Jiuxiao

Zhou Yin recited the formula, and the Lingyin sword flew out, fighting with four fire dragons in mid-air.

However, Chen Yuanzhi and Chen Zhong were pierced through the chest by the fire dragon, and then they were hit hard by Fan Lulantai.

Zhao Yingchi walked over and found the jade spirit from Chen Zhong.

Chen Zhong exhaled more air than inhaled, let alone resisting, he couldn't even speak.

Chen Yunzhi's face was pale, and he vomited a big mouthful of blood with a wow, looked at the blood hole in his chest, and looked at Chen Zhong with difficulty.

Sadness, pain, confusion, and unbelievable complex emotions are revealed in the eyes.

Only there is no resentment.

Once I didn't need to worry about anything, and I did whatever I wanted, and I did whatever I wanted.

Once she was held in the palm of his hand, whatever she wanted, her father would do it for her, from childhood to adulthood, he cared for her carefully and meticulously.

Later, when I learned the truth, the world was turned upside down overnight.

The father was not his own.

I was originally used as a bargaining chip.

However, the past is vivid in my mind, and the more I die, the clearer it becomes.

The grace of nurturing is as deep as the ocean, no matter what, I should pay it off.

next life...

next life...

Chen Yunzhi's eyes gradually became slack, but his expression became lighter, and he even showed a smile.

Zhao Yingchi looked on coldly, feeling a little sad, but not regretting her fate, but regretting that such a beautiful woman died in vain and could not be used for herself.

Lan Tai and Fan Lu were wounded by Chen Zhong's fatal blow, and they were powerless. Zhao Yingchi was the only one Zhou Yin had to deal with now.

Although the Hehuan Sect is not a great sect, Zhao Yingchi, like Chen Zhong, is a late-stage alchemy monk. No matter how experienced Zhou Yin is, he is only in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

"If you are willing to join my Acacia faction, I won't kill you, how about it?" She looked at Zhou Yin with her hands behind her back, the more she looked at it, the more reluctant to do it.

Although the Hehuan Sect respects women, there are also a few male disciples in the Sect, but they are all like male favorites. Since everyone needs to practice the Jade Cicada Kungfu, it is natural that all of them are handsome and beautiful, and they have also been cultivated. I like the psychology of collecting beauties.

Zhou Yin didn't speak, just took out the washing pen from Xumijie, and drew the talisman out of thin air.

The Ruyi cat lying in Fanlu's arms suddenly jumped out, staring at the pen in Zhou Yin's hand and meowing.

Zhao Yingchi narrowed his eyes: "Since there is a way to heaven, if you don't go, there is no need to keep you."

The talisman was completed, several jets of water burst out of the ground, rose into the sky, and trapped Zhao Yingchi in groups.

She sneered: "You dare to show off your tricks!"

The fire dragon, which was wrestling with the Lingyin Sword, turned around and threw itself at the water column. The fire could not be extinguished by the water, but instead burned blazingly, turning the water column into water vapor.

It was too late, but soon, the Lingyin sword swept in from the water column divided in the middle, and stabbed at the target.

With a flat swipe of the Xitian brush, there was a bang, and water poured down from the sky, and everyone in the Hehuan faction took a photo!

This is the method of borrowing water, which is exactly the same as Zhou Yin's method on Tianshu Peak that day, except that the Zhegu Lake was close at hand last time, and now the place with the most water near Lingzhou City is Shili Lake on the outskirts of the city. .

The farther the distance, the greater the consumption of spiritual power. Although it can be effective for a while, but when encountering high-level monks, it is just a life-and-death struggle, and it is only a narrow escape.

In an instant, the entire street was submerged in the water. Zhao Yingchi flew up, with the purple satin in his hand curling towards Zhou Yin and entangled the Lingyin Sword. However, after a while, the Lingyin Sword was obviously out of support, and he was forced to change direction and turn around. The blade flew towards the master.

