After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

This blood mist... the man from 300 years ago...

Ling Yang raised his head abruptly, and through the crimson mist, the girl's figure gradually became blurred. She was dressed in black with blood pupils, and her temples were covered with frost. The demon who was born out of the sky stood at the mouth of the gorge, holding a bright knife, and her eyes were cold.

She almost wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, she had already guessed that the man could not be buried in Shiling so easily, and sure enough, she came back again.Ling Yang teleported, dodging the old jiao's claws, and shouted: "You still criticize me? What right do you have to criticize me? Mingluan, Mingluan, what you are doing now is not what I did back then?"

Peiyu's face remained unchanged, "I'm different from you."

Ling Yang laughed, "It's different? What's the difference! What I picture is Wuhua, what you picture is Xiaobai!" Her voice gradually turned cold, "What's the difference between us?"

Pei Yu frowned very lightly, and swung the knife, the chill pierced the heart and lungs, and pierced the bone marrow.

On the dark rock wall, snow-white frost slowly condenses.

The ground is full of frost and thick as snow.

There is blood mist everywhere above Lingyang Jun's head, the unfathomable light of swords, the old Jiao who has been dormant for thousands of years under his feet, and the boiling river of the power of heaven, she wants to use the blood escape technique to transform her body into fog In an instant, the blood mist surrounded her tightly, trapping her within an inch.

Holding a knife, the girl slowly walked from the mist, and the blood-colored mist bloomed under her feet, like lotus growing every step of the way.

"I'm different from you." Peiyu raised the knife, and the frosty light of the knife flickered in the mist, "I won't hurt her, never again."

Ling Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, with his hands behind his back and his long sleeves fluttering, "You wanted to persuade me to turn around just now, but now, kill me?"

Peiyu: "No, I still advise you to turn around."

Ling Yang seemed to hear something ridiculous, and couldn't help but curl his lips, "Should I laugh at your naivety, or at your stupidity."

Peiyu remained calm, "It's not ridiculous."

"Okay," Ling Yang tilted his head, "How do you persuade me?"

"move."

The mist is crimson and misty, and Peiyu's white clothes are fluttering in the red mist, like a cool snowflake in the fireworks.

Her figure was very fast, and she saw a flash of white light, like a round of pale cold moon scimitars, covering the sky and fields with frosty moonlight.

Lingyang was dragged by the blood mist, and it was inconvenient to move, so he had to raise the loneliness wrapped in the devilish energy, and there was a loud noise, the two soldiers collided, and fireflies splashed everywhere.

The old Jiao let out a loud roar, and a cluster of sparks surrounded by purple thunder rose up, and the fierce flames spread across the river, like lotus flowers blooming.

The white steam mixed with the blood mist, and the vision became more and more blurred.

Lord Lingyang frowned: "Aren't you Mingluan?"

The blow just now made her realize that the young girl's cultivation base is only the golden core, but Ming Luan has already become a god, so how could she only have the golden core?

Wushuang changed his moves in an instant, and a flood of autumn water and cold river came, imprinted with Peiyu's cold eyebrows.

All over the sky, there are silver and white snowflakes.

Her movements were too fast, and as far as she could see, she was just an afterimage.Ling Yang only had time to raise the knife, and a sharp long cry cut through the sky, and the gravel rolled down into the abyss, splashing huge water.

A black sleeve was cut off, and it was floating in the air.

Ling Yang looked serious, "Who the hell are you?"

The girl waved the knife again: "Peiyu." She has always been just Peiyu.

In the blink of an eye, the two swords struck each other several times, there was almost no gap, only sparks splashed and the light of the sword floated.

Wushuang has stayed in Zhuoyu Peak for more than 300 years, but until today, Lingyang finally saw its original appearance——

The body of the knife is like white jade, shiny and glowing, with red threads swimming. When the knife is swung, the surging spiritual power rushes towards it. The silvery light of the knife and the blood-red flowing fire are like snow floating on the clouds, and the glow of the sun dyes the emerald mountain.

