Eight Desolate Sword God

"Magic clouds, you thieves, there will be no good end, one day, one day, God will pack you up."

There is no pain in life, and the chilling sorrow of the cedar piano, which is almost in a state of mental breakdown, has a large amount of blood flowing uncontrollably along her seven holes. The whole person is much older.

"Cedar piano, this can't stand it? This is just the beginning, I have more ways to torture you."

Looking at the twisted face of the cedar piano pain, the magic wind cloud reveals the color of the scorpion, and took out ten silver needles, tied to the acupuncture points of the cedar piano, tormenting her body and stimulating her will.

When the cedar piano was tortured by the magical clouds, the explosion of the earth-shattering sound suddenly appeared in the depths of the misty mountains.

The ethereal illusion of one of the three forbidden places in the floating mountain suddenly collapsed.

"What happened!"

I feel that the whole floating mountain is shaking, and the magic wind and other people first gaze at the depths of the floating mountains, and they are aware of the doubts.

Next, a powerful soul power was released in the ethereal illusion of the explosion, surpassing the speed of light several times, flying to the main peak of the ethereal, and immersed in the body of the dying cedar.

The next moment, an amazing soul power broke out in the body of Xuesongqin, smashing the black silver needle stuck in her head and in the acupuncture points of the body, shaking off the black magic silk that sealed her soul.

"Who are you?"

Feeling the mysterious soul in the body of the cedar piano brings a strong and dangerous atmosphere to him. The face of the magic wind cloud changes slightly, and the gloomy question asks.

"Primary, you are not afraid, you dare to ruin my roots. It seems that I have forgotten the tens of thousands of years in the celestial domain." A strange voice was issued in the cedar mouth. Said angrily.

"Flying in Tianyu, you are the ancestral snow of the mountains of the floating mountains." The magic wind cloud brows one pick, some accidentally looked at Xuesongqin, said: "I did not expect that this floating mountain still has your soul. However, it is a pity that it is not your age. With a smashing soul, you can't stop me from destroying the roots of the ethereal mountains."

"Yes? Let me see, the strength of the first person in the Western World 100,000 years ago."

Speaking, the body of Xuesong is filled with terrible soul power.

For a time, the wind and the sky were shaking, the heavens and the earth were amazed, and the aura that surged in the misty mountains rushed into the body of Xuesongqin, forcibly suppressing her body injury.

"Open, open the mountain ancestor."

After learning that the ethereal soul of the ancestral mountain of the floating mountain has appeared, Gao Zongyan and others who have just betrayed the ethereal mountain scared the calf cramps, and a lot of cold sweat appeared on the forehead, fearing.

They never imagined that the snowy souls would appear on the occasion of the dying of the mountains, and they were very afraid of the snow and the souls killing the magic clouds, looking for them to settle accounts after the fall.

"Everyone listens, ten miles back, not near here."

Feeling the threat posed by the ethereal soul of the snow, the gloomy magic wind cloud immediately ordered loudly, and the master brought by the command quickly withdrew, so as not to be affected.

"Tianxue Magic Knife."

Next, the magic wind cloud took out the Western Mozong Town Zongzhibao, the top grade of the heavenly instrument, the blood-red magic knife covered with blood-red ancient lines, ready to kill the soul of the snow.

"Cangwujian, Cangjie Avenue!"

At this time, the snow drifted out of the hand, and the mind summoned back to the top of the sky, the sword and the ethereal sky, and launched a big killing move to the magic wind cloud.

Although the snow drifts on the exhibition, there is no fusion of any lines, but the power has reached the limit of this trick, directly tearing the space, and turning to the magical cloud with a slightly changed face.

"Hundreds of Shadows!"

The swordsmen who are filled with the power of the Cangwu Avenue are attacked. There are hundreds of blood shadows in the body of the magical wind, and they are hit in different forms.

"Booming..."

A dense blast sounded.

The **** shadows of the magical winds are constantly being torn by the snow and a sword, and the powerful anti-seismic force alarms the world.

"Wanhua Black Lotus!"

