Final Redemption

The gale is raging!

Countless grievances have been sucked into the magic sword, and the hellish picture has gradually disappeared, but the temperature around it has risen in a straight line. With this high temperature, it is a cold chill! That was an intentional killing. After pulling out the magic sword, Zhao Futu's heart immediately surged into a powerful killing intention! Bloody Sè's pupils flowed with the magical purple Shua Huaguang, and the sword's body shivered gently, as if cheering and jumping for joy!

— "Magic Sword Technique! Random Blade Winds !!!"

Countless wind blades were born from the void, and turned into the sky's sharp blades to be cut down towards the elders of pass!

On the ground, a trace was cut by an invisible wind blade. In a moment, hundreds of ten-foot-long cracks appeared. In front of Elder Chuan Gong, a series of dull explosions were issued. The sound explosion caused by the body belching. Although the number of wind blades in front of him is endless, the elder Chuan Gong's face reveals a hint of lightness. If it is only this level of attack, it is not enough to break his breath.

— "Magic Sword Technique! Horror Thunder !!!"

Immediately after the wind blade, the sky was suddenly covered with clouds, and the thunder rolled down with it!

The power of this attack is greater than just now, and even has caused the operation of the surrounding weather. A bunch of electric snakes raged in this area, but the target of the attack was not all elders, but more like nothing. Bombs around purpose! This thunder fell on the ground, and immediately there was an electric spark, as if it was motivating something.

— "Magic Sword Technique! Skyfire !!!"

A stream of flames emerged from the ground, and then turned into a blazing flame, roasting the surrounding rocks red.

This flame seemed to be flowing endlessly, burning faster and faster, and even rose to mid-air. The dark cloud in the sky did not know when it became a red and burning cloud, it looked like a flame on the ground. The sky was also red. Thunders fell into the flames, and immediately there was a crackling crackle, and then more and more violent energy emerged.

at this time.

The elder Chuan Gong finally changed.

Because he found that his Tian Jian Jue seemed to be greatly diminished in power, all the attacks fell into the eyes of the enemy, and he was immediately blocked by a layer of invisible energy shield, which could not break the opponent's defense at all. The vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth has also become extremely difficult and obscure, as if an invisible force imprisoned the surrounding aura. And after the enemy's three consecutive skills, the surrounding aura suddenly became extremely violent, as if it could not be controlled at all!

— "Sword God!"

Without hesitation, Elder Chuan Gong once again made his strongest move!

Although the surrounding aura is imprisoned, the sword god's trick is a god-calling power and will not be affected by the aura. The Shushan School has dedicated incense to this **** of open ancestors for nearly a thousand years. The power contained in it is not less than that of some top fairy arts. Only the core self-disciplined disciples within the Shushan School can learn this technique. The reason is to avoid consuming the incense willingness.

This time.

The sword **** summoned by the elder Chuan Gong seemed to be more gazing, and two golden lights burst out in those eyes, just like a sharp sword pierced into Zhao Futu's pupil. Although the ghost of the sword **** has not yet made a move, but the momentum is stronger than before, he seems to be an indomitable sword, just just emerged and sent out the chill!

But Zhao Futu's eyes were still deep and gloomy, as if he didn't care about the sharp eyes.

He slowly raised his magic sword.

He slowly raised his magic sword and cut off at the enemy in front of him!

No fancy sword was cut off.

But at this moment, it seemed as if the space was torn apart, everything was still, a deep darkness came out of the air, all the thunder, flames, and wind blades disappeared in a flash. trace!

— "Magic Sword Skill!

The elder Chuan Gong's figure froze, followed by even a great fear.

The ghost of the sword **** behind him suddenly opened his eyes. There was a white sword in his eyes. It was different from the last time he ran a stroke and then disappeared. A thousand swords of light were called from the void, and then the ten thousand swords of light were merged into one body, and the flying sword in the hand of the elder Chugong was held in his hands. When Zhao Futu's sword was cut off, the ghost of the sword suddenly fell over and rushed forward. He passed the elder Chuan Gong and greeted him with his sword!

-"Wan Jian returned to the school!"

Huh!

The magic sword in Zhao Futu's hand trembled, and then he sprayed blood on his back and flew out.

After the instant confrontation of the sword god's virtual shadow, it was directly transformed into the sky's starlight fragmentation. The remaining sword gas penetrated the sword god's virtual shadow, and the figure of the elder Chuan Gong flew out. A lot of blood was sprayed out. Under the shadow of a streamer-like sword, the elder Chuan Gong could not escape at all, and the suffocation of the surrounding shields collapsed instantly!

