Faced with Han Dai's frame-up, Liu Lang didn't bother to explain, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Demon Dao Xiaoxiao, it is not a pity to die, so as not to waste more troubles."
When Wu Yiji heard this, his eyes were filled with rage and his teeth were gnashing. He made hand gestures with one hand and held the bloody ancient clock out of his mouth. The bell was simple and simple, and it seemed that it had been around for many years. The mottled traces of the erosion of the years were clearly visible.
Liu Lang shivered slightly and shouted in a low voice: "Overlord Bell!"
The ancient bell grows when the wind blows, and in an instant it transforms into a shadow that is more than a hundred feet high, whistling towards the willow waves and singing the orioles as a hood.
Liu Lang flicked his long sleeve, and held a long, narrow, strange, blue fairy sword in his palm. He waved it freely, and several brilliant sword lights came out majestically. The sword energy was like a huge wave, containing fierce and unforged power.
The wave of swords smashed through the void and rushed up, accompanied by bursts of soul-stirring roars as they crazily hit the phantom of the little bell.
Clouds gathered from all directions, the sky was overturned, waves of turmoil stirred up the surrounding areas, and the halo swept over the mountains, rocks, grass and trees and turned them into powder.
Wu Yiji sneered and said: "The Lishui Wild Wave Sword is nothing more than that."
Liu Lang did not answer, the sword light flickered in and out, and the sword energy as thin as ox hair was swayed one after another, as if the continuous spring rain was floating between heaven and earth.
Under the rays of the early sun, the scenery looked blurry and hazy, as if he was dreaming of a beautiful dream, and the whole forest was unwilling to wake up.
The sword energy is endless, like gentle waves rising and falling at first, and then you hear the waves crashing on the shore. Just when you are about to listen carefully, you suddenly see the tide rising in the blue sea. The continuous sword energy gradually boils, condenses into torrents, and waves of waves rush towards you.
Over there, Wenying looked at another witch. This woman was dressed in black. She had a strange-shaped black long knife, white hands and a cold face, and an indescribable evil aura arose spontaneously.
Wen Ying frowned and said: "Purgatory Demon Blade! Could it be that Fang Jia is a disciple of the Curling Demon Lord?"
The witch turned a deaf ear and sneered without answering.
Wu Yiji looked stern and said: "Fairy Han Chan is the descendant of the Curling God Lord, how can she be compared to ordinary disciples?"
Wen Ying smiled casually and said: "Very good, today I will see what magical power the magic blade has, and how it can achieve such a famous name." After saying that, he stretched out his delicate hand and offered up a scarlet silk silk shimmering with fairy light.
The sound of the incantation was activated, the glow of the Luan Ling was in full bloom, and the loud chirping sound sounded. The Luan Ling transformed into an elegant posture, and the red flying kite flew out wildly. Its body was burning with blazing flames, but it could not feel the temperature of the fireworks at all. .
Han Chan was stunned and praised: "Duan Tian Hong Ling! Fang Jia can actually control the immortal power from her heart! Not bad, not bad."
After saying that, he waved the demon blade in his palm at will, and the demonic energy steamed up. With the same loud roar, a demonic figure more than ten feet high appeared.
The demonic figure has beautiful features and is wearing exquisite battle armor, with mysterious and incomprehensible runes engraved on the surface of the battle armor.
The monster's eyes flashed with blood, and its giant arms stretched out to stir up a series of whirlpools in the void. It used its bare hands to catch the flying kite with the force of an eagle's thunder strike.
The red light of the flying kite shone brightly, and countless red sparks spread out as its wings flapped. Suddenly, heat waves rolled in, and blazing flames roared.
The flying kite made a clear and long cry, raised its sharp beak and pecked at the giant palm.
The blazing flames enveloped Fei Yuan's body, burning so hard that the palms of the demon shadows sizzled. The kite's beak beaked and pecked violently, and actually made a gap in the demon shadow's palms, which were stronger than fine iron.
The figure of the demonic figure swayed slightly, its giant palm suddenly doubled in size, and suddenly it pinched Fei Yuan in it.
There was a slight "bang" sound, flames burst out, and the flying kite transformed into a fire chain as thick as an arm, flashing several times, tightly wrapping around the demon shadow's chest, abdomen, and limbs.
