Chapter 1343 The Snow Flower Withered and Withered
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In the blood stone forest, the birthplace of the dragon-patterned golden rough stone.
The power of violent stars flooded this space, and various visions exploded like crazy, lightning, flame, ice, snowflakes, sword light, palm light, and everything.
The fight between Ye Ziling and Lei Ying caused unimaginable damage, and the aftermath alone was frightening.
Between the sky and the earth, snow flies all over the sky, and nine Qingluans are dressed in purple thunder armor. It is like a peerless sword, shining in the sky, turning into a frightening hung shuttle in this void.
Even in an extremely disadvantaged situation, Ye Ziling’s visions have never collapsed, and Xiao Kun, who wants to pursue Lin Yun and others, looks rather ugly.
The woman and Lei Ying fought, obviously embarrassed, and there was still room to stop them.
Rumble!
The thunder and flames rioted, forming countless kinds of monsters, evolving into a terrifying vision of a group of demons dancing.
The area where the Thunder Eagle is located is like a thundering purgatory, with fire blazing into the sky, and suffocating.
His face was sullen to the extreme, his eyes swept away, and his figure was locked in the endless snow in front of him. Then the star surging, a dazzling star burst into his dark body, piercing the void, and slapped it out with a palm.
boom!
At the horrible moment when the palms shot out, hundreds of monsters evolving around him roared at the same time. Like an army of thousands, rolling up with him, wrapped in the coercion that made the sky tremble.
Bang!
Enveloping thunder and flames, with a palm as heavy as a mountain, once again held together with the sword light.
As soon as the fist light hit the sword light, stars surged in Lei Ying’s body, pouring into it like a river. Only a loud noise was heard, the sword light spread out like snowflakes, and the electric light in the sword light collapsed at the same time.
With a palm smashing the opponent’s sword move, Ye Ziling’s tall body floated into the snowflakes like a piece of paper.
Or to be more precise, it is Xue Yaohua.
It seems to be soft as snow, but no flower is condensed with the power of thunder, lingering in the sky of sword intent.
Whoosh!
A blow shook the opponent back, and Lei Ying’s body rushed into the snow like lightning. In this heavy snow, a shadow flickered like an electric light.
laugh! laugh!
When the figure flickered, the electric light remaining in the void kept making noises.
Lei Ying’s face was unprecedentedly gloomy. He no longer knew how many times he had shattered the opponent’s sword moves. But the opponent didn’t fight him at all, and immediately disappeared in the vast snow after a blow.
That was a certain Holy Spirit-level physical form of the Xue Yao family, called Shenguang Leiying Jue, which was not difficult to deal with on weekdays.
But once the blood of the Xue Yao family bloomed, and the vision of endless snow evolved, it was extremely difficult to find the other party hiding in the purple Xue Yao flowers flying all over the sky.
This is because the opponent’s realm is too low, and if the cultivation base is improved, it will be magical.
If you are not careful, you will be trapped in it, and you will be in a dilemma.
Lei Ying relied on his own background and ran rampant in this vision, desperately looking for the other side’s figure.
call out!
Lei Ying swept away, and in the wind and snow, he saw Ye Ziling, who was in a blizzard like a waterfall, dressed in a purple skirt, and left alone. With her white jade hands, she held a sharp sword with cold light, and the blade was surrounded by dazzling electric light and chill.
At this moment, her frosty cheeks looked paler than ever.
The blood stains on the corners of her mouth had already dried up, like a plum blossom reflected in the vast snow, dotted on her pale face.
No matter who it is, it can be easily seen that she is in a terrible state right now. Only the burning snow flowers in the eyes were still shining and dazzling.
Shining sharp sharp edge, and arrogant.
“Ye Ziling? Since you have the blood of the Xue Yao family, why do you work so hard for a Floating Cloud Sword Sect. This world is so big, where can you not go? To die for a few cats and dogs, why bother?”
Lei Ying stared at Ye Ziling indifferently, with a black and white veil, deriving a sneer.
“You haven’t won yet!”
Ye Ziling raised his head, her cold and delicate face showed indifferent color.
It’s just that the blood stain at the corner of the mouth, in the boundless wind and snow, looks quite eye-catching, cold and delicate.
“Tsk tut!”
Lei Ying froze for a moment, then laughed strangely, and said faintly: “You know that if I really want to do it, you will definitely lose. I just don’t want to kill you. I completely offend the Floating Cloud Sword Sect and the Xue Yao family. That’s it.”
“No, you are injured, and you are seriously injured.”
Ye Ziling looked at him indifferently, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the expressions under the other’s black and white kerchief, and said ruthlessly and cruelly: “You can kill two divine pills, it is related to the clothes on your body. But I belong to the Floating Cloud Sword Sect. Elder, even if it’s just a vener of the little god pill realm, it is definitely not something you can kill easily.”
“you!”
It can be clearly felt that Lei Ying’s body is trembling slightly, and the terrifying killing intent is spreading wildly on him. The face towel that changed from black and white like ink and wash, the rare blankness, what expressions.
“The disciples of the Demon Dao seem to be moody and fierce, but they are not stupid. You kill Qin Feng, just to deter others. You can deceive the evil cultivators, but you can’t deceive me…”
The purple snow flowers danced incessantly, and Ye Ziling said indifferently: “You dare to betray the super sect of the magic way, how can you really be afraid of the Xue Yao family and the Floating Cloud Sword Sect? Others will, you will not… you If you want to sacrifice the stars, I’m afraid you will have to pay a great price.”
Ye Ziling’s words, like this snowy sky, made Xiao Kun and many other evil cultivators cold sweat on their backs.
