Surprised Lingxue

On the desolate soil slope, with black and purple blood, already torn gastritis corpses can be seen everywhere, and potholes of different sizes and shades are also everywhere. Amidst the roar, the golden torrent and the black torrent have been colliding for an unknown amount of time, maybe a minute, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour.

As the two thick torrents of different colors began to gradually become thinner, they became nothing. Ling Xue also stopped the energy output in her body, and let out a long breath.

It is said that ants are still stealthily alive, so is this group of gastratus really not afraid of death?

No, not right.

Ling Xue clutched her chest, feeling upset. And this feeling is not unfamiliar to Ling Xue, she also had this feeling when she was protecting the Holy Son of Heaven. . .

The world's dark root body avatar. . Well. .

If you want to think this way, it makes sense why these guys charged as if they were not afraid of death.

come yet?

Lingxue in the air moved her wings slightly, controlled her body to slowly land on the ground, and looked at a few black shadows slowly approaching not far away.

In the middle is a guy in a red dress with black pants and a clown mask.

On the left is a little girl in a blue dress with two black katanas on her back.

On the right is a stubble-faced uncle wearing a pair of black trousers, while his upper body is naked, showing his swollen muscles.

The only thing they have in common is that they all hold a black spear in their hands.

Zhizi Yingyin, Zhizi Xiaobinai, that is. . . Ayn Rand? !

When she saw the last person, Ling Xue's pupils shrank suddenly. If it wasn't for the remaining marks on her face that made Ling Xue barely recognize the guy in front of her, then Ling Xue would never believe it. The guy who wants to destroy the Holy Son of Heaven will actually be possessed by the darkness of the world, even if it is a clone.

Ling Xue glanced at the controlled Ayn Rand with a strange expression. He clearly remembered that Ayn Rand didn't seem to have such muscles a few days ago. Could it be that being possessed by the darkness of the world also has the effect of strengthening muscles?

The only thing that puzzled him was where did that Qiwu Zongxuan go, and he hadn't been seen in the recent investigation with bacterial spies. Wouldn't it be harmonized? . . . . .

Watching the actions of the three getting faster and faster, until three black afterimages rushed towards him.

"Eight Door Dunjia, the fourth door, injury door, open!"

Ling Xue, who has experience in hand-to-hand combat, opened the fourth door of the Eight Door Dunjia without any nonsense, then raised her left hand lightly, and sang I have just recently researched the dark step technique to strengthen the body.

"Sewing!"

"One force will reduce ten meetings, and one force will move the clouds."

"One hand covers the sky, one foot determines the universe."

"The second step of dark art, the strengthening of the body!"

Flying into his body with the mysterious white words , Ling Xue suddenly felt that the pain caused by opening the Eight Gates Dunjia had been offset by a lot. Although the feeling of pain still exists, it is already within the acceptable range.

After giving a signal to somewhere, Ling Xue yelled softly.

"Three-step step flash!"

Preemptively strike, and then strike against others.

The sound fell, and with three soft beeps, a purple circular magic circle appeared in front of the three possessed guys. At the same time, Ling Xue appeared on the three magic circles at the same time, as if divided into three.

"Drink!"

With a light drink, a string of short mysterious characters on the palm of Ling Xue's right hand was emitting a faint light.

If you observe carefully, this character is impressively the mysterious character that Ling Xue carved on the dagger last time. That's right, it is the space-time coordinates of Flying Thor.

Ling Xue is very aware of her own strengths and weaknesses, and her own weaknesses are precisely the other party's strengths, that is, her incomparably strong body and the powerful power to face her.

And the moment Ling Xue got close, the three possessed guys reacted quickly, reaching out and grabbing the wrist of Ling Xue's right hand.

Both Ayn Rand and Zhizi Yingyin caught nothing, but Zhizi Binet, who had scarlet eyes with traces of black lines, was caught right.

Even this little guy has become stronger.

Ling Xue felt the power from her wrist, and the purple magic circle under her feet disappeared immediately. But what is surprising is that the other two Ling Xue, who are obviously virtual images, jumped out of the ruptured purple magic circle, making a perfect 360-degree turn, and before the two of them could react, their hands were burning hot flames, pushed forward violently.

Hiss. . . Hiss. . .

Accompanied by the sound of two burning red irons being put into cold water, the clothes on the backs of Zhi Ziyingyin and Ayn Rand were directly burnt with a big hole, and on the exposed skin, a string of The short and familiar black lettering has already been printed.

Whoosh.