There was a scream in the air, and Wen Ying's figure was as graceful as a startled dragon. The shadow of her palms fluttered, and she grabbed the top of the demon's head as fast as lightning.
Han Chan was slightly frightened. She made a secret with her palms, and the demonic figure shrank suddenly. Before the fire chain could be tightened, it transformed into a black mist and escaped back into the Infernal Demonic Blade.
Then the demon blade straightened up, and a blade of light that looked like splashing ink struck at Wen Ying with great force.
The phantom of Fei Yuan disappeared and reappeared, glaring at Han Chan angrily. His body shook, and several long feathers came out of his body, shooting towards the enemy like sparks of fire.
At this moment, Liu Lang's sword light activated, and the sky was filled with sword rain, rustling and attacking downwards. The sword energy traveled around and struck all the places where the Overlord Bell runes were scattered.
Wu Yiji and Han Dai are like two leaves of duckweed in the wild waves. They must try their best to break through the blue sea in order to find a glimmer of hope.
The Overlord Bell was glowing with dazzling red light, and the bell body suddenly grew larger and smaller, spinning erratically.
The sound of the bells gradually became more and more urgent, and the sound was filled with the spirit of fighting for thousands of miles. Suddenly, the tide of sound condensed into a sharp and thin needle that drilled directly into Liu Lang's ears.
Han Daiying opened her mouth slightly and spurted out a mass of essence and blood. As she flexed and stretched her five fingers, the Feiling Mirror suddenly shot out a ball of colorful light. Mysterious runes were floating on it, and subtle and unspeakable fluctuations arose in the space.
Under the nuisance of the bell, Liu Lang suddenly felt that the sword energy was in chaos, and it was difficult to control it. Thousands of sword rays struck him like a mud cow entering the sea, and were absorbed by the colorful light group without a trace.
The cold wind blew through a forest of mist.
Liu Lang's long sword flew across the sky, and the sword energy all over the sky gathered on the autumn water-like blade like a giant dragon absorbing water. He was high-spirited, as if he had not experienced such a fierce battle for a long time.
Wu Yiji and Han Dai succeeded in breaking through the attack, and secretly glanced at them and rushed forward.
Liulang stood in the air by the Ruushui River, with the cold wind blowing by. His clothes and sleeves were fluttering, his black hair flying, and he looked like he was looking down on all living beings.
The Lushui Raging Wave Sword pierced the sky, and suddenly burst out with thousands of blue lights. The sword body soared upwards, turning into a giant sword over a hundred feet long and straddling the sky above the forest. The extremely dense water spirit energy between heaven and earth gathered crazily.
The next moment, the wind blew violently, and dark clouds rolled in, covering the sky and the sun.
Thunder rolled across the sky, and the quiet and gentle water suddenly boiled. Countless splashes of water surfaced, dripping upwards.
Wen Ying and Han Chan fought hand-to-hand and were inseparable. The thorns of the broken sky rainbow silk were like an oriole piercing the fine waves, spreading out like a bright morning glow.
Luan Ling is criss-crossed, and the red shadow is shining, just like the sky opening and closing, living up to the reputation of breaking the sky!
Han Chan's figure was light and ethereal, and she used the Purgatory Demon Blade to block and block. The place so close to her was surrounded by dangers.
Suddenly, a low roar could be heard faintly from the depths of the dark clouds, and a rich and abundant killing intent poured down. A head that looked like a hill protruded from the clouds, and two golden eyes stared at everyone indifferently.
Han Chan trembled, and said angrily: "Real dragon!" In his busy schedule, he struck out a black light, which shook the sky-breaking rainbow silk, and retreated quickly.
The dragon's head in the sky shines brightly with blue light, has a beard at its mouth, and scales on its throat. The pair of giant tree-like figures are colorful and captivating. The dragon's body is looming, its body is strong and vigorous, its claws are sharp and powerful, and it is firmly entrenched on the Lishui Wild Wave Sword.
Wu Yiji murmured: "It's not a real dragon, it's a possessed dragon soul. I didn't expect that Liu Lang, whom we haven't seen for many years, could actually peel off the ice dragon soul and infuse it with an immortal sword. We may not be able to please us in today's fight."
While he was speaking, blue waves were rippling in the sky. A layer of dreamlike waves was suspended in the air, and the water was gurgling and covering the surrounding areas.
