Nightfall

Xiong Chumo stood in front of Shenhui, mercilessly strangling the throat of the flaming phoenix, and the fierce roar echoed in the fiery Taoist Temple-the roar was getting louder, more angry, and more painful.

Fire Phoenix struggled angrily!

Countless white light flakes flake off its body, land on the ground, and ignite a passive sea of ​​fire. The murderous sword is hidden in its body and keeps bursting!

Xiong Chumo's face was suddenly pale, but his expression was still indifferent. The thin body, as blessed with that majestic power, seemed as majestic as a god, so powerful.

There are many people who still cannot understand Xiong Chumo's power, such as Ye Hongyu. Since the title of the Xiling Temple's palm teaches does not bring the innate strength of the practitioner, where does his power come from? How can this wretched and disgusting dwarf have the realm above the five realms? Just because he is a dog of Haotian?

Someone tried to make an answer, but those answers were all speculations. Xiong Chumo was still standing behind the vast light curtain and was extremely powerful, strangling destiny and the throat of the phoenix, making people feel unfairly invincible.

Xiong Chumo's giant palm continued to move forward, and the night vault above Taoshan, as he moved, seemed to be close to the ground for a point, and an unimaginable great power was photographed.

The fire phoenix blew, and the light plumes scattered, and the peerless sword intention that burst out of its body could not resist the pressure of the night vault, and made countless pieces with a snap!

Jianyi was smashed by Xiong Chumo's palm! Countless finely divided sword intentions flew away, all falling on Ye Hongyu's body, blood-red ruling **** robe. Numerous cracks appeared, and there was blood oozing out.

This is a horrible counterattack.

Ye Hongyu's face was very pale, and the process of the stars in the depths of his eyes was lost and suddenly accelerated.

The blood-red right sleeve turned into nothingness before the power of the apocalypse, revealing her jade-like wrists, the sword meaning was gone, but she still held the sword in her hand.

The black hair danced non-stop, like a waterfall under the strong wind.

She looked at Xiong Chumo, her eyes ruthless. There is no soul.

Her soul is burning. Her life is burning, the blood flowing from the countless wounds on her body is burning, she uses Xiling Divine Art to burn her flesh and spirit into a holy divine light.

She wants to hug Xiong Chumo nearby.

Unlike a hug that was humiliated many years ago. Her hug had no other meaning. Not fanatical. Not cold, just calm, calmly invited him to die together.

Xiong Chumo looked at the burning Ye Hongyu. The pupils shrink slightly, feeling the great horror hidden between them.

His body trembled, his face became paler, and his lips slammed with thunder!

"Fengtian cut!"

He is the master of the Xiling Temple, and his voice is thunder.

Taoshan in the middle of the night, thunder sounded through the bottom of the peak and valley, awakened the hibernating creatures deep in the earth's mud, and shocked those thick clouds in the night dome that no longer squeezed out snowflakes, until they came to the kingdom of God in the deep night dome.

The night vault slowly rolled towards the ground.

The ruling of the overbearing and unstoppable force in the temple became clearer and more direct.

Xiong Chumo's palm finally broke through Ye Hongyu's last sword intention, fanned out the holy flames, and fell on her shoulders, it was really printed!

A mumbled noise.

Ye Hongyu's right shoulder shredded the lining and exposed skin.

Her shoulders are still filled with fresh fragrance in the blazing flames and the power of terror.

The incense shoulders, between holiness and terror, are very attractive.

Xiong Chumo's palm fell on this piece of incense shoulder.

In an instant, he remembered a lot, and recalled a lot, his eyes slightly changed, his eyes deeper, like beans, oil lamps like beans, some faint, some satisfied, some greedy, some sighed.

Palm fell, she died.

Even if she was Ye Hongyu, and was hit by Haotian's power, she must die.

The only thing that puzzled Xiong Chumo was that her eyes were still so indifferent.

Cultivation is like crazy, can it really be crazy enough to ignore life and death?

At the next moment, Xiong Chumo realized why Ye Hongyu was so calm.

Because she would not let his palm fall on her body as easily as it did then.

There was a wound on her right shoulder, just like elsewhere on her body, blood was dripping, ruling that the **** robe was torn, but just under the blood, there was a golden thread shining deep in the wound.

This golden thread, these golden threads, is the biggest difference between her and ordinary practitioners-countless strong practitioners in the spiritual world, she and Ning Que are truly different, they are really ruthless people.

She is as crazy as a cult, and she is crazy too. She is not crazy enough to ignore life and death, but she is crazy enough to repair her body into a sword, which is her real Tao sword.

Ruling that the robe was broken.

The scabbard was cracked.

She, this sword, was officially unsheathed.

The gold thread bounced beautifully, flew gracefully, and came gently to Xiong Chumo's palm.

Compared with the giant palm, the golden thread is more delicate than the thinnest barnyard grass in autumn.

But that was her destiny, tougher than the sharpest sword, unbreakable and inexhaustible.

With a snort, Xiong Chumo was about to touch her forefinger on the shoulder, and a thin red line appeared. Blood ran from the line, and immediately she saw bones in abundance, and then cut off.

Xiong Chumo's index finger, like a ripe fruit, fell off the branch.

Xiong Chumo's face became very pale, and deep pain in his pupils.

Endless anger emerged from his thin face.

Then, instantly count as calm.

His expression was blank, and his palm continued to press.

Even with his five fingers cut off and his palms falling all over his wrist, he will also shoot Ye Hongyu!

Because this is the best opportunity.