With a soft sound, the real body of Ling Xue, who was caught by Hiruko Hina, disappeared immediately. And the next moment, Zhizi Yingyin appeared behind him, and a blue cold light flashed past. The head of Zhizi Yingyin who was wearing a mask was cut off directly. On the fractured part of the neck, a layer of water-blue thin ice formed.

Seeing Hiruko Binet who was already turning around and stabbing towards him with a spear, Ling Xue curled her lips, and once again echoed the coordinates of another Flying Thunder God. One second before the black spear came again, it disappeared from the back of Hiruko Yingyin, and appeared behind Ayn Rand instead.

"The spear that pierces the dead thorn!"

Putting away the ice wheel pill, Ling Xue once again took out a long spear that shone with a strange red light from the inventory.

In the air, a scarlet z-shaped light struck Ayn Rand's heart with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, a section of red spear tip burst out of Ayn Rand's chest with black and purple blood. At this time, Ling Xue also waved the hand holding the magic gun. Shoot according to the trail of red light that flashed before.

The spear piercing the death thorn reverses the cause and effect, first there is the effect of hitting the heart, and then there is the cause of swinging the magic spear.

After doing all this, he kicked away the black magic spear that attacked again, and the silver wings pierced through the back of the "Fourth Generation Royal God Robe" that had already been opened in advance. The inverted body in the air opened the distance.

Feeling the tingling sensation from her feet, Ling Xue curled her lips, the strength after being possessed was really fucking great. . . . . .

Bang, boom, boom.

Accompanied by three muffled sounds, the three shadows stomped heavily. Visible to the naked eye, the ground where the three of them were on suddenly sank a lot, and dense cracks also crawled all over the surroundings. And with the help of this rebounding force, the three of them all raised their spears and stabbed at Ling Xue.

Damn, how much hatred? Ling Xue pouted.

Relying on her excellent dynamic eyesight, after dodging three stabs, Ling Xue waved her hand and chanted.

In an instant, the white words converged into two small magic circles and gathered on the palms of Ling Xue's hands. Dense black chains flew out of it, overwhelmingly rolled towards the three people who were adjusting their postures and were falling.

Can't fly this time? Just right! See where you go to borrow strength.

Whoop, whoop, whoop.

The sound of crisp chains wrapped the three of them like black rice dumplings.

"Drink!"

Lingxue raised her hands vigorously, and the black chain seemed to have life, and it spun quickly, and soon three black rice dumplings were wrapped into a huge black brown.

"Take a note from me, for Lianhua!"

Lingxue flapped her wings and threw herself on her back. She retracted her wings, driving the energy flowing on her body surface, and her body spun rapidly.

Between breaths, because of Ling Xue's rapid rotation, a thick seven-color tornado enveloped Ling Xue and the enemy he was holding.

boom!

A deafening sound sounded, and the already fragile surface exploded directly this time, forming a huge deep pit. With the deep pit as the center, as if a magnitude 12 earthquake had occurred, dense cracks continued to spread towards the surroundings, forming gullies one after another on the already messy land.

Finally, the "earthquake" stopped, but there was a muffled sound of "bang, bang" in the deep pit filled with smoke and dust. The "earthquake" that has stopped also seems to be showing signs of recurrence.

"Dragon rack!"

Lingxue's crisp voice came from a ravine not far from the pit.

As soon as the words fell, a huge cross ice shelf broke out from the brown soil and stood on the ground. In the huge blue ice shelf, three figures are clearly visible.

Ling Xue took off from another ravine. At some point, the Binglun Pill in Lingxue's hand was already in a state of dissolution.

call. . Taking a deep breath, Ling Xue knew that the three guys who had been strengthened were only temporarily frozen, and they would not be broken into pieces as the ice cracked.

no solution anymore. Ling Xue shook her head with a wry smile. Originally, she wanted to avoid big consumption, but in order to solve them 100%, she had to use it.

He raised up the Binglunwan which was already in a state of solution in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword at the sky, and uttered a few soft but chilling words from his mouth.

"Ice Sky and Hundred Flowers Burial!"

Thick energy of seven colors came out from Ling Xue's body, and flew to the high sky covered with dark clouds through the dissolved Binglunwan sword blade. And the thick dark clouds seemed to have been pierced by the majestic seven-color energy, and faint sunlight shone in from the huge cloud hole that was opened.

The thin sunlight that seems to be blown away and the dark clouds that gradually turn into white color form a different kind of beauty in the whole sky.

But you must know that under the beauty, there is infinite murderous intent.