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Chapter 901 Si Hong ancestor. (Second more! Please subscribe!)

At this moment, Si Honghanrong used the body of Song Qiongzi disguised by Si Hongmiaoli.

When the white robe fluttered, the delicate and beautiful female nun looked plain, and the catkin grabbed it out without fancy. The slender and white fingertips carried a little bit of powder on her own, and she looked like it was harmless.

However, at the same time, in the entire vacuum spirit formation, the space seemed to freeze instantly. The bare hand seemed to be grabbed from the sky, covering the sky and the sun. !

The four female sisters have helped each other and hid in the corner, but still felt a great deal of pressure, and they wanted to crush them into powder. Instinct crazy warning reminds them that they are facing an unprecedented crisis at this moment. However, facing this hand, they didn’t have any thoughts of resistance at all.

Peiling frowned, her right hand made a knife with four fingers, and slightly chopped forward.

brush!

The sword gas was like a river, billowing out, blood filled the entire field of vision.

The sharp and unmatched blade intent instantly cut through the solidified space. Although the remaining power was greatly reduced, it continued to cut towards Si Hongmiaoli’s arm.

Si Honghanrong was slightly surprised. Just about to move, the breath of Cultivation Base suddenly dropped.

It’s just that, after all, he was Si Hong’s ancestor, and he quickly reacted.

Immediately, the right hand controlling Si Hongmiaoli lifted forward, and a blood shield engraved with complicated patterns appeared instantly, just blocking the sword energy.

boom! !

The sword and shield struck each other, and the blood shield was intact and unmoved, but the remaining sword aura suddenly shattered, and the scattered intent of the sword suddenly covered the entire array.

At this moment, Si Hongmiaoli condensed a magic formula in his hands.

As soon as the tactics took shape, Pei Ling and the four female cultivators immediately began to boil uncontrollably, and they seemed to explode and die at any time!

Pei Ling did not hesitate at all, and the thick and substantive darkness rushed out of her body. When she flicked her finger, she wrapped herself into a dark shadow, and immediately isolated Si Honghanrong’s spells.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly shot, hundreds of bloody sword auras compressed to the extreme, slashing frantically at Si Hongmiaoli’s limbs, but deliberately avoided the opponent’s vitals.

At the same time, Peiling separated four beams of darkness, wrapped the four female cultivators who were already on the ground, who were about to boil to death, and relieved Si Honghanrong’s blood method.

Si Honghanrong’s face was cold, he once again played a magic trick, and then squeezed his left hand forward, and a huge blood prison was born out of thin air, trapping all of Pei Ling’s sword qi in it.

But then, with the sour “click” sound, the blood cell quickly became full of cracks…

Swipe…

Boom boom boom boom…

There are no less than a hundred tricks between the two sides, between you and me.

The vacuumized spirit array was trembling, and a tiny crack appeared in the base from time to time, but it persisted and never collapsed.

Both Pei Ling and Si Honghanrong controlled the power, and did not let the power of the shot spread beyond this underground space.

Seeing the two fighting in this small space, the four female cultivators became more frightened as they watched.

Sister Song’s current aura is very terrifying. The Cultivation Base she showed far surpassed the opponent’s Realm, and all kinds of strange tricks were unheard of and had never seen before.

As for that saint son, at the moment, his strength seems to be stronger than that of Junior Sister Song at this moment!

The four female sisters have already retreated to the corner of the formation, relying on the cover of the formation to minimize the scope of their impact, and at the same time they sacrificed various life-saving methods, but every aftermath swept through, there were a few swords. , Shake off the power of fighting for them.

After a few times, although the four female cultivators didn’t know what the Saint Son of the Heavy Mingzong had made, they were a little relieved.

At this time, Lin Hanyan’s companion said: “The person who controls Junior Sister Song’s tone is cold and ancient, and the Cultivation Base method is amazing. It is very likely to be an ancestor of the Cultivation Sect. The Saint Son of the Cultivation Sect called him’ Si Hong senior’ is probably the ancestor of the Fuguang Si Hong clan.”

“The Saint Son of Chongmingzong has turned into a middle stage!” Chen Jingmeng’s expression was shaking, and she was a little lost. “It hasn’t been long since I heard that he is in the position of Saint Son…”

Zhao Juanjuan guessed: “Maybe it’s a good fortune, otherwise, at his age, it is unlikely that he will fight against an ancestor so far, and he will not lose the wind!”

“No!” At this moment, Shen Yinchen had already put on an overcoat handed over by her companion. She was clutching the skirt to block the spring light. She watched the battle in the field intently and spoke quickly, “His knife It is stronger than my Sword intent! Even Brother Ning’s Sword intent has never given me such a strong sense of oppression.”

“This kind of sword intent cannot be understood by a few good fortunes.”

“It must be hard practice day and night, coupled with excellent talents and wonderful understanding, only then can you be smart and master!”

“Don’t mention the character of this holy son, this Cultivation Base must have done some hard work.”

“In other words, at his age, I am afraid that he has always been diligent in learning and practicing since he entered the Dao at an early age, and he has never slackened!”

Lin Hanyan has always hated Demon Cultivator. At this moment, after hearing this, he could not help but sigh softly after hearing the words, “Yes! It is not a person who is stubborn and indomitable, I can’t realize this kind of sword intent!”

Zhao Juanjuan bit his lip slightly and quickly transmitted his voice: “Let’s take a look, no matter how infamous this Sacred Son of Heavy Mingzong was before, but now he intends to protect me and so on. If there is a chance, we will take action together to help him. One hand!”

“So, maybe you can save Junior Sister Song.”

Lin Hanyan immediately agreed.

The four female cultivators had the same mind and took out own’s strongest hole cards almost at the same time. They watched the battle nervously, and were ready to make a move at any time.

Boom boom boom…

The blood-colored sword aura crossed the audience, the sword intent was overwhelming, and roared, smashing Si Honghanrong’s various methods as if endlessly.

Seeing that Pei Ling couldn’t be taken for a long time, and he was slowly starting to be at a disadvantage, Si Honghanrong suddenly became suspicious.

This Pei Ling’s strength is very wrong!

Si Hongmiaoli’s Cultivation Base only has Nascent Soul.

But at the moment, his own power has also come a little bit, not to mention that the holy child is only the middle stage of the god, the cultivator of the late stage of the god, and it is absolutely impossible to survive ten moves in his hands!

But now, after a thousand moves have passed, the saint child still has enough energy to take care of the four pseudo-dao sisters next to him!

Even if it is the Nine Tribulations Transforming God, it is impossible to reach this level!

boom! ! !

At this time, Pei Ling suddenly took a palm shot and forced Si Honghan to retreat.

He said lightly: “Si Hong senior, it seems you can’t take me away.”

After speaking, his whole body aura suddenly became extremely strong.

Darkness was flowing, and in an instant, it swallowed the entire array…