Looking at the **** shadows of a hundred battles, the sword was broken by the snow, and the magic wind opened his mouth, and the black lotus, which was black and inky, slammed into the air, and it was hard to resist the attack launched by the snow.

The strength of the ancestors of the mountains of the mountains is really extraordinary, but you can't change the fate of the ruined mountains." The magical clouds that faintly test the strength of the snow show a sly smile, a blood. The red **** appeared in his hand.

"Tianbao!" The snow drifted and stared at the blood in the hands of the magic cloud, whispering.

"Yes, this is my **** sect of the Western Mozong, and let me know it today. It is my Western Demon sect that inherits Tianbao, or is your sorrowful mountain inheriting Tianbao."

Speaking, the magic wind cloud injects a lot of soul power into the blood of Tianbao, and the ghostly weeping sounds of the people are accompanied by the **** sound in the blood.

"Go!"

The magical wind waved with the right hand, and the **** blood of the sky flew to the snow, directly attacking the body of the cedar body with serious injuries.

As long as the cedar piano body is destroyed, Ren Xue’s soul is strong and there is no physical control. She can’t exert the strongest soul power.

"Ethereal Sky, Tianyin."

The **** bloody meteor strikes, and the snow drifts immediately injects some of the soul into the ethereal sky, and controls the ethereal sky to knock it up. The powerful sound waves continue to smash the blood gas released by the blood.

The two top Tianbao's fierce confrontation over the main peak of the ethereal, the destructive power is not weaker than the fight between the snow and the magic wind.

"Wind binding, cracking the wind and shadow."

Snow and ethereal soul power is limited, one heart and two use, the soul power consumption is very obvious, in order to kill the magic wind cloud, solve the floating mountain crisis, she exerts a powerful secret law at any cost, attacking the magic wind cloud.

Under the control of the snow-smelling soul, there are a lot of winds around the body of the magic wind cloud, like a snake, winding around his body.

When the body of the magic wind cloud is entangled by the wind, and the reaction force appears a little slow, the wind blade that tears the heavens and the earth descends from the sky, like a light curtain, and slams into the magic cloud.

"Golden enchantress blood burning, animal soul form!"

At the critical time, the magic wind cloud dare not hide again, decisively burned the blood of the soul beast, changed into the strongest beast soul form, maximizing the strength, powerful force directly tore the wind, and fully attack the wind blade.

"Hey!"

The wind blade was completely attacked by the magical spirit of the beast, and the powerful Yu Wei was completely covered by the snake scales covering his body, without hurting him.

"Death Black Wheel."

Resist the big killings launched by the snow, the magic wind cloud decisively counterattacks, the sky blood magic knife emptied a glimpse, and several death black wheels flew out, attacking the snow at an extremely fast speed.

"Hey!"

The black wheel of death hits, and the snow flutters quickly and swings the sword of the moon. In a moment, it pierces the sword of the nine hundred and ninety-one, and resolves the attack of the death black wheel.

"End!"

"大斩魔龙刃!"

Catch the snow drifting to resist the moment of death black wheel attack, the magic wind of the beast soul form continues to attack, thirty lines of dark lines, the lines of the 20 knives quickly condense in the celestial blood knife, 斩Out of the magic dragon-like knives, like a crack in the tearing space, whistling and spreading to avoid the inevitable snow drifting.

"Ethereal Heaven!"

In a critical moment, the snow is burning and burning the soul, and the last resort is displayed.

A sinister white light flew out and smashed the smashing magic dragon's blade, and under his horrified gaze, shattered his body defense and penetrated his body. He will be hit hard.

And if Ye Chenfeng is here, he will recognize at a glance that the last moment of the snow, the power of the soul to burn the soul, is the foundation of Wandao--the power of heaven.

The power of heaven is used to reinvent the magical clouds, and the soul of the snow is becoming weak, and the fire of the soul may be extinguished at any time.

In desperation, she had to give up the idea of ​​killing the magical clouds. Under the gaze of a pair of horrified eyes, she took back the ethereal sky and controlled the body of the cedar piano to disappear into the chaotic main peak.