Shenzhou Town Demon Records

Chapter 463

When the two swords were about to collide, Shentu let out a sharp shout, and the Giant Devouring Sword flew out of his hand, drawing an extremely strange arc, and cut Di Cangqiong's neck backwards.At the same time, ten percent of fierce energy gathered in his palm, and when he twisted his body, he ruthlessly attacked Di Cangqiong's flank.

The art of controlling the sword, the combination of the palm and the sword, suddenly becomes a deadly move.When something unexpected happened, I saw Di Cangqiong's sword fingers flexed, and his concentrated force flicked into the void. The giant devouring sword was instantly pulled, and the sharp edge turned on the spot, and it slashed towards Shentu Li's chest, which was about to be attacked.

Shen Tuli was unexpectedly surprised, he had no choice but to seek self-protection first, stopped his body and grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and took advantage of the situation to cut Di Cangqiong's neck again.

But at the moment when his palm touched the hilt of the sword, Shentu suddenly felt a burst of sword energy penetrating through his body, and then it was like thunder, hitting his heart, it was clearly the heart-piercing sword Gu!

Shen Tuli's shock was no small matter, he almost blurted out, fortunately this move is a technique of his own school, he is familiar with it in his heart, he decisively discarded the sword and flew back, at the same time he stretched out his fingers to seal the key acupoint on the heart, and finally closed The insidious sword energy is isolated from the outside.

But the unique technique created by the red devil Lu Jieping can be easily dispelled, this sword energy must find a way to vent.Immediately afterwards, there was only a muffled crackling sound, and when the sword energy slanted out sideways, a blood mist shot up into the sky, exploding from Shentuli's left shoulder with a bang.

Shen Tuli endured the severe pain, stepped back and at the same time stretched out several fingers to seal the blood vessels again, finally stabilized his footsteps, but half of his body was already in numbness.

Di Cangqiong slanted the Giant Devouring Sword with one hand, and looked at Shen Tuli with a look of disdain, but it seemed to reveal a bit of pity.

There was a sudden silence in the arena, and then only Di Cangqiong said in a concentrated voice: "Your Kongtong faction's martial arts are extensive and profound. If you devote yourself to studying them, they are enough to stand out from the crowd. But if you want to rely on foreign methods and rely on opportunism to win, I am afraid." I really feel sorry for the Red Devils."

Shen Tuli forcibly suppressed the churning blood in his chest, and said in a hoarse voice for a moment: "Thank you for your reminder, senior. If that's the case, I will use the unique knowledge of the Kongtong School to learn the tricks."

However, he lost his sword and was injured after two moves, and now he is even more unable to move his body. No one could have imagined that Shen Tuli would still not admit defeat.

Zhan Meiling was about to speak out to persuade, but Qiu Bosong beside him sighed softly: "Brother is stubborn, it's useless to say it, let's wait and see what happens."

Zhan Meiling froze for a moment, and while she was pondering, she saw Shen Tuli's right arm raised high above the head, five fingers clenched into a fist, and then the whole arm made a crackling sound.

Everyone looked at each other, and couldn't help but change their colors. At this moment, they suddenly heard the sound of cracking silk, and when the ochre-colored sleeves were completely scattered, the huge bronze-colored arms that were as hot as cannonballs were already holding the sky.

Di Cangqiong's face finally showed a dignified expression, and he said in a low voice while looking coldly and contemptuously: "It hurts people eight hundred times, and destroys oneself three thousand times. It seems that you are determined to fight me to the death?"

Shentu said resolutely: "The head of the sect has a life, so he should die."

Di Cangqiong raised his eyebrows, and finally sighed softly: "Since this is the case, I will allow you to prove the truth as the last move."

Shenzhou Jianjue, meeting at the summit, seeing Sima Yu fall into the crypt, Murong Zhuo raised his brows steeply, sneered and followed him like a maggot on the tarsus bone, the ice sword condensed again for a moment, and a ray of snow-bright sword light followed Out of nowhere, he vowed to capture the leader of Liuyang, who has been a lifelong bandit.

