At the same time, Ji Lu's hoarse and charming voice sounded in Zhan Wuji's ears: "Don't resist!"
"I'm your favorite person."
This strange voice gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and seemed to be calling him, telling him not to struggle, not to resist, not to dodge, not to hide, not to struggle, not to struggle, not to dodge, not to endure everything.
But in the next moment, Zhan Wuji suddenly came to his senses and swung the Nine Soul Sword!
Ji Lu immediately changed his fighting style, raised his arms, and his white clothes flew up.
laugh!
A flash of blood light flashed, blood splashed, a slender jade arm rose into the sky, blood fell like raindrops, Ji Lu's body flashed, and she had retreated dozens of meters away. Her appearance was still beautiful, but her sleeves were cut off A piece fell off, and blood flowed from under her sleeves, covering her whole body. There were also a few drops of blood flowing down her cheek, like a blooming flower, and like a blooming flower. White lotus, beautiful with a hint of sadness.
Ji Lu's clear eyes, with a hint of chill, took a deep look at Zhan Wuji.
Zhan Wuji's clothes were fluttering, his feet were in the void, and he said coldly: "Master Ji, under absolute power, this kind of little trick is not worth mentioning at all!"
After the words fell, he no longer held back, and the Nine Soul Sword suddenly slashed out, and waves of blood surged out and swept towards Ji Lu.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
That gleam of cold light was like a streak of ice, and the killing intention was like a river, a turbulent and turbulent wave that seemed to engulf Ji Lu, his Pengniao, and his chariot.
Seeing the "bang" sound, Hui Tuan rushed towards him, Ji Lu smiled slightly, his lips as red as blood made the snow-skinned appearance extremely beautiful, the smile on his face became more and more ferocious, he His body remained motionless, and countless flesh and blood immediately grew out of the severed arm. In the blink of an eye, an arm exactly like before appeared on his body.
At the same time, his momentum is also constantly improving, getting stronger and stronger!
Ji Lu was dressed in white, with golden rings shining on his body. In the eyes of others, there seemed to be no change, but in Zhan Wuji's eyes, his figure suddenly changed, and he became Senior Sister Li, Si Hong, and Si Hong. The flowers are blooming.
Her voice was hoarse and somewhat charming: "Even if you see through all this, so what?"
"You can't kill me anymore!"
"And I only need to kill you once!"
After saying that, Ji Lu squeezed his hands, and a majestic wave suddenly surged out from behind him. It was a gray waterfall condensed with the power of pure yin, roaring towards him. Among them, there were beautiful people. Young people, they may be fat or fat, thin or short, with crystal clear bodies, with deep hatred, red eyes, roaring anger, charging towards Zhan Wuji.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
One after another, black bolts covered the sky and the earth, and rushed towards the rolling crimson with lightning speed.
The sword light was vertical and horizontal, like a big net, covering the entire sky. In an instant, all the wronged souls were beheaded, and all the evil spirits were beheaded.
That cold blade cut through the space without leaving a trace. It still made a shrill whistle as it struck down on Ji Lu's head.
Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee…
In an instant, countless sword energy penetrated Ji Lu's body, beating him all over with bruises and blood, but his vitality was intact. In the blink of an eye, his wounds healed, and his momentum It is also rising steadily, vaguely similar to Zhan Wuji!
Ji Lu was dressed in white clothes and fluttering like flying snowflakes, and fired another spell!
In the sky, a scarlet color suddenly appeared, like blood.
In the blink of an eye, the entire sky turned into pitch black, like a dark ocean. In this darkness, human heads hung like huge meatballs in the sky.
Each head is very young, about five years old. Their eyes are tightly closed, and there are complex and mysterious lines on their foreheads, exuding a strong evil spirit.
Click, click, click...
Big raindrops suddenly fell from the sky, and then there was another heavy rain. Countless black blood spurted out from the rain, with resentment, jealousy, curses, malice, and thick smoke, instantly covering the area. The whole world.
Zhan Wuji stood in mid-air with a cold look on his face. The Nine Soul Sword in his hand directly tore the space apart and struck down with one strike!
The cold light flickered, and the cold light overflowed. Wherever it passed, the blood dissipated, and the sword energy spread horizontally, cutting a hole in the sky. At the same time, in Chen Xi's eyes, runes criss-crossed one after another, like a long whale sucking water, absorbing all kinds of hostility and resentment in the void.
In just a few seconds, the night returned to silence. The human head, the bloody ocean, and the bloody storm were all wiped away. The roaring sword light once again chopped Ji Lu into thousands of pieces. Like a piece of freshly baked flesh and blood.
However, he soon returned to normal. Even his white gown was spotless, as if it were made of fresh snow. In this strange environment, there was a sense of sacredness.
The aura on his body was even stronger than before.
Zhan Wuji frowned slightly. This leader Ji always fought with him in the name of Senior Sister Li, Si Hong Qingming and Yan Minghua. He always felt very uncomfortable when he used his magical powers.
etc!
Leader Ji's appearance has not changed at all. How could he mistake her for Senior Sister Li, Si Hong Qingming and Yan Minghua?
Could it be the hallucination from before?
Without any hesitation, one by one the great masters formed seals with their hands. In an instant, strong winds blew, and the sea of blood rolled. Corpse monsters emerged, babies, and nightmare-like monsters, rushing towards Zhan Wuji. go!
At the same time, circles of ripples appeared around Ji Lu, and then, two figures exactly like him walked out from the void, with bare feet, wearing a white gown, and golden rings on their heads.
The next moment, the three clones disappeared into the darkness.
Seeing the overwhelming attack, Zhan Wuji immediately calmed down, shouted sharply, and slashed out with the Nine Soul Sword.
The sword energy is dense and majestic, sweeping in all directions.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
The magical powers were all annihilated by the majestic sword energy, and then turned into a stream of light, crossing the void, pointing directly at the Supreme Elders.
Several people with great supernatural powers looked cold and motionless, but their figures quickly dissipated and disappeared like a splash-ink painting.
Just when Zhan Wuji was about to take action again, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared, a slender arm stretched out, five fingers turned into claws, and there was rich blood on the nails, like a sharp dagger, piercing his heart!
Sihong Qingcheng.
No!
Not Si Hong Qingxue!