Huh!

Zhao Futu stood up slowly with a magic sword in one hand.

But the elder Chuan Gong struggled a bit, and then stood up like gold paper.

"bad!"

The face of the elder Chuan Gong was bleak, and he murmured: "The god's thoughts left by the ancestor have been crushed. It is impossible to summon the sword **** for hundreds of years!"

The Shushan School worshipped this **** of thought for thousands of years, and this has the power of the sword **** today.

But now the goddess of the sword **** is shattered by Zhao Futu. The incense offering for thousands of years has turned into flowing water. At least for several hundred years, no one can use the trick of calling the sword god.

This loss is even comparable to the Lost Town Demon Sword!

The elder Chuan Gong slowly raised his head, staring at Zhao Futu with complex eyes and hate. Although the other party was also injured, the magic of the surrounding body was still very strong.

make a prompt decision!

The elder Chuan Gong swallowed a pill of elixir, and then flew up and rushed towards the outer mountains.

At this time, he was not Zhao Futu's opponent at all, and his injuries were already very serious, but the other party could use the power of the magic sword to constantly erupt!

If you want to deal with him, I have to borrow the town demon sword from the head!

at this time.

Elder Chuan Gong already has a general understanding of the power of the magic sword. The sword is definitely a level of treasure with the Shushan School Zhenzhibao Town Demon Sword! The town demon sword is the saber that the first **** of the heavens will fly, even if it is a first-class artifact in the heavens. But the magic sword in front of me didn't know what the source was, and he was no less powerful than the town demon sword!

Where did they find this sword?

No!

The power of this sword is too great.

Moreover, the sword actually has such a heavy grudge, if you let it flow into the world, you don't know how much blood and rain it will cause.

It looks like you have to go back to the mountain to ask the master to go out of customs!

Such a magic sword must be sealed within Shushan, otherwise how many people have to die under this sword!

………………

Elder Chuan Gong retreated, and Zhao Futu did not pursue.

When the figure of Elder Chuan Gong had disappeared into the distance, he was stiff, and threw himself to the ground with one knee.

His face suddenly became ashes!

The figure of the girl paladin does not know when it will appear. When she saw the magic sword held by Zhao Futu's hand and his ash-sè's face, the expression on her face was decisive. A light stroke on the magic sword, a blood stain appeared. Like a greedy beast, the blade of the magic sword is quickly absorbing blood, and the face of the young paladin is getting paler and paler, and the pretty face has become even more dazed.

In contrast, the anger on Zhao Futu's face began to recover little by little, even a faint rosy breath.

thump!

The figure of the young paladin shook, and suddenly fell to the ground in a slump.

Zhao Futu opened his eyes violently, and quickly reached out to embrace the swaying body of the girl paladin, her breath had become very weak!

Even breathing became thinner.

"Sharena !?"

Zhao Futu quickly took out a bottle of recovery medicine and poured it into her mouth, but her anger was not improved in the slightest.

When he looked at the page of the girl ’s paladin xìng, he suddenly found that he did n’t know when Xia Lena ’s health limit had changed from a thousand points to only a dozen points, and the healing potions he used were completely useless. At the same time, on the page of her genus xìng, there was also a dying state of [jīng blood depletion], and all genus xìng were directly lowered by 90!

"hold onto!"

Zhao Futu lowered his head and caressed the pale face of the girl paladin, and murmured, "It's time to return to space!"

"Be sure to hold on!"

As if I heard Zhao Futu's voice ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The girl paladin opened her eyes with difficulty. She opened her mouth to say something, but there was no sound in her voice.

She smiled hard, raising her hand to touch Zhao Futu's thin face.

But she was too weak to even raise her hands so difficult!

"nothing!"

Zhao Futu's voice didn't know when he trembled. He held the girl's Paladin tightly, holding it tightly and tightly. "It's okay. We can go back soon."

Time passes by every minute.

Zhao Futu never felt that time was so hard!

Although it was less than half an hour before the return to the nightmare space, the increasingly weak breath of the girl paladin also held him together.

"hold onto!"

Zhao Futu's palms were covered with a trace of blood, and his eyes were full of dense blood, which looked like a ghost in hell! He stared at the paladin, who was breathing in a halt before him, shrouded in an unprecedented sense of weakness.

Even accompanied by a terrible hope of destroying everything!

………………

"You want to save her?"

A faint sound came from a distance, weak as if it could be out of breath at any time.