The bottom of Mount Kinabalu. 【 ^ 】

The burly man stared at the young woman in white who came out, his eyes moved to the silver sword in her hand, and his scarlet eyes tightened instantly.

The air around seemed so quiet that it was impossible to breathe.

The burly man said coldly and arrogantly, "From the energy of light on you, if I'm not mistaken, you should be the messenger of light, right? I didn't expect to see the sword of the goddess of light here..." He stretched out his hand, as if ordering, "Give it to me, and I'll spare your life!"

Ye Zhu stared at him with cold eyes, then turned his gaze and glanced at the rest of the people, frowning slightly, "It seems that the body of the goddess was hidden here by you. Although I don't know what happened in the middle, the Ice and Snow goddess actually handed over the body of the goddess to you scumbags to guard. You are really blind!"

"I'll say it again." The burly man's eyes gradually turned cold. "I'll give it to you if you want it!" She raised her hand and waved it. A pure white light like an angry shark suddenly shot out from the sword of light, cutting through the icy ground and shooting straight out.

The dazzling light made the soft light on the entire crystal wall lose its color. Facing the surging white light, the burly man raised his hand and clenched it. The space in front of him seemed to be suddenly strengthened countless times, becoming a transparent shield, blocking in front of him, blocking the sharp light behind the space shield. After canceling each other out for a moment, they dispersed.

"It's worthy of being the Sword of Light." The burly man raised his hand. A tiny bloodstain appeared on his thumb, and a drop of blood seeped out from it. He put his hand to his mouth and sucked gently. His bright red tongue was indescribably hideous. "Even in the hands of someone of your level, such a powerful force can be released. If I use it, it will be easy to split the light barrier!"

He grinned fiercely, not disguising the greed in his eyes, staring at Ye Xing and suddenly rushing over like an arrow from a bow. His thick palms grabbed down from the sky, as if to hold down the head of the man named Zhu.

Ye Zhu frowned and quickly retreated, and in a few flashes she retreated to the edge of the pitch-black shelter. Her snow-white clothes were like a layer of light, so that although she was standing in the darkness, she still emitted a strong white light. This white light was subtle and did not illuminate the surrounding darkness like a lamp, but was all restrained in her body, like a fairy formed by the condensation of light.

Holding the sword, a white light like ice and snow gradually flowed out from the carvings on the scabbard. Her face was cold, staring at the burly man rushing towards her, and suddenly she clenched her palm, grasped the hilt, and chopped it out with her backhand. From the connection between the scabbard and the hilt, a dazzling white light like needles was emitted, illuminating the entire dark corridor like a flowing light wheel, emitting endless captivating power.

The burly man's body suddenly stopped. His face was a little stiff. He looked at the sword in Ye Zhu's hand with doubt and surprise. He suddenly felt a frightened feeling in his heart, as if a prehistoric beast had awakened from its deep sleep, gradually opened its sharp eyes and stared at him.

The blinding white light passed through the faces of the eight messengers in front of Huibi. Everyone felt as if they were touched by a blade, with indescribable pain and coldness, and even their hearts were chilled. They had always noticed that the Xu Guangming sword had never been unsheathed from beginning to end, and they didn't know how terrible the power would be after it was unsheathed.

The old man in a blue robe standing at the back of the group had a slightly changed expression on his face. He clenched his palms and found that he was sweating. He stared at the back of the burly man and growled secretly and fiercely in his heart: "Kill her, I must kill her!"

At this point, he could no longer expect a situation where both sides would suffer losses.

At this time, the sword of the goddess of light was finally pulled out of the scabbard inch by inch. Every time it was pulled out an inch, the white light became more intense, as if it would penetrate the entire wall of the corridor. Strong winds were whistling all around, and energy from all directions surged over, lifting Ye Zhu's clothes and causing small whirlwinds to roll up on the ground. The energy roaring like an angry dragon made the ground beneath their feet feel shaking.

After Ye Zhu was completely pulled out, everyone felt suffocated. They saw this translucent long sword, all covered with white flames, burning fiercely. The flames shrank little by little and converged into the Sword of Light, revealing a steel-like sharp and cold blade. The mirror-like blade reflected the figures of all the people outside the corridor. At first glance, this sword was not too strange, but the sharp cold light that came through it made people feel as if their eyes were being cut into pieces.

