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Chapter 223 How can the ugly chicken lose blood?

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    A sword cut out, sprayed black air, and circulated on the rune sword. The air was filled with clear and palpable hatred, the purest hatred, the kind of hatred that emerges for survival.

    This is the purest artistic conception, but it is not something that ordinary monks can grasp.

    Just slashing out with a sword, Qin Yang's aura soared wildly, the secret method was violent, and with the addition of the Twelve Demon Swords, Qin Yang's mind fell into sinking instantly, unable to control himself.

    "Second hate for a confidante!"

    Nearly gritting his teeth, the rolling roar from his throat sounded again.

    Qin Yang's aura once again soared to the peak of the Divine Sea, the rune sword trembled slightly, and the runes inscribed on it glowed faintly, shaking the power of the soul, turning into turbulent waves visible to the naked eye, covering the land within a radius without distinction.

    On the other hand, Lian Yu, who had just started the battle with Lin Chiqing, changed his complexion drastically, and four large characters flashed in his heart: Twelve Demon Swords.

    This madman!

    To actually want to use the three-yuan body to counterattack the power of the Lingtai, even if there are twelve magic swords, at least six swords have to be cut before there is hope.

    In an instant, Lian Yu understood Qin Yang's thoughts, and his heart was filled with horror.

    Lian Yu knew Jiang Chuan's Twelve Demon Swords very well, but Jiang Chuan never passed them on to her, but he knew very clearly the evil nature of these Twelve Demon Swords.

    Seeing the ripples spread, Lian Yu immediately fled into the distance.

    Lin Chiqing's complexion changed slightly. He didn't know the evil nature of the Twelve Demon Swords, nor the evil nature of the rune sword in Qin Yang's hand, so he escaped a little slower.

    And at this moment, it was wiped by a ripple.

    In an instant, Lin Chiqing was struck by lightning, and his head was hit hard by a sledgehammer.

    Just rubbing it, the soul has been damaged, and the strength has declined.

    By the time he exited the range of the rune sword, Lian Yu's attack had already arrived.

    Here is the mouth of the sea, where the Inner Sea meets the Dead Sea. There is plenty of water vapor here, and the spirit of water is the most intense. Lian Yu has regained her strength, and she can at least exert 120% of her strength here.

    This is also the reason why Lian Yu is sure that if he works hard, he can definitely kill Lin Chiqing

    While other people can hide, there is no way for the Saintess of Lingtai to hide.

    Qin Yang fell into madness, all the aura shrouded her body, as long as she avoided it, she would show her flaws, and if she showed her flaws, she would make a wrong step and a wrong step.

    Not to mention, Qin Yang just slashed two swords, and his strength skyrocketed to the peak of Shenhai. She naturally knew that if Qin Yang made a move, his strength would definitely continue to rise.

    The silvery moon blade covered the sky and the sun, turned into a storm, and enveloped Qin Yang in it.

    Qin Yang urged the tortoise shell, holding the black pot in one hand, pressing forward step by step, resisting all the moon blades, his momentum rose steadily, and his fighting spirit turned into a substantial Changhong, soaring into the sky.

    Although Moon Blade was blocked, the fierce aura was like countless blades, enveloping Qin Yang, strangling Qin Yang's body like a pervasive water flow.

    "Pfft"

    A series of sounds of skin bursting sounded, countless wounds burst open on Qin Yang's skin, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the dragon marrow that almost burned him to death was slowly lost under this terrifying consumption.  Terrible temperature.

    Qin Yang's face was ferocious, his eyes were red, and he let out a low growl.

    "Three hatreds are endless!"

    With another sword strike, Qin Yang's aura suddenly soared to the Lingtai, even though he was two small realms away from the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai, at least he was on the same starting line.

    At this time, the most dangerous time is over.

    But in the next step, if he can't force himself to push the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai to a desperate situation and kill her in one breath, he must be the one who dies in one breath.

    Three swords were cut out, and the blood gushing out of Qin Yang's body evaporated instantly, turned into blood, and poured into the rune sword in his hand.

    The scorching dragon marrow in the body forcibly replenished Qi and blood, but at this moment, more than half of it was consumed.

    "Four hates for the cruelty of the world!"

    Another sword slashed out, and the remaining dragon marrow in Qin Yang's body was instantly consumed, and the true energy in his body was also forcibly drained in an instant.

    The strong physical body seemed to have shrunk, and in an instant, it became skinny, skinny, and the blood in the body was forcibly drained.

    And under the four swords, the aura once again soared to the middle stage of Lingtai.

    The runes on the rune sword began to bloom with dazzling brilliance, the body of the sword trembled slightly, layers of mysterious halos, unstoppableIt is absolutely easy to collectively suppress a guy with only a trace of blood left.

    "Do you want to know what this is?" Qin Yang walked slowly, his smile became brighter and brighter: "I won't tell you."

    "However, now you can know what dong is."

    Qin Yang walked up to the saintess of the Lingtai, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and flicked the Haoyang treasure bell lightly with his fingers.

    "Boom!"

    A deep bell rang.

    The eyes of the saintess of the Lingtai under the Haoyang treasure bell were momentarily dull.

    Her body was swept away by a ripple, her bones and flesh were thinned out, and her soul was shattered. Only a silver-white skeleton remained in place, and everything else was reduced to dust.

    Qin Yang resisted the tiredness that was deeply rooted in his soul, stretched out his hand and used the corpse-touching skill on the skeleton, and took out two balls of light, casually sent them to his head, and didn't have the energy to inspect them.

    Only after killing people and touching corpses can a whole set of procedures be completed before one can relax.

    And there is Lin Chiqing's body next to it.

    Similarly, after groping the corpse, after eradicating all possible backhands of the opponent, he took out a skill book and slapped it into his head.

    At this time, Qin Yang staggered and sat on the ground.

    Haoyang Baozhong flew in front of Qin Yang, and the ugly chicken poked its head out from inside, looking at Qin Yang in shock.

    "Qin Youde, I told you not to be so wicked. You see, you have been punished now." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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