The Mighty Female Immortal - Chapter 674

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A large water column swelled the waves and skyrocketed. Xu Ziyan stepped on the water column, twisted the dragon with a long gun, and swayed in the wind. The sea tide rushed to the hundred dragons and rushed to Yang Linglong.

Yang Ling's body shape is electric, flickering in the space, and the time is fascinating with hundreds of figures, dancing the long sword all the way, and fighting with hundreds of dragons.

Xu Ziyan's eyes flashed blue, and instantly locked the real body of Xu Ziyan. The dragon and the gun were vertical and turned into the image of Xu Ziyan. However, the real Xu Ziyan disappeared in a moment, and the body of the cloud made Xu Ziyan appear in front of Yang Linglong instantly. He extended his hands and grabbed Yang Ling’s legs and threw it away in the distance.

"Booming ~~"

The body of Yang Ling’s ten feet was thrown into a distant mountain by Xu Ziyan. When the mountain collapsed, countless megaliths rumbling down, burying Yang Ling's body underneath, leaving only two legs outside.

Xu Ziyan took shape and swept to the collapsed mountain. His hands again held Yang Ling’s legs, and pulled a glimpse of Yang Ling’s body from the mountain. He smashed into the air and slammed into the air. Earth.

The soil flew, the cracks on the ground stretched around, and a gap swallowed Yang Ling's body. Xu Ziyan once again picked up his arms and slammed Yang Ling's body repeatedly. The people on the crowd were stunned, and the back was sweaty and countless. The eyes of Wang Junjie and others have become dignified.

Suddenly. A bead was rushed from Yang Ling's body, and like a meteor, it ran into Xu Ziyan. A bang hit the chest of Xu Ziyan. A sudden pain came, Xu Ziyan hands loose, his body flew back. "噗" a spurt of blood, flew out.

Yang Ling’s figure stood up in the air and stood up. The red dress on her body was broken and a red hair fluttered backwards. There is a dark gold color on his face. A pair of eyes are red as blood. Reaching out, the long sword broke free from the dragon and returned to her hands. The dead flesh in the air flew toward the long sword and disappeared into the sword without a word.

At this point, Xu Ziyan also caught his figure in the air, looking at the bead with a stunned look into the long sword. When the mind was moved, the dragon-gun was once again turned into a dragon, and it quickly returned to her front, hovering. Xu Ziyan lifted his footsteps. Standing on the top of the dragon, staring at Yang Ling.

At this time, Yang Linglong is not only on the top of the sword, but also in the whole body. The black gas is full of deadly killing, as if it were formed by thousands of ghosts.

Yang Ling's footsteps were lifted, and the body had reached the front of Xu Ziyan, waving his long sword with both hands. Kneeling down.

Red-haired red clothes, pulling up the red shadow, but the power of that sword is black and lingering, the sword has not yet squatted, and the boundless black gas has already flooded. In the meantime, Xu Ziyan will be wrapped inside.

In the black air, thousands of ghosts bite toward Xu Ziyan. Xu Ziyan hurriedly slammed the fingers, and the thousands of handles of the moon whistling out, rushing toward those ghosts. The hovering dragon is also a big mouth, a whirlwind is formed from the mouth of the dragon, and the ghost head flying in the sky is sucked toward the body.

Thousands of handles of the fine wheel whirls. However, I can see that Zi Zi’s eyes are shrinking. Those who are the most powerful of the monks on the top of the monk. In the opposite of these ghosts, there is no way to do it. The moon-shaped wheels of the moon are like the ghosts, but they only pass through the ghosts, and they do not cause any harm to the ghosts. Those ghosts still rushed to Xu Ziyan.

The ghost head that flew to Xu Ziyan actually got into the body of Xu Ziyan. Straight to bite the soul of Xu Ziyan. From the outside, Xu Ziyan's body did not have any damage, but in the body of Xu Ziyan, those ghosts bite Xu Ziyan's soul, and even Xu Ziyan's soul was pulled from her body to the outside. If these ghosts pull the soul of Xu Ziyan out of the body and let the soul lose its roots, it will be swallowed up by these ghosts. Without a doubt, Xu Ziyan will become a dead body.

Xu Ziyan was shocked and hurriedly locked the soul, but there was a sharp pain from the depths of the soul.

With a bang, Yang Lingyi’s sword fell down and slammed into Xu Ziyan’s body. He swept Xu Ziyan from the air and slammed the earth into a deep pit, and Xu Ziyan slammed into the ground.

In the sky, the dragon's body continually swells, because he has swallowed too many ghosts. Suddenly, the hovering dragon, the body shrinks, and finally burst into flames. From the body of the dragon, a ghost whistle came, and countless ghosts rushed out and formed a dark cloud in the air. The black cloud squirmed in the air, turning into a huge face, and the faces of the monks on the ground were pale.

