Looking at the sword in the cold light

The whole person kept falling, but the handle on the chest was not pulled out, and kept forcing Shang Yingluo to fall. I don't know how long she fell in this darkness. Shang Yingluo felt that she was about to die, and she lost all perception.Falling rapidly, he could feel a glimmer of light with his closed eyes, and some of the lost consciousness returned to him again. Chang Yingluo opened her eyes slightly, and she had already fallen from the darkness in the sky, and the thick clouds were no longer black. , through the pale light of winter, there is a ray of golden sunshine in the interlaced layers of clouds, and the floating clouds are floating beside him and under him.Falling down through the layers of clouds, the seemingly thick clouds are so ethereal, never felt so clearly, the pain in the chest made Shang Yingluo dizzy and barely awake.

Falling from the sky, Mida never let go of the sword in his hand, he held it tightly all the time, the blade had penetrated Shang Yingluo's chest, and there was still a long section left, but he never got any closer.The wind lifted the robes and hair of the two people and flew upwards. There were not many people left fighting on the two sides below. The situation above made them stop their movements, and they were seen falling like meteors.

It was getting closer and closer to the ground, but Shang Yingluo did not land on the ground, and was pushed back by the sword.Backing away quickly, Chang Yingluo's back was stuck to the Buddha statue, and it didn't stop there. The Buddha statue as tall as several people shattered and shattered, and the broken stones of the Buddha statue flew in all directions. The air wall that was as smooth as a transparent mirror turned into powder, and the cold killing intent in Mida's eyes never diminished.Several Buddha statues were cracked in a row, and the next one was the largest one, reaching only to its ankles. Its hands were clasped together, and its eyes formed a thin line of endless compassion, and its ears were perpendicular to its shoulders.Mida lifted the hilt vigorously with his arm, lifted the long sword upwards, and nailed Chang Yingluo to the knee of the Buddha statue.

Suddenly everything around stopped, and Shang Yingluo barely opened her eyes, first she saw the cold blade, looked down at the too long blade, and finally saw Mida's upturned face, his blood was flowing down the blade Go, he lost even the strength to move his fingers, Mi Da's face looked a little blurry, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, Chang Yingluo moved his lips with difficulty: "The result...is that so..."

The blood on Chang Yingluo's chest flowed down along the blade of the sword. Because the sword was tilted, it was difficult for the blood to drip halfway. The blood poured red on the blade of the sword. He took out the red sword, and then dropped it onto Mida's hand along the hilt.The back of Mida's hands and fingers were covered with blood, the blood that had passed through the blade was still warm on his hands, his golden-brown pupils changed slightly, as if they were also stained by the blood, A little bit of dark red was vaguely seen.

There was silence all around, and Foxiang suddenly lost the desire to fight.Above, a white Taoist silhouette with clothes fluttering like a fairy, and the passing smoke from the ancient tomb drifting down. When he came down, he saw such a scene. He knew that Chang Yingluo must not be the opponent of Mida. She couldn't survive to this day either, and Shang Yingluo would definitely die if she went on like this.Guling Shiyan looked at Mida's back, and quietly squeezed his sword fingers under the wide sleeves. A faint white light flickered on his fingertips. It was a very weak power that no one noticed. Of course, it is impossible now. to pay attention to him.But Gu Ling's death smoke was quickly withdrawn, he couldn't plot against Mi Da like this, Mi Da would definitely turn against him, it was useless to say anything, and he still hadn't got what he wanted, so he had to use another method.

Just as Gu Ling Shiyan was thinking, a force suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and Gu Ling Shiyan had never been in contact with this force.Mida's expression changed suddenly, and a peaceful white light came from the wound on Changyingluo's chest, and Mida bounced away. Mida held the sword back and stabbed back. Entering the figure of a broken Buddha statue, he stopped for a while, with a slightly surprised and sarcasm expression on his face, he suddenly said: "The ghost lingers."

Shang Yingluo was very surprised, not sure what was going on, he remembered that this power was Yu Bodhi, and Yu Bodhi had passed away in his heart for many years, and he didn't know why this power that didn't belong to him suddenly appeared in his body.The soft white light held Yingluo down, and the floating white light formed the figure of Yu Bodhi. The illusory figure raised his hand and pressed his chest. The fatal wound healed a lot, and he had the strength to fight again.

"Guangzun?" Before Shang Yingluo finished speaking, that phantom figure disappeared.

The scene of astonishment did not last long, but the situation of the battle was reversed.Mita's surprise quickly calmed down. He wasn't quite sure that Yu Bodhi had died completely, but he didn't expect that there was a wisp of vitality left in Shang Yingluo's body. The broken soul is extremely fragile, but unfortunately Shang Yingluo still doesn't understand what's going on.

"Blood Seal Burial Wheel!" Mida's cold gaze became more murderous, he put away his sword, and luckily in both palms, a stream of black was flowing in the translucent red light, this misty light was very strange and distorted It expands, forming various strange patterns, among which there are a few strands of shining blue, the snow on the ground is rolled up and fluttering, and the snowflakes all over the sky are thicker than when it snowed.

The weird and blurred patterns are not dazzling, but such colors and chaotic patterns still make people dazzled. One can vaguely see the figure of Mida inside, and even the surrounding scenery is distorted by it.After the first battle failed, she had to continue, Shang Yingluo pinched her Dharma fingers with both hands, and the Buddha's light reappeared.