However, Ye Hongyu could not give him another chance.

Ye Hongyu closed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, she gathered all her sword intentions.

The broken robe of adjudicating god, rolled up like dead leaves, wrapped around her body.

A hint of sword, no longer leaked.

Not even alive.

The moment before, she was like a sword. At this moment, it became a stubborn stone of ignorance.

Just like the moss-covered stones at the bottom of Ming Lake outside the gate of Mozong Mountain many years ago.

The swords were carved with two sword marks.

Many years ago, those sword marks were left by Ke Haoran.

Later, she left some new sword marks.

Now, she turned herself into those stones, and the wounds on her body were like sword marks.

What does she want to do?

Too late to think, not too late to analyze.

Xiong Chumo's palm finally fell completely on her shoulder.

Kara made a loud noise. Her shoulder bone was broken. Blood hurricane.

Xiong Chumo was puzzled, the sea was puzzled, and why she would rather be seriously injured was also subject to this blow.

Just then. Middle-aged Taoist over the temple. Looked up.

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She is like a real stone. Struck by the power from the sky dome.

Strength determines speed.

She has withstood the power that no one has withstood, so she has an unimaginable speed.

Except distanceless. There has never been such a fast speed in the world.

She flew in the Temple of Judgment, the broken Judgment Robes dragged out the shadows of the Dao, rubbed violently with the air, and even began to burn, the stubborn stone turned into a meteorite, dragging out the tail of fire.

Or, this is another form of Fire Phoenix.

Since entering the Temple of Adjudication, the middle-aged Taoist has kept his head down, silent.

Until this time, he finally raised his head.

He looked up at the Shenhui Ocean in the temple, at the figure between the light and shadow, at the meteorite that smashed towards him, at the silent and murderous phoenix, wondering what she had to do.

Ye Hongyu's goal was him from the beginning.

Not the sea, nor Xiong Chumo, it is him.

Compete with the magic of the sea, just warm up.

The apocalypse that hard-wired Xiong Chumo was just accelerating.

For the two strong players, the full shot of Ye Hongyu is just to take advantage of it.

She did not hesitate to be seriously injured, but also to adjust her state to the strongest and most violent moment.

why? Just to kill yourself?

Ye Hongyu came too fast. The middle-aged Taoist just looked up and she arrived.

Fire Phoenix Liao Palace, meteorite came into being.

Even if the audience is present, it cannot be avoided.

The middle-aged Taoist found that the subject is still his own and still underestimated Ye Hongyu's ability.

The young Judgment Throne is really a universal genius. Her magical attainments surpassed the sea. She actually turned her body into a natal sword, and she turned herself into a stubborn stone. The legendary block formation formed by the bright priest a thousand years ago!

In today's world, only the Queen of the Great Rivers knows what it means to do so, where did she learn from? Middle-aged Taoist people don't understand, but he must catch each other.

Otherwise, this flaming phoenix will fly out of the Temple of Judgment, break open Taoshan, and gain true freedom.

This is something that the Daomen absolutely do not allow.

The middle-aged Taoist reached out his right hand and pointed it out, his movements were very slow.

The Huofeng came so fast, so fast that no one came before.

His movements were so slow, but he was ahead of Huofeng.

His expression was solemn and his fingers were heavy.

Knowing it and keeping it is the world stream.

Knowing how to learn and knowing how to learn, the God of the World Creek God.

The middle-aged Taoist **** of the world under the river refers to the level of Chenpipi.

One pointed out that the world is peaceful!

Ruling the flaming Haotian Shenhui in the temple, as if by a frozen flame, no longer shake!

That remnant of power from the sky dome seemed to feel the meaning between the fingers, and calmed down!

The flame tail of the flaming phoenix instantly condenses!

The violent meteorite suddenly showed a real face. How can those moss hurt people?

Middle-aged Taoists exerted their most powerful means.

He came out of the light and pointed out.

The fire phoenix roared, desperate.

Ye Hongyu's expression is still so indifferent, seems to care nothing.

She held the sword, and then, the sword.

Huofengguangyu scattered, she simply ignored it.

The palace was full of vitality, the violent wind swept, and the Fire Phoenix suddenly dispersed, leaving only her body.

She pierced a middle-aged Taoist with a sword.

Very common sword, but the most powerful sword.

As heavy as an arrow, it falls like a stone in a secluded lake.

There was a sound, there was an echo, and there was a sound.

The middle-aged Taoist fingers finally met her sword in the air.

The wind suffocated and the dust gradually fell, ruling that the temple returned to quietness instantly.

Several golden threads burst out of Ye Hongyu's body, then fall, like real dead leaves.

Holding a virtual sword, she stood in front of a middle-aged Daoist with an expressionless face, ruling that the **** robe was half-dispersed, curled around her waist, and exposed her upper body, blood flowing from a perfect curve.

At this time, she was covered in blood, standing half naked, seeming to be very embarrassed, and actually very beautiful.

It is a sacred beauty ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Holy beauty, pure beauty.

But this beauty is very attractive.

Seductive and sacred, in fact, do not conflict, at least at this moment in her body.

The blood dripped from her body, fell to her feet, and flowed into the cracks in the slate.

The gaps were gradually filled with blood, and then began to glow, like a line.

In the blood sea, there is light flying, and when the light is up, it is a fan 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? I feel that my state is recovering quickly, haha ​​... In other words, Ye Hongyu's upper body, covered with blood, can refer to some oil paintings. The movie should be beautiful.) (To be continued ...)