long night walk

Chapter 475 I am your ancestor

Yingxiu remembered that this young man should only be Takumi.

Tuo Hai's punch directly hit Chengling God Attendant severely, not to mention that there is a fairy weapon in the sky to suppress it.

Since ancient times, there are only geniuses like his father Yu Jianzhu who can really achieve indiscriminateness under crossing the catastrophe.

The god attendant standing in front of Ying Xiu's eyes turned cold, and the light in his palm flickered. Amidst the exclamation of everyone, he even summoned an immortal weapon.

It was a fairy weapon in the form of a warhammer. He smashed it to the ground, and with the violent shaking, the sharp soil thorns stretched all the way in the direction of Bailian.

Bai Lian's figure kept flickering, layers of fire rings formed under his feet, and all the soil thorns passed by, none of them could hit.

At this time, a thick coffin board had already appeared in his hands, and there was a thunderous swaying sound, and the face of the god servant changed slightly, and he raised his hammer to greet him without hesitation.

The sharp end of the hammer's tail hit the heavy coffin surface, and the servant couldn't help but let out a low growl, and buried his legs in the ground.

The clothes on his arms exploded with a click.

at last……

The face of Suzaku's coffin was cracked by the heavy hammer of the fairy weapon.

But before the servant had time to be proud, there was light seeping out of the crack, and the faint red light flicked across his eyes.

His pair of eyeballs were snatched out of the eye sockets in the air, and there were strands of bright red tendons wrapped around the back of the eyeballs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He screamed in pain.

The Suzaku coffin sank with a bang, and completely merged with the ground. The screams stopped abruptly, and blood spewed out from under the coffin.

Bai Lian stood on the Suzaku coffin, looked sideways at the child, with a calm expression, as if what he was trampling under his feet was not a human life.

"The cattle and sheep in the cage know how to struggle in vain for a long time when they are ready to be slaughtered, and they will not give up until the moment of death. People who can dominate the life and death of cattle and sheep are not even as good as poultry in the end."

A smile finally appeared on the child's cold and rigid face.

The leader's gaze finally became dignified. He stretched out his arms, and the large umbrella suspended in the sky was splashed with flames.

In the burning light, a huge monster with the body of a bull and the face of a tiger roared out.

The eight iron hooves stepped on the wind, thunder and lightning, and the four gods guarding the tribe couldn't bear the roar of the monster, and they couldn't stop trembling.

"It's actually an umbrella soul weapon spirit!" The face of the head of the tribe who looked like a child changed slightly. He walked in one step and came to Bai Li'an's side, raising his hand and hitting a towering sword finger.

A finger was burned away, but was bitten by the weapon spirit, and it was instantly shattered.

The child's face was ashen, and he said: "If I can have a sword at this moment, a mere beast is only worthy of crawling!"

Hearing what he said, Bai Lian didn't know why, but the first thing that came to mind was the graceful sword of the demon woman when she rescued them from the mouth of the big snake.

At this time, in the long wind of heaven and earth, there seemed to be a faint wind and snow blowing towards the face.

But the hidden star sky did not snow.

There was a sudden polite knock on the door.

Everyone couldn't help but look towards the door.

The gate of the tribe has long been overturned by the servants of the gods, and there is no way to cover the entrance.

The woman in red clothes and black clothes stood on the generous stone gate, the faint starlight in the distance seemed to cast a layer of cold halo on her body, the exquisite and beautiful face had a kind of indescribable elegance and sacredness in the backlight .

She was tapping on the stone door very politely with the tail of the scabbard in her hand.

She tilted her head and smiled, and inadvertently, a strand of blue silk slipped from her shoulders, revealing her bright earlobes dotted with bright red moles.

"I heard the aroma of the food from afar, and I am very greedy. I don't know if there is roasted venison today?"

Yun Rong was wearing a black and red sword robe that had already been stained with blood and mottled, and the special icy evil spirit of a ghoul still remained between the hem of the clothes, and the cloud boots under his feet were covered with red mud and dust.

She came from afar, and fought the endless ghouls and monsters in the tide of darkness for a whole night!
This crazy woman!

She strayed into the world of the Bronze Gate, but she still has leisure and elegance to refresh her mind by sharpening swords with ghouls and demons? !
Killing ghouls with swords and fierce demons, and then brazenly knocking on the door to beg for a bowl of roasted venison?

It seems that the sky and the earth are big, nothing bigger than practicing swords and eating.

Tianxi's fourth sword is really strange.

The head of the god attendant also felt the lingering evil spirit from the ghoul killing from this soft and snowy woman, and his complexion changed drastically, as if he saw some monster, and said sharply, "Who are you?"

Before Yunrong could answer, the child-like chief of the tribe seemed to be illuminated by starlight in his dark brows, extremely bright. He bent his lips and smiled, and said, "The Thirteen Swords of Tianxie, the Sword of Washing Snow."

As soon as the words fell, the Xuexue Sword under Yunrong's palm came out of its sheath in response, and it landed in the child's palm with a clear and clear sound of swords in the sky and earth.

The sword arc brought up by the leap lit up a bright and cold clear light, the clear light flashed, and the silver threads flashed randomly.

Like fine and continuous snow, against the sky.

Snow light covered under the big umbrella, then penetrated silently, and continued to go up.

The extremely rare top-grade fairy weapon was really poked into countless holes in the child's hands like this, and the spirit body of the weapon with the body of a bull and the head of a tiger was also torn apart immediately, unwilling to disperse.

The child casually held a few beautiful sword flowers, and the necks of the remaining eight god servants spurted blood at the same time, and then fell to the ground and died.

He looked at Yunrong very seriously, and said in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

Yun Rong looked at the sword in his hand with a puzzled look on her face, and she said, "Tianxi Sword Sect, Yun Rong. Who are you?"

The child laughed loudly, and the joy in his eyes could not be hidden: "I am your ancestor!"

Yun Rong was startled for a moment, then looked him up and down seriously for a long time, her brows, which were slightly frowned because of confusion, slowly relaxed, she smiled slightly, and said, "Ancestor, do you still have roasted venison?"

This "ancestor" was called very unrespectfully because of the child's immature and cute appearance, and he lost respect.

Inside the room, a pair of water-shearing pupils suddenly opened, and the candle wick that had been extinguished last night lightly cracked, and was rekindled like a torch.

The girl lying between her legs frowned slightly, as if she had been enduring some unbearable pain in her body all night, the white hair on her cheeks was drenched with sweat, her white teeth clenched her pale lips slowly Released, Fang Geyu asked: "What's wrong?"

Yun Rong's slender and slender fingers fell on the girl's slender back, and the sword intent surged at the fingertips.

There are traces of bright red veins on the smooth skin, trying to occupy and erode her Baihui acupoint, which is the actual form of the evil god's terrifying consciousness.

The turbid breath of the big snake's demonization has undoubtedly become the best nutrient for the growth of the evil god.

The evil god Jiyuan, who originally only resided in the body of the sword, is now tightly attached to Fang Geyu's body and soul.

At this moment, between Fang Geyu and Jiyuan, it is like black and white water and thick ink, completely integrated, and it is difficult to separate.

It took Yun Rong a whole night, but he could only put three sword seals on her body, temporarily delaying the erosion of the evil god's consciousness.

(End of this chapter)