Stealing The Heavens

Chapter 74: Kill

Chapter 74: Killing

The sharp swordsman shook the ears of everyone, and the blue-black glazed tiles on the roof were spurred by sharp swords and hundreds of pieces were broken on the spot. Do not squat on the left arm of the high lift, two short swords of about four inches are deeply embedded in his flesh and blood, and are constantly twisting and struggling, but they are not able to earn the body's bondage.

Although it is the cultivation of the innate nutrient, it is too strong to steal the piracy. Stealing the essence of other people's blood to strengthen their own body, stealing others to cultivate themselves to enhance their own cultivation, stealing the soul fragments of others to strengthen their soul. Everything is so incredible. Therefore, although he is in the realm of invigorating the realm, he can not measure this strength.

His body has been nourished by the blood of so many people, and now it is many times stronger than the warriors of the ordinary congenital veins. The toughness of muscles and bones is almost comparable to that of the innate body. His infuriating degree of tempering is not under the martial arts.

Such a sturdy body and a strong infuriating atmosphere gathered together, not to inject all the innate waters into the left arm, his left arm suddenly became like a diamond. The two monks of the congenital fetal level were sharp, but they were clipped by the bones of the beggars. The flying swords could still only scream sharply, and they could not jump out of their arms.

The two monks who sacrificed the flying sword's two congenital fetuses stared at the two flying swords embedded in the arms of the beggars. They were all dumbfounded. Although their flying swords are not of high quality, they are also a weapon of the middle-class instrumental level. The swordsmanship is everywhere, and the ordinary armor is divided into two. Can the flesh and blood body control the flying sword? This incident is a sensational thing. Is it that he is a man of Jindan Dacheng?

The two monks glanced at each other in amazement, and they vomited a sigh of innocence, and the handcuffs screamed and shouted: "Dise!"

The two flying swords violently beat together, constantly making a sharp sword. Don't smash the blood from the place where the sword is worn by the flying sword. The bits and pieces fall on the ground that is already bloody.

Don't laugh at the two monks and pounce on them. The innate waters of the waters whirl in his left arm meridians, making a low sound of water. Two invisible vortices are formed in his left arm, and the core of the vortex is the flying sword with two handles embedded in his arm. The huge adsorption force firmly trapped the two flying swords, and they were unable to take off their hands without letting them jump.

Not only that, the so-called dripping stone wear, the unrequited true water spirits are still continually eroding away from the flying sword, wiping away the spiritual brand left by the two monks on the flying sword and the instinct to control the flying sword. . The strength of the soul is far better than the two monks of the congenital fetal level. Although it is a pair of two, the two monks are still more and more uncomfortable with the manipulation of the flying sword.

The two monks are obviously the kind of orthodox refiners. All their energies are placed on the infuriating, the flying swords, the spells and the symbols. This kind of orthodox refiner, one mind is in cultivation, although the foundation is firmly cultivated as exquisite, but the ability to adapt is lacking.

The flying sword has no power, and the two monks spit out a sigh of mouth and innocent, constantly urging the flying sword, wanting to let the flying sword out of the body of the beggar, let the sword light fall off the head. They have forgotten that the distance between them and the beggars is only a few short, and this space, even if it is the military of the peak of the day after tomorrow, is only a step in the effort.

With a sneer, I don't want to take a lot of heaven and earth aura from Tianshui Lingxian, and instantly turn into a real gas into the meridian. In vitro, the essence of the blood of seven or eight people was inhaled by his bones. In his right palm and right knee, he condensed into two explosive and explosive jade palms.

A tiger rushed to the front of the two monks, and the palm of one hand pressed the chest of the person on the left, and the knee of his right foot lifted up, and he tried his best to top the kidney outside the monk's lower body. The heaven and earth aura extracted from Tianshui Lingjindan and the blood of seven or eight sergeants were divided into two equal parts, and they were smashed into the bodies of two monks.

The bodies of the two monks suddenly swelled in a circle. After entering the **** period, all the monks of the monk converge in the body, how many old and old are old, can be more dry and ugly, can be more dry and ugly. But now the instinct and blood gas that has been forcibly bombarded by the beggars, the skin of the two monks dried up and shrinking suddenly became white and shiny, bulging like a silkworm baby.

"bad!"

Two tragedies came out, and the two real-life congenital tire-level monks had surface cracks in the thickness of their fingers. Broken jade broke out in their bodies, and people inside and outside the hall heard the dull explosions in their bodies. The blood arrows continued to spurt out of their seven scorpions, and their breaths rapidly weakened.

"Dead!" Don't look at each other and scream at the two.

As soon as the kit was moved, two poisonous thorns from Mengshan were caught in the hands, and they plunged into the eyebrows of the two. Another wave of apocalypse from the Tianshui Ling snake Dan penetrated into the brains of two monks along the spurs, and they smashed the sea of ​​Zifu, and the souls of the two became countless under the impact of the aura. Fragmentation.

