Campus belle's cultivation master

The intense heat wave is rising, the surging magma is bubbling, red and continuous, in the bright pupil depth, imprinted with a touch of scarlet.

"It's a surprise." Lin Yu stared at Shenmu Youliang without blinking. He was silent for a long time. Then he slowly said, "you are the first one who can escape..."

The black magic wheel is here, and there is no battle on the road. The ancestor of Ji family was hanged into reincarnation, and the old ghost of Wushan was also hanged into reincarnation. Only the invincible Sabre Saint Shenmu Youliang escaped with his seriously injured body

But it can't be taken for granted that hell doesn't accept Shenmu Youliang's life. It just represents his strength. He has to be stronger than Ji's ancestors and Wushan's ghosts to survive.

Shenmu Youliang's wound is dripping blood. From his left shoulder to his right waist, there is nothing left. This kind of damage is more serious than the waist chop. Had it not been for the demigod's body and extraordinary cultivation, he would have been dead for a long time.

"Lin Zixuan, I've seen it. You... You're really powerful. I... I'm not wronged when I lose... "He twisted his neck in pain. His mouth was foaming with blood. His voice was hoarse and hard, but his eyes suddenly burst out with a strong mania," I... I know your secret, you... Don't belong here... "

Lin Yu gently picked the tip of his brow and asked, "Oh? What do you see behind the wheel? "

Shenmu has a ferocious cheek and a gloomy smile: "do you want to know, or are you fishing?"

"I want to know." Lin Yu looked down at him with a calm voice. "Tell me, in exchange, I can spare your life..."

Before his voice fell, shinmu Youliang burst out laughing: "ha ha ha ha ha... Spare my life? Chinese evil, is that your mercy? "

The rest of his body convulsed violently, and he immediately grasped Lin Yu's ankle with his only hand, just like a withered eagle's claw clenched the branch.

"Lin Zixuan, you won." He took a hard breath. His bloody face was covered with a ferocious smile. He said in a hoarse voice, "kill me. That's what you should do now."

Lin Yu gazed at him quietly, pondering for a long time, but his voice was steady: "survival is never easy. You always think that you are different from Shiqi Tianzhao. But in my eyes, there is no difference between you and him. "

Shenmu Youliang's smile suddenly solidified on his face.

And at this time, Lin Yu is a kick, directly kicked the other side off the cliff.

He vaguely saw that the corner of Shenmu Youliang's eye was glittering and translucent. After blinking, he saw that this famous and invincible Dao saint was completely submerged in the hot and fiery magma.

A wisp of black smoke rises and spreads in the hunting wind. In a moment, it disappears

It's over.

The only demigod strong man in Dongyi Kingdom, the invincible Dao Sheng Shen Mu Youliang, who ranked 29th in the list of heaven, fell!

The world is vast and lonely.

Standing quietly on the cliff, Lin Yu squinted at the fiery lava gushing from the crater.

His body suddenly and fiercely a shock, immediately one knee suddenly fell to the ground, mouth spit out a lot of hard work, the whole face as white as paper!

There were countless Xiuzhen strong men in the audience, looking straight at the young man on the top of Fuyue mountain, and they were thrilled.

Everyone has no doubt that after killing the Holy tree Youliang of the invincible sword, Huaxia Tianjiao must have been seriously injured. How much combat power is left is really questionable

Xiaogong Yunjiu supported the ground with one hand, his eyes crossed the void and gazed for a moment.

His heart full of grief, horror, fear, slowly faded, and his eyes quickly spread a fierce and violent scarlet tyranny.

"The dog surnamed Lin is at the end of his rope. I'll kill him!" Xiaogong Yunjiu suddenly got up, and his whole body turned into a flash of light. As he passed along the way, "Qiang" pulled out the autumn water knife embedded in the stone crack, "Chinese demon! Die

Before shinyueliangzi and Shen Feili could get excited, they suddenly saw this scene and cried out in a sad voice:

"Be careful, sir!"

Between the electric light and flint, Xiaogong Yunjiu has swept the sky and rushed to the front. Holding the autumn water saber in his hand, he chopped down in the air, his hair dancing and his eyes splitting

"Lin Zixuan! How many evils do you commit? It's hard for heaven and earth to tolerate! Today, I will take the place of the teacher and cut off your dog's head to sacrifice to heaven! "

Lin Yu suddenly turned pale and raised his hand to wipe the red blood on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were like cold front. Facing the chopping autumn water knife, he leaned out his weak palm and grasped it.

Xiaogong Yunjiu suddenly froze in the air, like a freeze frame picture. No matter how hard he tried, the sword was firmly held in his hand by Lin Yu, and it was hard for him to enter.

Lin Yu slowly raised his face and asked, "what are you?"

Xiaogong Yunjiu's whole body trembles like electricity. He can't help loosening the handle of the knife and falls to the ground.

Chinese Tianjiao, ghosts like demons, even if seriously injured, it is not his level of provocation ah. He was scared to death immediately. He secretly regretted that he was too optimistic about the situation

"Are you afraid of death?" Lin Yu's mouth began to sneer and asked in a hoarse voice, "since you are afraid of death, why don't you run away?"

Xiaogong Yunjiu suddenly woke up. He pushed his legs on the ground and tried to escape.

But suddenly, he felt that something was not right

Xiaogong Yunjiu saw that his body ran to the front of his head, and spurted the blood from his neck. He was at a loss, and his eyes could not help looking under him, but it was empty

It is said that when a person's body and head are separated, the brain will retain more than ten seconds of memory. It is also recorded in ancient books that when the executioner cuts off a prisoner's head with a knife, his head will circle around the ground, improvise a poem, and then quietly close his eyes

At this moment, when Xiaogong Yunjiu's head was hanging in the air, he saw his body with his own eyes and ran to the front in a hurry. What was he thinking about in his mind?

It was like a moment back to the summer when the grass grew and the warbler flew. He was lying outside the fence, watching the back of a young girl running farther and farther

The tip of the nose seems to linger with the fragrance of grass, but the vision gradually falls into a dark vortex.

"Autumn water... So fast..." the corner of Xiaogong Yunjiu's mouth oozes red and black blood. With a deep and lonely sigh, his head and body fall down into the sky.

Lin Yu took back the knife, and the blood flowed down the blade.

He slowly breathed out the turbid air in his chest, raised his eyes and looked around. He looked at the numb Dongyi practitioners, and his eyes quietly swept across the bitter cold