Only in Peiyu's hands can Wushuang show its demeanor of a peerless magic weapon.

Gorgeous knife, unparalleled people.

Ling Yang waved her sleeves, the demonic energy transformed into form, and an extremely hard dark armor covered her body.Gu Jue is infused with magic energy, brilliance flourishes and shines brightly.

What she gave Xie Canglan in the past was originally a magic knife.

"Let's fight, whether you are Peiyu or Mingluan, let me see if you can compare to your master."

The magic energy condensed into a handle, Ling Yang held the handle, and Mo Dao pointed at Peiyu.

The surrounding fire was blazing, and the steaming white steam was vast.

Peiyu cut her knife horizontally, the blade reflected her cold eyes.

The two knives intersected again, and the surging demonic energy rolled over. Peiyu quickly retreated a few steps, and Mo Dao followed closely, splitting the blood mist in half.

Supported by Wushuang, Peiyu pressed her waist down to avoid the sharpest knife.

Lingyang WeChat public account Juqiyingshe changed its tactics in an instant, slashing horizontally and slashing at her, as if trying to split her in two.

Wushuang followed suit, Peiyu's body turned around, her wide sleeves stretched out, like a white bird spreading its wings, she dodged briskly.

In just a few breaths, the two exchanged hundreds of moves.

Every blow of the deep black Mo Dao carried the momentum of thunder.The blade comes first, and the devilish energy comes later, showing its sharpness.

Peiyu changed her attack, only defending but not attacking, her feet stepped on gravel and fallen leaves, and the rock wall was covered with deep knife marks.

Lingyang has already been a Nascent Soul, and is more familiar with various ancient formations. Although Peiyu is extraordinary, it is only a golden elixir.

Before the absolute cultivation was suppressed, Peiyu seemed to be struggling left and right, her temples were soaked with sweat, and her white clothes were stained with dust.

"It's time to end." Ling Yang held the knife in both hands, and slashed straight down. The demonic energy was tumbling, covering the sky, and followed the knife towards Peiyu.

"It turns out that you are not as good as your master, too," Ling Yang smiled, feeling a little lost, "How can there be a second Huaibai in this world?"

The blood mist gradually dissipated, Ling Yang couldn't bear to see the white clothes stained with blood, and sighed softly, "Even if it's for Xiaobai, I won't let you live, it's only because you are so extraordinary..."

Before the words fell, there was a clear and clear knife sound in the mist.

A white figure broke through the fog and jumped up, like a crane with wings spread.

The light of the knife is radiant, covering the sky and covering the earth, like light snowflakes and little stars.

The wind was howling, the white clothes were hunting, a huge water column was raised on the river, and then the water column exploded one by one, splashing everywhere.

The demonic energy and spiritual power in Peiyu's body exploded at the same time, and a huge yin-yang fish unfolded behind her.With every step she took, there was a circulating Tai Chi under her feet, and the eternal lightning fire on Lao Jiao's body was drawn into the Tai Chi.Black and white kept spinning, getting faster and faster, and finally merged into one, turning into chaos.

Peiyu opened her eyes, with frost and snow in them, ruthless and indifferent.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, good fortune is work; yin and yang are dust, and all things are copper.

And at this moment, she is the sharpest knife tempered by heaven and earth, good fortune, yin and yang, and all things.

She swung the saber and returned all the saber techniques that Lingyang had just performed.

The sword skills of the two are exactly the same, except that Lingyang uses the magic breath, while she borrows the power of fortune, the yin and yang energy from the old Jiao.

Her figure was getting faster and faster, the light of the knife was like a lingling moon, shooting stars everywhere.

It has been suppressed for a long time, and once it explodes, it will be hearty!

Hold the knife and look after the eight wastes independently!

Ling Yang was horrified, he didn't dare to look directly at his sharp edge, and quickly backed away.

The magic energy turned into more than a dozen extremely strong barriers, blocking them in front of them.But under Wushuang, the devilish energy dissipated like clouds and smoke, and Peiyu came to Lingyang in just a moment.