The big silk hand is launched through the poisonous thorns, and the thorns have a huge suction. The two monks have been hard to repair for more than a hundred years, and they have reached the congenital state of mind. The soul of a powerful condensate is one hundred souls than the ordinary people. Aggregate. Such a huge soul is broken into pieces, stolen and extracted by the secret method, turned into pure soul particle energy, and injected into the sea.

Do not know the waves of the sea in a thousand miles of madness, the soul particles are washed away by the waves, and the traces of the breath from the two monks are washed clean. The pure soul is energized into a colorful light, and it is drilled out of the water wave. It is turned into a colorful haze floating in the sea of ​​the sea.

At this time, don't have the ability to digest and absorb such huge two soul energy. You can only temporarily store them in the sea of ​​knowledge, and slowly absorb the fusion in the future. The soul is the most important source of the cultivator. The soul is strong, and the mind is powerful. When practicing, it is not easy to be invaded by the outer demon. As long as the soul energy of these two monks is absorbed, it is much easier to enter the Golden Age in the future.

Speaking for so long, in fact, everything is just over the two or three times.

The two congenits of the congenital fetus died tragically, and the body spurted a lot of black blood, and instantly became two small groups of black lacquered meat **** of the size of a child. Then the broken jade was bursting out, and two groups of black lacquered pieces of meat exploded, and countless poisonous flesh and blood flew, scaring people inside and outside the hall for a while.

With a sneer, don't pull out the two-handed French-level flying swords that were inserted in your left arm and stuffed them into the kit.

The innate water scorpion circulates in and around the arm, constantly nourishing the wound, allowing the blood vessels and nerves to heal quickly. But these two flying swords not only killed the muscles of the beggars, but also penetrated the bones of his left arm, hurting the bone marrow inside. This is a great harm to the foundation of the practice.

For other monks, the bone marrow was traumatized, at least to take all kinds of elixir, and it took a few months to carefully rehabilitate. However, for the case of the beggars, although the injury is serious, as long as the essence of the blood of several people is stolen and filled in, the pain of the three or five days will be almost the same.

There is one more blood in the body that has just been inhaled, so don't hesitate to gather them near the wound. The hot heat rushes to the wound on the bone, and the bones and bone marrow begin to heal again at a rate that is not perceptible.

Yanhe Luo originally thought that his two personal guards could easily solve the problem. When he saw two Jianguang breaks, he was smirking and just got up from the ground. Haven't waited for him to stand firm, don't have to hurt himself in the most fierce and savage way, and then kill the two strongest congenital monks around Yanhe Luo.

Yanhe Luo, who was smirking in the sky, shook his body, and the laughter suddenly lingered in the eyes of the blind man, mutating into a strange yelling sound of the little hen. He looked at him slyly, and he couldn't understand why he had just concealed the path of the world and could kill the two strongest guards around him.

"You, you, come!" Yanhe Luo pointed his fingers, and finally only made a scream of shouting.

Outside the hall, Yan Heluo’s escorts had already rushed in, but the two monks had just exploded, and the murderous flesh and blood of the numerous black lacquers flew around, and they had to avoid them. At this time, Yanhe Luo screamed, and they pulled out the swords, and the tides rushed over.

‘铿锵’ a sword, a soft sword trembled, like a poisonous snake, wrapped around the neck of Yanhe Luo three times. The quality of the soft sword is very good. It is a weapon created by the master craftsman. The sharp sword edge is close to the neck of Yanhe Luo. The biting cold almost freezes his body, causing his sharp and screaming screams to stop.

Lu took the sword firmly and steady, and his fingers did not see the slightest shake. He clung to the Yanhe Luo body and stood still, ruthlessly whispered: "Ciwang, not only my chief doorman, but also my life and death brother. Sorry, if you want to kill him, I Just kill you!"

Yanhe Luowan yelled like a ghost: "Yan Legong, you are crazy? Can you know the consequences of killing me?"

Lu took the wind and said: "How about killing you? It’s a big deal. As long as the son has brothers and friends, where can’t you come to the world? You come to the Iron Mountain refinery It’s the door-to-door insult to me. You still want to kill my life and death brothers, kill my chief doorman, you don’t give this son a face, how does this son kill you?”

Holding the sword in the right, Lu took the left hand and took a gentle shot of Yan Heluo’s cheek. It has always been gentle and elegant. Since the wind has a subtle family, Lu Chengfeng, at this time, is also like a wild wolf forced into a desperate situation, with a fierce murderous murder.

"Yanhe Luo, can you tell this son, is your neck a flesh and blood? Can this soft sword cut your good head?"

Don't vomit a sip of blood, '桀桀' blame a smile and provoked a thumb in the wind: "Hey, you are not forcing me to throw you away in this life, no matter what? Oh, hey, really Brothers!"

The sergeants who rushed into the hall didn't dare to move. They didn't laugh and walked to Yanhe Luo. They slap in the face and hit the Yanhe Luo Dafang. They almost didn't fly out. Yan Heluo’s neck was awkward, and the Jianfeng was tight. The white oil on his neck was suddenly cut off, and the blood slammed down.

Yanhe Luo and Yan did not scream in unison: "Stop, everything is good to discuss!"

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