All eyes turned to Lei Ying involuntarily, is this true?
“Tsk tusk, I really underestimated you!”
Lei Ying’s black and white face mask showed a weird smile, but his voice was extremely cold: “Ye Ziling, you really are not afraid of death!”
boom!
The moment the voice fell, a picture scroll bloomed behind Lei Ying, and then slowly unfolded.
Rumble!
An ancient monster beast was engraved on the scroll. When the scroll was fully unfolded, the monster jumped out of the painting, with countless black stars blooming.
It was a black magic eagle, poured out of thunder and flames. Its body was like steel blooming with metallic luster. It issued a stern roar and filled the sky with magic clouds.
A terrifying magic light burst out from Lei Ying. At this moment, he was like a devil coming out of purgatory.
A burst of weird laughter came from his mouth. He didn’t catch Ye Ziling’s figure in the wind and snow, and patted it directly with a palm.
boom!
Under the surging of the magic light, the majestic star element immediately evolved into a majestic giant hand close to hundreds of feet, and hit the sky full of wind and snow and the nine Qingluan violently.
The huge palm covered the sky and the sun, and even the void was shot to burst, and countless cracks were born.
He didn’t have the slightest leeway when he shot this time. He sacrificed the star aspect, and he didn’t retain the slightest bit of cultivation in the half-step Divine Pill Realm.
He directly broke the clever with his strength and crushed the past fiercely.
Click! Click! Click! Click!
Snowflakes in the sky shattered one after another, and the nine Qingluans changed back and forth, evolving into a vast and boundless sword. But under this giant hand, there was still not much resistance, and it gradually collapsed.
Bang!
When the black magic shadow swooped down, all the sword power fell apart and dissipated in the world in an instant.
Puff!
The wind and snow dissipated, and Ye Ziling’s body was directly photographed like a thin piece of paper. She knelt on one knee and vomited a mouthful of blood, her pale cheeks like dying flowers.
too frightening……
Even if the other party was hit hard, this gap still couldn’t be resisted by her.
Her consciousness became blurred by this blow.
call! call!
Lei Ying kicked his breath, he was dressed in a suit, and blood dripped from his sleeves.
This blow destroyed the world and demonstrated invincible prestige.
Xiao Kun and the other evil cultivators were all stunned, their expressions were extremely tense, and they didn’t dare to breathe.
Lei Ying glanced at Ye Ziling, the black-and-white veil, evolving into a terrifying and ruthless color.
“You want to die? But I don’t want to make you perfect. I let you know that there are many things in this world that are more terrible than death. Catch her and keep her alive. I will sell her to the Demon Realm and let her know what is real. despair!”
Obviously, just after the blow, Thunder Eagle paid a great price, and his anger reached its limit.
“Yes Yes Yes!”
Xiao Kun was stunned for a moment before he woke up and nodded quickly to greet the other evil cultivators to approach Ye Ziling.
Ye Ziling’s vision was blurred and he noticed that someone was approaching, but his right hand holding the sword was soft and weak. During her previous contest with Thunder Eagle, she suffered serious injuries, and the final blow completely severely wounded her.
Don’t talk about resisting these people at the moment, even suicide can’t be done.
But just when her consciousness was about to be completely blurred, a rush of Xiaoyin suddenly rose from a distance.
Cang! Cang!
Xiaoyin is like a dragon yin, containing unprecedented anger and violent, in this vast world, playing extremely domineering music.
One sword cuts the floating clouds, one sword breaks through nine days.
One sword destroys the eight wilderness, one sword equalizes the world.
Floating clouds for nine days, all over the world!
Lin Yun uses the voice of the prince to blend the sword intent to the sky, and uses the purple jade god bamboo flute to play the most domineering flute he can show.
boom! boom! boom!
The evil repairs approaching Ye Ziling, one after another, were blasted to their heads under the sound of the flute. One by one headless bodies fell down suddenly, and their heads bloomed with cold blood mist under the sound of the flute.
Bang!
In the storm of sword intent, Xiao Kun tried his best to break free, smashing many sound waves with a punch, and retreated several steps before barely standing firm.
“who?”
The only answer is that the cold and ruthless Xiaoyin, the half-step fourth-rank sword intent, is multiplied by Xiaoyin’s urging.
Transformed into a blue dragon lingering in the majestic wind and thunder, with dazzling sword light bursting into its eyes, this blue dragon, piercing the void in the high-pitched Xiaoyin, slammed into Xiao Kun’s body in an instant.
Puff!
He was covered in cuts and bruises, a mouthful of blood was spit out, and after landing, he rolled for several laps without getting up.
Xiao Kun lay on the ground and looked up, and he saw a figure slowly falling in the sky. A silver shirt, holding a jade flute, a mask on his face, silver hair at the waist, and a silver sword box on his back.
A faint silver glow bloomed all over his body, as if draped in a layer of moonlight, he appeared to have descended on the earth like a round silver moon.
“Playboy Burial, he, why did he come…”
Ye Ziling’s vision was blurred, and she could only see a hazy figure, but she was very familiar with that Xiaoyin.
There are so many people who are good at flute in the world, but after all, there is only one person to bury the playboy, and he is the only one who can have such a demeanor. She tried to open her eyes, but she couldn’t do it anyway. She was angry and anxious, and she felt that the vitality was fading away.
I am dying… Ye Ziling’s thoughts are hazy, there is no pain or regret, only infinite sadness condenses into a bitter flower in his eyes. In the black fog of death, there is a faint silver light, but my eyes can no longer see the world, only the withering and fading flowers.