Yang Linglong holds a long sword and stands on the top of the giant face. His eyes lock the deep pit on the ground, and a smile is full of enthusiasm.

The huge face suddenly slammed into the mouth, and a huge whirlwind formed. In the meantime, the wind turns clouds and the sands fly. A huge suction was created, and the shape of Xu Ziyan was attracted by the whirlwind, slowly rising from the deep pit.

On the ground, Yanshan soul looked cold and looked at Yang Lingling in the air, and looked at Xu Ziyan, which was gradually rising. With your hands tight, you want to fly out. At the same time, Xu Tianlang, Ling Xiao, Xu Lin and Tai Xuanzong and other people look a tight, the body's breath is fluctuating, it will rise to the sky.

Suddenly, their body shape was a meal, they stopped their actions, and their eyes were focused on Xu Ziyan.

When the original purple smoke rose from the ground, the limbs were loose, and the opposite side was in the air, a coma. This made the people who were close to Xu Ziyan feel scared, but when they acted, they saw Xu Ziyan's body shape and stood up in the air. Yang Ling’s eyes in the air are shrinking.

"噗~~"

Xu Ziyan squirted a blood, but this blood is not because of the sword that Yang Ling’s majesty, Xu Ziyan, who has the peak of the Chinese treasure, and that sword still can’t hurt her. This blood is because her soul has been hurt, and at this time in her body, there are still hundreds of ghosts biting her soul, causing the blood in her mouth to spurt.

The body swayed in the air, and there was a fluster in the eyes of Xu Ziyan. On the giant face, Yang Ling’s figure was a vertical figure, and she left the huge face, and the sword in her hand rose. Then she pointed to Xu Ziyan. The huge and sky-shaking giant face immediately spread out and turned into thousands. Ghost head, black clouds also cover the Xu Ziyan. Just in an instant, I will wrap the purple smoke.

Xu Ziyan's soul began to loosen, and countless ghosts bite her soul to pull, so that Xu Ziyan felt a sharp pain from the depths of the soul, and began to spurt blood within the Seven Miles.

"Dead! This is dead!"

Xu Ziyan’s heart was stunned, and his mind was turned, and suddenly he was alive, his heart was bright and cheerful. She remembered that when she was healed for Lu Guangtian, the gas of life in her body was a deadly nemesis. Quickly sealed the black death gas in Dantian and released the white life gas alone.

This white life is not the nemesis of death and killing. After rushing out of Dantian, it quickly rotates in the veins of Xu Ziyan. Xu Ziyan was filled with the exuberant vitality of the whole body. The ghosts in the body began to disappear in an instant, and each of them screamed and screamed toward the outside of Xu Ziyan.

During the time, a black gas was thrown out of the body of Xu Ziyan, and then the body of Xu Ziyan was completely occupied by the gas of life. In the body of Xu Ziyan, a white and holy light was transmitted, like the Baoguang body, releasing people. The ray of worship.

Xu Ziyan gave a glimpse of her, and there was a jade card on her fingertips. It was the original treasure that she got in the Qingxong Zongfang City that could release the three-legged Jinwu. The fingerprints quickly entered the jade card, and countless life qis condensed into the jade card with the handprints. I saw that the jade brand was white and white, releasing a holy light.

"Get up!"

Xu Ziyan slammed, and the sacred jade card suddenly went to the air to sacrifice, and instantly magnified the square.

"Boom~~"

The fire broke out, and countless three-legged Jinwu came out from the jade. The flames released by the three-legged Jinwu are different from the previous ones. They have a strong life, and even the original red flames become white and hot. That is the life of Xu Ziyan used to enter the jade card.

At this time, Xu Ziyan’s mental strength has reached the peak of the peak of Yuan Ying’s later period. The same time, the Qinghuo Zongdan Dan’s monk was able to release thousands of three-legged gold in an instant. The whole sky was like a floating cloud, hula Lap to the ghosts around me.

The ghost head and the three-legged Jinwu immediately battled in one place, and both sides were constantly consuming both the ghost head and the three-legged Jinwu. Seen from the ground, a cloud of dark clouds and a cloud of burning clouds in the sky are colliding, both sides are rapidly consuming, and the two groups of Baizhang Clouds are constantly shrinking.

Yang Lingyan frowned slightly, and the hand holding the sword slammed into shock. The black air around the blade suddenly condensed toward the middle, and the black air of the sword retreated toward the tip of the sword. The beads were transmitted, and it was the dead flesh.

The deadly killing of the beads was suspended on the head of Xu Ziyan. At the same time, the real yuan in Yang Ling’s body was also rushing toward the dead and killing beads, pouring into the dead and killing beads.

"嗡~~"

There was a humming sound in the whole river, and the deadly slashing and slashing stalks suddenly grew up. From the inside, the densely swaying ghosts rushed out, and the original number and power of the original rushed toward Xu Ziyan. Only in an instant, the three-legged Jinwu almost eliminated two-thirds of the amount.

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