Filled with hatred and pleasure, Murong Zhuo's usually indifferent eyes were dyed a strange ice blue color.

Just as the dust was settling, two streaks of blood red that could devour everything suddenly shot out from Sima Yu's eyes, just like the hellish wind piercing through the sky, smashing the ice blue in front of him.

Unbelievable astonishment, after all, it is impossible to recover the loss of this move. At the moment when the ice sword shattered, I suddenly heard Shura Mingyin flying from behind Sima Yu's back, and the bloodthirsty snake blade fell on the chest with the force of swallowing the sky. Halberd · Santudu!

The art of controlling the sword!

These four words just flashed in his mind, and Murong Zhuo's palms had already used all their strength to capture the life-demanding demon soldier.

The spiritual sense endowed by the "Taoist Mysterious Solution" instantly rises to the peak, and what you know and feel is like thousands of ghosts and evil roaring in your ears, wanting to crush people's hearts.

Eternal Daozhen, a generation of sword masters, in this moment of life and death, they complement each other even more. At the moment of exhaustion, the sound of suppressing demons finally overwhelms the ancient magic law.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when the magic rhythm of horror came to an abrupt end, the red devil suddenly heard the sound of the broken string, and the scorching sword energy surged into the body through the sharp edge of the snake blade, and then unstoppably came straight to the heart.

Heart Piercing Sword Gu!

Unexpectedly, Sima Yu also hid this insidious move, Murong Zhuo had no time to recover, and was severely injured on the spot, and finally couldn't help splashing vermilion at the mouth, and when he staggered and retreated violently, his complexion instantly turned pale as death.

Just now he tried his best to stop his figure, but Murong Zhuo felt a sharp pain in his heart, which made this generation of sword masters kneel down.

Sorrowful and unwilling eyes swept over, and saw that Sima Yu was also in a dejected state. Although he was barely standing upright with the support of the evil halberd, the bewitching red light in his eyes was no longer as good as the candle sparks.

It seems that the battlefield where the drums are rumbling is gradually becoming silent, leaving only the endless sadness of the decaying grass and cold wind. Yesterday we were friends, but now we are bandits. When our eyes meet, there is a bit of regret and hatred.

One is in pain, and is exhausted, while the other is with white hair scattered and blood all over his body.Whether it is a hero or a hero, even if he is famous in China, he will not escape the end of the road.

At the moment when the scarlet demon light faded away, Sima Yu sighed, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you insist on doing what you can, and end up harming yourself and others, are you truly satisfied now?"

Murong Zhuo tried his best to stand up, endured the severe pain in his heart, and slowly shook his head, "I underestimated you is my own fault, but you are not innocent to be able to control this kind of evil soldiers."

Sima Yu laughed at himself, then looked up at the sky for a moment and said: "So what if I am not innocent, I am afraid that I will die without a place to die, even if I have a thousand ambitions, it will be in vain, you said that it is a lifetime regret to talk to me , but how can it match my endless regrets?"

There was joy in Murong Zhuo's eyes, he nodded slightly and said: "If your ambition is enough to destroy the world, then I dragged you to go together today, and it should be regarded as a kind of atonement."

Sima Yu was stunned when he heard that, and then he smiled wryly: "Forget it, if I knew you were hopeless, why should I waste my time talking? It's a pity that you and my two good heads will be taken away by others to pretend to be famous. Stepping stone."

When Murong Zhuo heard the words, he was not taking it seriously, but suddenly he heard a clear dragon chant, he followed the sound in astonishment, and saw a blue shirt floating towards him like a proud shadow lingering against the wind.

Sima Yu also stared clearly, with a more wry smile on his face, and then he just heard leisurely reciting with the wind:

"The old man chatted about being a young man, holding the yellow on the left and holding the green on the right. The brocade hat and the sable fur, and the thousand riders rolled up the Hiraoka. To report the allure, follow the prefect, shoot the tiger by himself, and watch Sun Lang. The wine is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty. , so why not. Chijie Yunzhong, when will Feng Tang be dispatched. He will hold the eagle bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot Sirius."

(End of this chapter)