The ice dragon jumped into it and rolled over, its blue body rising or disappearing, playing extremely happily.
The depressing atmosphere in the entire forest became more and more intense. Han Dai twisted her head in discomfort and met Han Chan's eyes, not knowing how to deal with it.
A sharp roar of "buzz" broke the silence in the forest. The Overlord Cauldron glowed red and spun rapidly into the ground.
The dust filled the air, and this move woke up the ice dragon who was having fun. A fierce light flashed in its eyes, and a stream of water columns from its giant tail poured down with all its strength.
The Overlord Cauldron drilled deeper and deeper, and suddenly the earth roared violently. The rocks and sand within a radius of dozens of feet suddenly lifted off the ground, forming two spiral flows of sand and gravel, heading towards the water column with great momentum.
The ice dragon's violent waves arrived in a blink of an eye, the sound of impact resounded through the sky, a brilliant halo suddenly bloomed, the surrounding dense trees and sandstones were torn to pieces, and the hills were instantly flattened.
Wu Yiji and others did not hesitate to waste their mana, and worked together to create a thick light screen for defense. Wild waves rolled over, and cracks climbed on the light screen. The three demon cultivators were in an extremely embarrassed shape, but they seemed to be able to hold up.
There was a trace of impatience in Binglong's eyes, and he was really angry at this group of little creatures.
Its mouth was wide open, facing the weak water channel to draw water frantically.
The weak water flowed upstream and poured into the mouth of the ice dragon. The temperature on the riverside dropped sharply, and even the ground was covered with layers of frost.
Suddenly, the ice dragon snorted, frost and snow spewed from the corner of its mouth, and nine huge snowflakes suddenly bloomed in the air. The snowflakes were crystal clear and sparkling with cold light, like six antlers arranged opposite each other, with extremely sharp edges. The mighty ice power completely imprisoned the forest.
Wu Yiji and others all changed their colors, and continued to activate the magic power to strengthen the light curtain. The red, black, and white rays of light flowed and tangled, and the three magic weapons surged in size. They were protected above the head and looked at the snowflakes in the distance.
The ice dragon drew water too fast, and the river bed was suddenly exposed.
Weak water! The water is calm and the feathers are not floating. It seems peaceful and gentle, but only then does it reveal its ferocious face.
The bottom of the river is filled with dead branches and dead leaves and bones. The weak water is like a monster with its bloody mouth. All living things passing by the river are swallowed up, and no one cares about it for hundreds of years.
In the center of a row of neatly stacked bones, a thumb-sized, radiant bead of unknown material lay quietly.
The beads seemed to be waking up from a deep sleep, and the bursts of glow they emitted were extremely eye-catching.
Wu Yiji and others were overjoyed and said in unison: "Luo Yinzhu!"
Without thinking, Han Dai waved her shirt sleeves, and a ferocious-looking monster suddenly jumped out of the black mist. The monster snorted and rushed towards Luo Yinzhu.
This beast was light and agile, and it rushed to the center of the river in a blink of an eye. It glanced at the Luo Yin Pearl shimmering in the glow, and opened its mouth to bite it with a proud grunt.
The monster had no time to delay and retrieved the beads very quickly. However, there was another red shadow that was even faster. There was a sudden flash of light on the riverside and it flew forward like a spinning heel.
Unable to dodge, the monster crouched down on the ground. There was a muffled sound, and the red light and black light dispersed immediately. The monster was thrown into the air on all fours, and was knocked into the mud several feet away. It groaned and couldn't get up for a long time.
The mist is thick and the apes are chirping.
Standing next to the river is a red flame ancient ape with a huge body and strong muscles. The ancient ape's eyebrows are compact and the eyebrow arch is raised. The sharp fangs and claws are shining with a faint light, and he is full of violence.
His tightly clenched ape palms could not conceal the flow of brilliant light, and Luo Yinzhu had suddenly been snatched away from the mouth of the monster by the ancient ape.
Wu Yiji and Han Dai suddenly changed their expressions when they saw this. However, the ice dragon's killing power was about to decline, and the situation was urgent, so they drove the other demon-riding beasts to fight for it.
Several demon-riding beasts surrounded the giant ape with their claws and fangs bared to fight. In a blink of an eye, the sword trees fell down and destroyed the forest. The miserable howls of the demon beasts and the mournful cries of the giant ape came one after another.