Wushuang pressed against her magic armor.

Previously Lingyang danced 180 and six forms, now Peiyu returns all the 86 forms.

"There is one last formula."

The light of the knife fell like rain, Ling Yang had nowhere to escape, his eyes were wide open, only a patch of whiteness remained in them.

The 180 and six styles were fused together to form the final move. The wind was strong and the water splashed in all directions. Lao Jiao dived deep to avoid its sharp edge.

Wushuang swiped down, the magic armor collapsed like water, and the speckled sparks dissipated in the air like fireflies.

Ling Yang frowned in surprise, recovered from the shock, and lowered his head to see that the armor on his body had been torn apart.

Peiyu instinctively went one step further, but she just put the knife back into its sheath and bowed to Lingyang: "Thanks to my uncle for teaching me, I would like to repay the last trick by naming it, I wonder if it is possible?"

"Put peaches in return?" Ling Yang was stunned, stroked his long hair at the side of his temples, shook his head and smiled lowly: "I take back what I said, you are better than your master."

Peiyu quickly retorted: "No, I am far inferior to Master!"

Ling Yang said with a smile: "Return peaches to plums? It's a pity that people in the world don't often reciprocate peaches and plums, but often repay kindness with grievances, nephew, let me teach you the last lesson." She flipped her hands, and a black square seal appeared on her palms, and then Lingyang Without hesitation, he crushed the square seal in his hand, and a little bit of black powder floated away.

"This is?"

As if receiving an order, red beams of light shot up into the sky in every area of ​​the secret realm, connecting them in the sky.

A strange symbol circulates in the air.

Peiyu raised her head, looking a little dazed.

"Goodbye, nephew." After crushing Fang Yin, Ling Yang's figure gradually distorted, "I hope that next time we meet, you can reciprocate."

……

The moment the red beam of light appeared, Sheng Ji suddenly felt that the spiritual energy in his body stagnated, and he fell from a high altitude, and he was about to fall into the bubbling muddy water.

He closed his eyes in love, and the stench came to his nostrils, but then there was a gentle fragrance.

He opened his eyes, he was still a foot away from the quagmire, something caught him by his collar, and he wobbled to the side until he reached the shore before the thing put him down.

"Thank you, Qian..." Sheng Ji opened his mouth wide in surprise.

In front of him is a small, exquisite and cute spirit beast, white like a dumpling, with two small wings fluttering behind him, two round eyes, a little red between the eyebrows, surpassing all the reds in this world.

"Red beast?" Sheng Ji was a little surprised. Spiritual beasts often live in places with beautiful mountains and rivers. How can there be spiritual beasts in such a place where the spiritual energy is exhausted?Could it be that the Red Red Beast was hunted almost to extinction and had to find this place to survive?

He thought for a while and asked, "You've been following me just now?"

The red beast nodded.

He turned his head to look at the red beam of light rising into the sky, "Do you know what that is?"

The little beast shook his head.

The little beast's hair is white and fluffy, and its eyes are dark and moist, like two grapes.

Sheng Ji felt itchy to see it, knelt down, patted its head, and said with a smile, "Thank you for saving me."

The Red Red Beast obediently rubbed his finger.

There was a soft and warm touch from his fingertips, with a smile in his eyes, and a gentle voice: "What are you doing with me? Do you want me to take you out?"

The red beast shook its head, bit the corner of his sleeve, waved its small wings, and flew in another direction.

"Where are you taking me?"

Sheng Ji was held forward, turned his head to look at the red beam of light, he didn't understand what had changed in the secret realm, the spiritual flow in his body was blocked, and he was worried about his friend's situation.

But when he thought of a certain legend in Gushan, he suddenly had no time to think about it, and felt cold all over his body——

Can you form a bond with the Red Red Beast in the secret realm?

He stared at the petite Bai Tuanzi in front of him, horrified - this guy wouldn't take advantage of the situation and tie him back to be the villager, right?