Ye Zhu held the Sword of Light in his hand, gently put down the scabbard, stood upside down on the hard ground, then held the Sword of Light in both hands, stared at the figure of the burly man, and suddenly rushed over, coming against the wind as if against the light.

Swish!

The burly man's throat rolled, and he wanted to open his mouth, but suddenly he felt a numbness in his neck, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito. He blinked in horror and was about to look back, but suddenly he felt that the world in front of him was instantly turned upside down, the sky and the earth changed, and he saw the white figure standing in front of the eight messengers outside the dark corridor, and then the world suddenly became dark.

Dead silence!

The eight messengers looked at Ye Zhu as if they were suffocating, especially when they saw the burly man behind her who was still standing upright but his head had slipped from his neck. Their hearts were pounding and almost bursting.

Ye Zhu raised his cold gaze, swept across the faces of everyone in front of him, and slowly clenched the Sword of Light in his hand with his five fingers.

The sacred mountain, the peak.

After Sifigran finished pinching her fingers, a twisted colorful light flashed around her body, and then pulled her body, forcibly moving three feet to the side, leaving the area of ​​the strange force field. Before she had time to relax, her figure flashed quickly and flashed to the other side.

Ling stared with eyes wide open, his scalp was about to explode, and his eyes turned red as blood. He struggled frantically, but his body was firmly bound.

A colorful light flashed on Sifigran's body, and a mysterious symbol flashed out from her forehead, quickly crawling all over her body and connecting to the surrounding space. Then a white light flashed, and the protruding spikes on the ground quickly shrank back. Sifigran, whose body was originally pierced, also emerged from a ball of white light and quickly burst forward intact.

The Bronze Supreme smiled and waved his hand. Many conical spikes and transparent space spikes suddenly appeared on the ground and in the space in front of Sifigran, piercing Sifigran's body into pieces and bleeding. Then, in the reversal of the colorful light, he was quickly reborn and continued to flee.

The Bronze Supreme's fingers moved slightly, causing all kinds of injuries on Sifigran's way of escape, and tore Sifigran's body apart with overwhelming force. Not long after she was reborn, she was killed again.

Constant rebirth, constant death.

At this moment, a sleeping breath suddenly came from the ground under her feet, carrying a rich and vast energy. Sifeglan's face suddenly changed, and her heart sank. She gritted her teeth and kept distorting time and space, trying to teleport. However, the surrounding time and space were all messed up, and it was difficult to step into other time periods.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6-9!

The Bronze Supreme's eyes were slightly narrowed, and the gentle and indifferent smile on his face had gradually disappeared, replaced by a lewd look. From that rich breath, he felt a strong breath of light energy, his heart sank slightly, and his eyes staring at Sifigran were full of murderous intent. He grasped with his palm, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be moved, and were grasped in his palm, shrinking like a whale playing in the water.

"Return to dust, hun chaos!"

The Bronze Supreme grabbed Sifigran's hand fiercely, and a sharp gray-white light ball was released from the palm of his hand, which exploded towards Sifigran, passing through large pieces of land and more than a dozen broken colorful energy spaces. The speed remained unchanged, and it did not enter other time and space planes, and hit Sifigran's back fiercely.

All the time in the whole world seemed to be silent in an instant.

Sifigran's body fell forward, and the gray-white ball of light was like fine water droplets, emitting tiny flashes of electricity, penetrating into her back inch by inch, and everything seemed to be in slow motion.

Sifigran's beautiful face was filled with astonishment and disbelief. She lowered her head and looked at her chest. She saw that her body was like a porcelain bottle. Suddenly, countless gray and white fine lines appeared from the inside out, like cracked spiders, spreading all over her body.

Then, with a bang, it exploded like dust.

As the breeze blew, Sifigran's body turned into countless dust particles and drifted away on the ruined ground.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Just as the Bronze Supreme withdrew his palm with satisfaction, his expression suddenly changed. Then, a long howl filled with infinite grief and anger was heard, rising into the sky, a hysterical and sad long cry: "Ahhhhhh..." (To be continued)