Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang waved the seven-star Longquan sword and killed five monsters in one breath. Without waiting for further progress, Jianwen Emperor waved again, this time transforming ten, and swarming.

"This illusion belongs to me. When I am able to make a move, I can turn out countless devils. Ye Tianshi, can you be iron and can be nailed into several nails?"

No more, Ye Shaoyang just experienced a big battle, the gods are weak, only to kill the five monsters, it is almost the last breath.

Now there are ten more, Ye Shaoyang has reached the limit, only killing three, has been tired and can not lift.

The remaining monsters swarmed up and threw him down. One climbed onto his back and ate wildly.

Ye Shaoyang came in with the gods, so the monster went down every bite, but it was not flesh and blood, but a smoky god, scattered in the air.

The **** of the gods is damaged, and the body does not have scars. However, if the gods are damaged excessively, they will lose control, dissipate like a wandering soul, and will never return to the body.

"Shaoyang! Go!" Yan Yuyu couldn't move, and cried, "Don't take care of me, go!"

She knows that with the power of Ye Shaoyang's Yuanshen, wanting to go out from this illusion is always possible.

"Come on, go out and ruin his body, I will die with him!"

Ye Shaoyang suffered the pain of the division of the gods. The teeth were almost crunched, kneeling on the ground, holding the elbows and pushing them one inch.

"Ah!" Ye Shaoyang shouted, squirting a **** singer against the monster on his left shoulder.

The white-haired monster was burned with a black smoke and screamed back.

Ye Shaoyang took the opportunity to grab the seven-star Longquan sword that fell on the ground, swept the past, and smashed the head of a white-haired monster, and the others were shocked by this sudden scene.

Ye Shaoyang rolled over and climbed up from the ground. He spurted a blood on the seven-star Longquan sword. The sword wing, which had been dimmed, once again illuminated a purple light.

Kill two more in one breath.

When the third one came, Ye Shaoyang’s originally crumbling body finally fell, and was pressed by several white-haired monsters on the ground.

Yan Lengyu was applied by the Emperor Jianwen, and even he couldn’t speak. He could only look at the tragic scene under the steps with sad eyes, and the tears were raining.

"It seems that it is too cruel."

Jianwendi shook his head, one hand passed through from behind, grabbed the shoulders of Yan Yuyu, and the other hand held her chin to make her face herself.

“Do you think that you are cruel?” Jianwendi smiled and turned to look at the wolf-stricken Ye Shaoyang. “Hey, you have no enmity, even if you want to conquer, in this fantasy, you can easily kill. You, you know, why do you want to suffer this pain?"

Ye Shaoyang was bitten by the white-haired monster, and his consciousness was almost unconscious. He had the energy to talk to him, but he barely raised his head. The eyes of extreme hatred fell on the face of Jianwendi.

"Hey is a person of love. You are a high-minded person, and people are smart. It is a human genius. When you see you, you will have a love heart. As long as you promise to follow you, and separate the soul, you will control it. I will immediately seal you as a general and return your sweetheart to you. How?"

Ye Shaoyang's mouth twitched and handed him a scornful smile.

"Very good, at first glance, how long can you hold on." Jianwen's face with a triumphant smile, hooked the face of Leng Yuyu, and his mouth plunged a little.

The action is very slow. He didn't really want to ridicule the cold jade, but he used this scene to stimulate Ye Shaoyang and let him yield.

"Let's let go of her!" Ye Shaoyang bit his teeth and shuddered to spit out the three words.

Jianwendi turned his head and looked at it. Ye Shaoyang was crushed by a group of white-haired monsters, and even his head could not lift.

That's it... lost?

Ye Shaoyang's powerless sideways, broken and blurred eyes, fell on the face of the dragon on the dragon chair.

Yu Lengyu looked desperate and was forced to hold his chin by Jianwen, and his two mouths were almost attached together.

Do not! No, no!

Ye Shaoyang bit his teeth and held the ground with one arm, barely lifting his head.

"Let her go!" Ye Shaoyang mouth squirted blood, screaming.

Jianwendi smiled slightly, but his face quickly froze, his brow wrinkled, and he felt a breath of face blowing.

Within the illusion, completely controlled by yourself, how can it suddenly wind up?

Jianwendi stood up and took a breath, his face sinking, "Hey!"

The suffocating gas is getting stronger and stronger, forming a strong wind and screaming.

"Let her go, let go of my woman! Ah!!"

In the roar of horror, a horrible suffocating erupted from the **** of Ye Shaoyang, and several white-haired monsters lying on his body flew to wherever they went. They jumped up and picked up Qixing Longquan from the ground. Sword, flying up.

At this time, he is the body of the gods, and in the illusion, he can fly in the wind.

Due to the loss of the Jianwen Emperor, the control of the body of the cold jade was also lifted.

She looked at her head slightly and looked at Ye Shaoyang, who was flying from the sword. She smiled and slowly opened her mouth.

There are no seven color clouds, no drum accompaniment, no tens of thousands of people admiring, but this moment, in her heart, Ye Shaoyang is the most amazing person.

At this moment, he is not a human celestial servant with a mission, not a singular genius who makes the world fascinating and fearful.

He is just his own guardian, his own... the hero of the world!

The volley is a sword, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

Jianwen Emperor hands clasped, forced to hold on to death, looked at Ye Shaoyang, see his eyes red, a slap in the corner of his mouth to a wicked smile.

What happened, he clearly has already destroyed the gods, how suddenly burst out of such a powerful suffocation?

"You are... innate spirit?" Jianwendi said with a voice.

The Qixing Longquan sword was pressed hard.

The body of Jianwendi, a little bit broken.

"Battle, just started, I am waiting for you outside." Jianwen Emperor finished, the whole face was broken, and the whole body collapsed.

He is the lord of this illusion. Once he left, the whole palace began to collapse. It was like a terrible earthquake. He fell to the ground and hurriedly climbed up and ran towards Ye Shaoyang.

Suddenly, my eyes were black, my feet were empty, my whole body was shaking...

After a few seconds, the gods fell to the real place, and the cold jade feet were soft, fell on the ground, and immediately turned to look.

Ye Shaoyang also opened his eyes at this time, his eyes were red, and he looked like a kind of evil.

"Shaoyang..."

"You can do nothing." Ye Shaoyang said with a rough voice, turned to face Jianwen Emperor, Jianwen Emperor has also woken up.

"It turns out that you are a congenital body, but what you have in your body is not the aura, but the suffocation. You will become a demon in the future."

Jian Wendi still has a confident smile on his face.

"Ye Tianshi, a move will die of life and death, you will blame."