Son-in-law Dan Zun

"Are you dreaming?" Jiang Bi smiled sarcastically, and gently pressed his finger towards Luo Wushu.

Suddenly, there was a giant aura finger shot out.

It was also a random finger, but it was enough to kill Luo Wushu.

"The son!"

A platinum ray flickered, and only Bai Ning's figure was bathed in an extremely dazzling platinum ray, facing the giant finger without fear of death.

boom!

Bai Ning suddenly suffered a heavy blow, vomiting blood in his mouth, and his beautiful figure fell feebly below the stage of life and death.

"Bai Ning!" Luo Wu's expression changed drastically, looking at Bai Ning's unknown figure of life and death, with countless bloodshot eyes in his eyes, he climbed out instantly.

His body was trembling violently, and his face was hideous and distorted.

Of course he understood why the platinum light on Bai Ning's body came from.

However, the price she would have to pay to push Bing Xin Linglong's body to such a degree is unimaginable.

In addition, she was still suffering a blow from the powerhouse of the holy realm. One can imagine how bad her situation was at this time.

"Tsk tsk, your confidante, there are so many!"

Jiang Bi smiled lightly, and dropped another finger, "Can anyone block this finger for you?"

Hearing that, many people looked at Mo Qingcheng unconsciously. Will she follow Bai Ning's footsteps?

"Don't be stupid!" Luo Wushu let out a low voice, with endless killing intent flooding his mind, lingering.

The heartache made his ears seem to be deaf, his eyes were scarlet, and his expression was terrifying.

He raised his head and looked ahead, the world in front of him seemed to have turned into a world of blood, making his desire to kill more intense than ever.

As far as the thought came, the power of the origin of killing appeared in front of him.

I saw his palm stretched out, with the sword of killing condensed in his hand, the radiant light of the five elements was like the light of killing, terrible fluctuations, diffused out.

laugh!

The sword of killing was cut out and landed on the giant finger.

Click!

The crisp sound, suddenly, resounded from this piece of heaven and earth, causing everyone's pupils to shrink suddenly.

That huge finger was actually shattered by Luo Wushu's sword.

"Another source of power?"

Countless people looked terrified, like a ghost.

Does Luo Wushu want to comprehend all the power of the origin?

"Little beast, you are really surprising!"

The faint ironic smile on Jiang Bi's face was also completely gone at this moment, his face gloomy and terrible.

Huh!

Luo Wushu's figure burst out directly, seeming to be crazy, and desperately to kill Jiang Bi.

"Chih!" The Slaughter Sword was cut out again.

"I don't know what I can do!" Jiang Bi shouted in a deep voice, with a flick of stars on his body, and he blasted out a punch.

Boom!

The void trembled, and the terrifying shadow of the fist, like a huge star meteor, smashed into the sword of killing.

Bang!

The Sword of Slaughter persisted for a while before it was brutally broken.

A terrible force invaded Luo Wushu's arm, causing the bones to make a cracking sound.

Afterwards, his figure flew down again in embarrassment, blood spattering wildly.

"Old dog!" Luo Wushu just stabilised, and he rushed out again desperately.

Under the incomparable killing intent, he seemed to lose his mind.

Mo Qingcheng bit her red lips tightly, tears couldn't help streaming down, showing a touch of helplessness. This was the first time she saw Luo Wushu being forced to look like this.

Is the Holy Land really so difficult to overcome?

Just when her figure was about to rush out impulsively, Xuan Yun grasped it tightly.

"Don't make fearless sacrifices. At least, someone must live to avenge Brother Luo, right?"

Bang bang bang!

Another successive offensive fell on Luo Wushu's body.

No matter how hard he tried his best, the gap with the Holy Realm was still huge.

With a bang, Luo Wushu's figure fell to the stage of life and death in embarrassment, and his breath became extremely wilting.

No matter how enchanting he is, facing the holy realm powerhouse, after all, nothing can be changed.

Mo Qingcheng's figure trembled constantly, his jade hands clenched tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, blood dripping down.

She thought too much, that Tie Luo didn't write about all this, but she couldn't do anything.

boom!

Jiang Bi raised his hand, and another offensive fell, intending to kill Luo Wushu directly.

But at this moment, Xuan Yun's hand holding Mo Qingcheng suddenly released, his figure flashed, and he swept out directly.

"Xuan Yun!" Mo Qingcheng shouted, only to see a free and easy voice from Xuan Yun's mouth.

"You can live, but I can't!"

Looking at Xuan Yun's figure rushing to die, Mo Qingcheng had become sobbed.

She naturally understood Xuanyun's meaning.

He felt that his talent had no hope of revenge, so he chose to block the offensive for Luo Wushu.

Even if you are going to die, you must die in front of Luo Wushu.

But is it another kind of torture to let her live so powerlessly?

A monstrous violent sword intent was suddenly swept through Xuan Yun's body, and dark kendo air currents swirled around him.

"What is this?" The eyes of the people suddenly solidified, staring at Xuanyun firmly.

In his body, there seems to be a power that does not belong to him, blooming at this moment.

The dark kendo air currents crazily rushed into the limbs and corpses in his body, rushed into his blood and soul, and wanted to directly compete for the control of Xuan Yun's body.

Xuan Yun's body seemed to be torn apart, and every cell in his body was bearing an unbearable force at this moment.

A series of kendo air currents that did not belong to him raged wildly in the body, sweeping through them, as if they were going to be cut through a thousand swords from the inside out.

This kind of pain is enough to make one's will collapse and die.

This strength naturally comes from the lonely swordsman.

Wandering in front of the ghost gate many times, Xuan Yun never thought about using this power.

Because he knows exactly what the price is.

From now on, there will be no more mysterious clouds in the world, and the person who occupies his body is the lonely swordsman.

But at this moment, for Luo Wushu, he did not hesitate to turn back, resolutely and resolutely.

"Jie Jie..." Xuan Yun heard a voice again, but he was no longer a man or a ghost, no longer being himself.

With his right hand stretched out, the dark kendo air current turned into a sword to cut out, shattering the offensive that was about to fall on Jiang Bi.

"Dugu Sword Saint?" Luo Wushu looked at Xuan Yun with a look of surprise.

Xuanyun's pupils were all flowing with a dark air at this moment, staring at Luo Wushu, coldly spit out the two words, "Waste!"

"Have you been lingering in Xuan Yun's body?" Luo Wushu did not expect that the Dugu Sword Saint would actually exist in Xuan Yun's body in this form, waiting for Zhang to control his body for a day.

So, the so-called Juggernaut inheritance is simply fake?

The Lonely Sword Saint controlled Xuan Yun's body, and between his hands, the dark kendo air flow roared, and he wanted to sweep towards Luo Wushu.