Zhou Yin not only had to manipulate the Lingyin sword, but also borrowed water. His spiritual power had long been difficult to support. Now that the Lingyin sword was biting back, he was immediately powerless. He was swept up by the powerful spiritual energy from the opponent's purple satin, and slammed into the back On the brick wall of the residence, a large mouthful of blood was vomited.

The Lingyin sword came with the wind, and he had no strength to resist. The blade galloped in the air, turning into a flash of white light, piercing Zhou Yin's chest straight, nailing him to the brick wall.

The flood stopped in an instant, leaving only the mud washed by the water under the feet, leaving traces of spells.

Blood rushed out from the place where the blade was inserted, and flowed to the ground, staining the wetland red. A large area of ​​the originally black clothes was wet and became sticky and greasy.

The spiritual power in his body was almost drained, and the severe pain in his chest reminded him of the thunder calamity before his fall in his previous life.

I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or blood, and my vision was blurred, so I couldn't see the scene in front of me clearly.

This feeling of being controlled by others...

Zhao Yingchi retracted the purple satin, walked over, and pinched his cold white chin.

"I've never seen a monk with bones as hard as yours, who wants to die despite being able to live."

In his Sumeru ring, there is Zhou Chen.

"What kind of magic weapon is yours? It seems that there is nothing extraordinary about it, but Ruyi cat can bark?"

Can't let it out now, people will find out...

"If you are willing to tell the origin of this magic weapon, I will let you die quickly, otherwise, I will destroy your spiritual veins, life is worse than death, the pain is too painful, you want to live but you can't live, you want to die but you can't die, this kind of feeling Not everyone can afford it.”

It's now……

He moved his fingers slightly.

The sky washing pen turned into a water arrow, piercing Zhao Yingchi's back in an instant!

She yelled out in pain and let go and fell to the ground.

Not far away, Fanlu and Lantai turned pale with shock, and flew over regardless of their injuries, wrapped their arms around Zhou Yin's neck and tightened it tightly.

Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth and chest, dripping down the sword body and clothes, slipped over the back of his hand, and flowed into the Sumeru Ring.

With the last blow, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he is now extremely weak.

Even ordinary people who have no strength to restrain a chicken can kill him at any time, let alone a monk.

Without the strength to pull out the sword, he could only allow the satin on his neck to squeeze out the breath he inhaled little by little.

Everything in front of him was grotesque, but his thoughts were unprecedentedly clear.

He thought that maybe he was going to fold this time.

The mood is calm as usual, without any ups and downs, or even regrets. All this happened because of looking for Zhou Chen.

As a monk, the road to practice is already full of dangers. Even if he escapes by chance this time, it may be the next time, the next time.

Therefore, it has been said since ancient times that the way of heaven is ruthless. It does not mean that the way of heaven is truly ruthless or ruthless.

I used to be such a person, so he did what other demon cultivators couldn't do.

And now...

Then, he suddenly felt that everything around him became quiet, and all the sounds disappeared like a tide.

The body gradually feels warm from chills.

A mass of warmth wrapped around him, like the softest silk quilt, gently wrapping him.

Even the pain in my chest no longer felt.

He opened his eyes.

His vision was still blocked by blood and blurred.

But he saw a piece of gold.

It was as if the flames were burning the whole world, and it was as if the brilliant glow covered the sky, everything became very unreal.

That kind of flame-red to the extreme golden color is neither Zhang Yan of the scorching sun, nor the vulgarity of gold. It is purer than any other color in the world. brilliant!

The feather that covers the sky soars into the sky!

At that moment, in everyone's eyes, only the brilliant golden color remained.

In addition to the golden yellow, there are five colors of fluorescent light surrounding it, which is dazzling and dazzling, and the blue thunder resounds.

It is recorded in ancient books that the mysterious bird of destiny was born in response to the times.

【Vol. [-] Grinding the Sword】