Kowloon pull coffin

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The excruciating pain was unbearable, Zhishen screamed in horror, and desperately wanted to escape into my entrance, but I knew that if I couldn't make it through now, even if I escaped into the entrance, I would not escape death.

The hero's sword began to shake, and the tide of the sword became faster...

In the short interval between my life and death, Bei Mingxiu sacrificed an incarnation outside the body to escape from the hands of the ancestor Yinshan.

After getting out of trouble, Bei Mingxiu didn't take the opportunity to escape, but confronted the destructive power of Yinshan Patriarch's Necromancer Black Sword, bullied her and swung her sword to kill.

This was not within Chen Yang's expectations. Originally, he thought that even if Bei Mingxiu could use his incarnation to block death, the deity would definitely take the opportunity to escape, but he had no intention of fleeing at all.

Bei Mingxiu frantically slashed and killed, using his ultimate strength, and he was just like Kong Xuan, burning with vitality and soul.

Not as good as life and death, only to kill and destroy.

This is the horror of my Demonic Supreme Heavenly Venerate. There are not many Demonic Heavenly Venerates, but each of them is not easy to provoke.

Bei Mingxiu is not Kong Xuan, even if he burns to ashes, he will not be able to bloom the seven-color holy light that amazes the three worlds.

His self-sacrifice and self-destruction can only be expressed through the ghost sword.

His sword is faster, more ruthless, with a determination to destroy everything.

The ghost sword is faint, and the sword flow is continuously cutting the body of Chen Yang, the ancestor of Yinshan.

No matter how strong Chen Yang's defense is, he would not dare to let Bei Mingxiu be so obsessed. What's more, when he tried his best to kill Bei Mingxiu and me, A Li found a loophole and blocked his Qi.

A Li's heartbroken Aofeng's encounter, the arrows were dense like rain, and the moon's anger poured out.

The ancestor of Yinshan, Chen Yang, was injured again.

The injury was more serious this time, so he could only choose to retreat temporarily.

When he drew back and flew back, he first shook Bei Mingxiu away with a roar of Wangtianhou, and then gave me a very cold look.

Afterwards, Jian Chao went berserk.

……

The hero began to tremble before, and he could no longer hold me steady.

If I don't want to be destroyed, I can only choose Zheng Tianzun.

The certification of Tianzun will allow me to gain a short-term restoration of my spiritual sense, so as to counter the surging tide of swords.

On the line of life and death, there is no other choice, and I am not entangled.

I have been preparing for it all the time. The reason why I didn't prove Tianzun at the beginning is because I want to wait for that person to come.

It now appears that that person may never come.

I closed my eyes and began to silently recite the profound meaning of the Way of Seven Kills.

In my heart, I didn't regret that I didn't get the opportunity of the Excalibur, because sometimes accepting it is also a kind of courage.

And I never lacked courage.

However, just when the prophecy of seven killings was about to be announced, I suddenly felt a burst of relief in front of me.

The sword wave disappeared.

I opened my eyes and saw a familiar figure from behind.

The sword tide didn't disappear, it was just blocked by a mighty and unyielding figure from the back.

Yanhua completed the sixth Nirvana and returned to the battle in the peak state of Tianzun.

After completing the sixth Nirvana, Yanhua's gray hair has grown a lot.

Dancing with the wind.

Yu Hua, stepping forward against the tide of swords.

Every step is extremely difficult.

Even if it is the sixth nirvana, even if she already has the peak combat power of Tianzun, it is still a bit difficult to take over the sword wave that the strongest Taoist ancestor has fully urged.

It was raining, and it hit my face wetly.

It's not rain, it's the blood splattered on Yuhua's body.

The body of the god of death is enduring the shapely cuts of thousands of sword streams in the sword wave.

The legendary battle armor of the undead has been broken, and this time Yanhua can only rely on his body to pick it up.

Fortunately, the power of Jian Chao is weakening.

Yanhua's pace accelerated again, and when the sword wave finally disappeared into nothingness, Yanhua flew up into the air, and slashed at Chen Yang, who was desperately repairing the wound.

This knife cut out no longer a blue flame.

But black flame.

This kind of sword technique is not the sorrow of the soul, but the judgment of the god of death.

After six times of Nirvana, Yuhua comprehended the most powerful sword technique of the god of death in the ancient underworld—the judgment of the god of death!

In the past, Yanhua's fighting style focused on defense and instant bursts of soul energy.

The combat ability of a single target is not strong, and the destructive power of the Sorrow of Soul is not even as good as my magic sword.

Now, Yuhua's knife is no longer lifeless.

The intention of the sword has changed.

The black flame of death without temperature, ruthless and indifferent.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Not only the sword intent has changed, but also the fighting intent of Yanhua.No longer indifferent and heavy, but fanatical and bloodthirsty.

It feels like the god of death has left the throne of the god of death and stepped down from the altar.

Became, the fanatical Death Executor.

If death is not to be feared, the god of death has to judge himself.

Chen Yang's heart was trembling. He expected that Yuhua would not die so easily, but he didn't expect that the god of death who had passed Nirvana six times would master such a terrifying sword technique.

He even didn't expect that the god of death would step down from the altar, and the deity would turn into the most fanatical executioner of death to execute the judgment.