner of this battle, he did not have a trace of excitement.
"You, you murderous madmen.
How could such a spell come from the hand of a Jindan monk?"
Ren Da looked at Chen Yunsheng in the distance with blood-red eyes.
She escaped from this catastrophe because she used a simple teleportation circle.
But her husband, Chang Wei, was not so lucky, and before he could recover from the surprise of discovering the pure wood aura around him, his limbs were cut open along with his head.
Ren Da flew backwards regardless of it, the Jindan monk on the other side was simply a monster, and her confidence had long been shattered.
Being able to survive is her greatest wish at the moment.
As her body passed the highest attic of Tim Xiang Pavilion, her body suddenly stiffened, and a white palm print was imprinted on her chest.
The corpse fell straight into the stream of the Tim Xiang Pavilion, splashing a splash.
"The spirit stone with red sleeves is not so easy to take, even if it is a guest secretary, he should fulfill the responsibility of a guest secretary."
Situ Lang looked coldly at the corpse at his feet.
Chen Yunsheng took a storage ring from Chang Wei's corpse, eliminated the remaining divine thoughts inside, and took out a small box covered with gold thread patterns.
When he opened the box, he saw that it was densely covered with a layer of tiny gold needles.
When he started with Chang Wei just now, he fully appreciated the sharpness of this magic weapon.
Closing the box, Chen Yunsheng came to Jin Furong and said softly: "You are Xue Li's friend, you can only be regarded as my junior in terms of seniority, I hope you don't mind."
This magic weapon is not small, suitable for women to use for self-defense, give it to you. ” At this time, Chen Yunsheng seemed to have suddenly returned to the time when he first ascended to Lingyun Peak, when the Seven Swords of the Heavenly Dome all took out gifts for him, making him feel at home.
At this time, it was his turn to give gifts to his juniors, and when he thought of this, his eyes were a little moist.
Although the gentleness shown by the murderous man is extraordinarily powerful, what touches Jin Furong the most is not these, but the recognition of Xue Li's elders.
This recognition is the most precious gift for her.
Looking at Xue Li, Jin Furong happily took the Heavenly Maiden needle and said softly, "Uncle Xie." ” The survivor of this battle is Yu Wenchuan, whose natural vigilance helped him survive at the last moment.
As soon as those pure wood aura was released, he flew into the air with a light of escape.
When the peach forest was flattened, he realized how wise his decision was.
I didn't rejoice in the caution I had just had.
If he had been half a minute late, he would have died.
Looking at the ghost king and fire dragon who were still fighting fiercely in the sky, Yu Wenchuan's heart began to be entangled.
He has never lost faith in Red Sleeves, and the same applies to Situ Lang.
But at this time, he vaguely felt that even if Situ Lang was full of firepower, he would not be able to stop these strange monks.
He even suspected that Red Sleeves had offended that famous family in the immortal cultivation world, and the other party had already laid a net of heaven and earth and was ready to make a big deal in the East China Sea.
Thinking of this, he felt a chill run down his back.
At this time, the Ghost King finally defeated the fire dragon completely.
The dragon was torn in half, and two bodies fell from the sky.
As it fell, it became dim, and finally turned into a cloud of ashes and disappeared into the night sky.
"Although the fire predicted by Situ Lang appeared, it did not burn out the Tianxiang Pavilion, and it seems that his prediction was not accurate."
Seeing that the ghost king won, Yu Wenchuan regained some confidence.
"If Red Sleeves wins this battle, then my status will become even higher, and I will be second only to Situ Lang in Tim Xiang Pavilion."
With such an idea, Yu Wenchuan simply held two spirit runes in his hand, ready to launch a further attack.
Chen Yunsheng looked at the ghost king slowly falling in the sky.
His body was covered with burn marks, and he had two deep wounds on his chest, which seemed to be not lightly injured.
Xue Li, who was beside him, suddenly rushed forward, Chen Yunsheng hurriedly grabbed him from behind, and shouted in a low voice: "What are you going to do?"
"Kill that ghost."
Xue Li lost his balance a little due to his rapid progress, stumbled twice, and finally stood still.
"I don't need you, a fire dragon technique is already your limit, go down and rest."
"But, you've just cast a spell" "Don't worry.
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I have the means.
Chen Yunsheng's calm gaze soothed Xue Li's manic heart.
The huge body of the Ghost King walked towards Chen Yunsheng step by step, his huge feet stepping on the ground, emitting bursts of drum-like vibrations.
Facing a mountain-like opponent, Chen Yunsheng raised his head slightly and stared at the terrifying grimace.
"Where did you come from, and where did you go back?
You won't get any more damage. ” Chen Yunsheng pulled out his double knives, and the electric light on the knife body flickered.
The ghost king looked at the small figure in front of him with a pair of dark eyes, and his eyes were facing each other, and it was really difficult for the two beings living in different worlds to find any resonance point.
The other party's words made him feel incredulous, and he frowned, and the ghost king said contemptuously: "In the land of eternal night, there is no humility and nobility between all beings.
If I am asked to leave, I must be stronger.
Do you have it?"
The corners of his mouth curled slightly, with a slight smile.
"Dismemberment."
The two words came out of Chen Yunsheng's mouth lightly, but for the eight Canglan Guards, they were extremely heavy.
They disappear in one breath and appear again in another.
Eight blades of different forms shot at the Ghost King, with no gaps, no blanks, only naked strength and speed.
Chen Yunsheng rushed to the front.
After nearly ten years of immersion, the body is extremely flexible.
Tianxuan's domineering and extremely explosive body made his speed even faster than Kaishan.
The two knives emitted a two-zhang long electric glow, hissing and stabbing at the head of the ghost king.
The Ghost King swung his huge fist and hit Chen Yunsheng who was flying towards him.
At the same time, the body crashes into the broken stream of the charged attack on the side.
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