Guling Shiyan had already made a plan, and he would not hesitate at this moment. His eyes froze, and the distorted scenery could not hinder his vision. The sword was thrown upwards, and the figure flew up, stretching out his hand to grasp the hilt accurately, and the spike of the sword swept across Guling Siyan's arm.

With a crisp sound, Kunwu was out of the sheath.

"Human sword!" Guling Shiyan snorted, and continued to fly towards Mida, wisps of blue smoke surrounded him, even in this strange and gorgeous dark circle of light, he still floated like a fairy, with a light twist of his wrist, Kun I spun around for a while, the light of the blade flashed quickly, Kunwu turned into a puff of green smoke, and behind Guling Shiyan's hands behind his back, Kunwu appeared in his hands.Kunwu, who was behind him, appeared several phantoms one after another, and the figure of the ancient mausoleum passed away flickering, getting closer and closer each time, approaching Mi Da with a sword in the blink of an eye.

Mida is sandwiched between the two, on the left is the dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum, and on the right is Chang Yingluo. The blue light on the sword tip of the dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum and the golden light of Shang Yingluo are both approaching. A black airflow appeared in the palm.Guling Shiyan's sword was blocked by the air current, making it difficult to get close, and Chang Yingluo's palm wind was also difficult to move.Guling Shiyan suddenly let go of the hilt, and the finger of the sword pressed against the top of the hilt. The cyan air current enveloped the blue light on the sword body. Breaking through the black air flow in Mida's palm, the tip of the sword pierced into the palm, and a drop of blood oozes from the palm.

Feeling a slight pain in his palm, he glanced towards the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum, Mi Da breathed out again, a huge air current erupted from his body, shaking the left and right people away, and the snow on the ground splashed like a wall.Guling Shiyan retreated a few steps in succession, the fishy sweetness in his throat was suppressed forcibly, and Shang Yingluo did the same, only the injury was more serious.

"Earth sword!" Guling Shiyan didn't have any intention of retreating. He said in a deep voice, and drew half a circle on the snow with his sword, looking directly at the snow wall surrounding Mida that hadn't fallen yet. With a wave of the sword, the translucent The blue sword energy suddenly came out, and the center of the sword energy was translucent white. The fierce sword energy hit with a "swish", smashing the snow wall, and the snow scattered like sand, revealing Mida's figure.

Mida turned to face the sword energy, and struck out a palm, the purple ring collided with the sword energy, and a transparent luster flashed in the middle of the ring, and after a sound, both the purple ring and the sword energy disappeared.Guling Shiyan and Chang Yingluo attacked Mida again, Guling Shiyan's swords were fierce and fast, the swords passed by, Mida dodged sideways, but was a step late, Kunwu's sword edge After scratching his arm, a streak of blood appeared, Gu Ling's side face flashed away, and his silver-gray hair brushed his cheek.

Chang Yingluo stopped her movements, and he really saw that Mida's arm was indeed scratched by Guling Shiyan, but he thought it was very weird. It would be good if Guling Shiyan wanted to help him, maybe it was because he was hurt too much before. Because of the weight, he always felt that Guling Shiyan was making random moves, and Mi Da was not very active in fighting Guling Shiyan.Chang Yingluo glanced at the ancient mausoleum with cold eyes, recited a mantra in her mouth, and was about to attack the ancient mausoleum, when she saw a majestic purple aura attacking Mi Da from the corner of her eye.

The moment Shang Yingluo looked at Guling Shiyan, Guling Shiyan knew what Shang Yingluo meant, and while Shang Yingluo was responding to Mida's attack, his body moved, leaving behind a series of afterimages, and when his figure became clear again When he came behind Shang Yingluo, his palm had already gathered energy, and he hit Shang Yingluo's back with one palm.

When the golden light collided with the purple air again and stirred up layers of snowflakes, Shang Yingluo let out a cry of pain, her back and internal organs ached, she leaned forward, and spit out a mouthful of blood on the snow, which was dazzlingly red.

You can't die once, but you can't escape death either. Mida is about to seize this opportunity, and he draws up his true energy with both hands, and his true energy explodes. At that moment, "Ah!" Sudden heart pain was unbearable, Mi Da let out a low cry of pain, he put away the blue light condensed in his hand, and made a fist with five fingers.

A look of confusion appeared on Gu Ling Shiyan's face, and the soft white light appeared on Shang Yingluo's body again, making him unable to get close. His figure flashed, and he came to Mi Da's side, supported Mi Da's arm, and quickly sized Mi Da At a glance, I guessed that it was probably the pain in the chest, and asked eagerly, "What's going on?!"

"It's him again... My heart hurts so much!" Mita frowned, his heart hurt so much that he found it hard to speak, he grabbed the wrist of Guling Shiyan and supported his hand, he glanced at the battlefield, His heart hurt so badly that he couldn't continue to fight. There were several times like this a long time ago, and he hated it to death, so he gave an order helplessly. "retreat!"

Guling Shiyan felt pain in his wrist, and saw that there was a drop of cold sweat streaming down Mida's forehead. Regardless of whether Mida could continue to fight, whether this battle could not continue, he was still a little puzzled, but more worried With regret, she looked at Shang Yingluo for the last time: "I'm on the brink of defeat...withdraw!"

There are not many troops left in the Desire Realm on the battlefield, and there are even fewer people in the Buddha Land. Everyone in the Desire Realm thought they would win a big victory, but they did not expect such a weird ending. The figure turned into smoke and disappeared, and the demon soldiers from the Desire Realm had no choice but to leave.