After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn - Chapter 141

This blood mist… the man three hundred years ago…

Ling Yang suddenly raised his head. Across the crimson mist, the girl’s figure gradually blurred, black clothes with blood pupils, and frost on her temples. The demon who was born out of the sky stood at the mouth of the gorge, holding a bright knife with cold eyes.

She almost wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, and had long guessed that the man could not be buried in Shiling so easily, and indeed, he returned. Lingyang teleported, avoiding the old Jiao’s claw, and shouted: “You still say me? What qualifications do you have to say about me? Mingluan, Mingluan, isn’t what you do now is what I did back then?”

Peiyu’s face remained unchanged, “I’m different from you.”

Ling Yang laughed, “Different? What’s the difference! What I am looking at is Wuhua, and what you are looking at is Xiaobai!” Her voice gradually became cold, “What is the difference between us?”

Pei Yu frowned very lightly, and with a wave of the knife, the chill was refreshing and freezing to the bones.

On the dark rock wall, snow-white frost slowly condensed.

The ground is full of frost and thick like snow.

Above Lingyang Jun’s head is the ubiquitous blood mist, the unpredictable light of the sword, the foot is the old flood that has been dormant for thousands of years, the boiling river of the power of heaven, she wants to make the blood escape technique, which can transform her body into a fog. In an instant, the blood mist came around tightly, trapping her in a square inch.

The girl slowly walked through the mist with a knife, and the **** mist under her feet bloomed like a lotus.

“I’m not the same as you.” Peiyu raised the knife, and the frosty knife shone in the mist. “I won’t hurt her, never again.”

Lingyang squinted his eyes slightly, with his hands behind him, his long sleeves fluttering, “You just wanted to persuade me to turn back, now, kill me?”

Peiyu: “No, I still advise you to turn around.”

Lingyang seemed to hear something ridiculous, and couldn’t help but curl his lips, “I should laugh at you for being naive, or at you for being stupid.”

Peiyu remained silent, “It’s not ridiculous.”

“Okay,” Ling Yang tilted his head, “how do you persuade me?”

“move.”

The mist is crimson, blurry, and the white clothes with jade flutters in the red mist, like a cool snowflake in the fireworks.

Her figure was very fast, and she saw a white light flashing like a round of pale cold moon scimitar, and the sky was covered with frosty moonlight.

Lingyang was dragged by the blood mist, and was inconvenient to move, so he had to lay the loneliness wrapped in devilish energy. With a loud noise, the two soldiers collided and fireflies splashed everywhere.

The old Jiao roared, sparks surrounded by purple thunders rose, and fierce flames spread out on the river, like blossoming lotus flowers.

The white vapor and blood mist were mixed, and his vision became increasingly blurred.

Jun Lingyang frowned: “Are you not Mingluan?”

The first blow made her realize that the girl’s cultivation base is only the golden core, but Mingluan has already mastered the spirit, how can she only have the golden core?

Wushuang changed his moves in an instant, and a rush of autumn water and cold rivers struck Peiyu’s cold eyebrows.

The sky is full of silver snowflakes.

Her movements were too fast, and there was only an afterimage in her sight. Lingyang only had time to raise the knife, and a sharp long sound cut through the sky, and the rubble rolled down the abyss, splashing huge water splashes.

A piece of black sleeve was cut off and floated leisurely in the air.

Lingyang looked serious, “Who are you?”

The girl waved the knife again: “Peiyu.” She was always just Peiyu.

In the blink of an eye, the two knives struck several times with almost no gap, only sparks splashed and the knives floated.

Wushuang has been in Zhuoyu Peak for more than three hundred years, but it is not until today that Lingyang finally sees its original appearance——

The blade is like white jade, radiant and shiny, and the red line swims. When swinging the blade, the surging spiritual power comes. The silver-white blade and the blood-red fire are like snow floating on the cloud, and the glow of the green mountain is dyed.

Only in the hands of Peiyu, Wushuang showed its peerless demeanor.

A gorgeous knife, an unparalleled person.

Ling Yang waved his sleeves, her devilish energy turned into form, and a pair of extremely hard and dark magic armor covered her body. The loneliness is injected with magical energy, and the glory is prosperous and shining.

She gave Xie Canglan a magic knife in the past.

“Come on, whether you are Peiyu or Mingluan, let me see if you can compare to your master.”

The magic energy condenses and grows a handle, Ling Yang grasps the handle, and Mo Dao points directly at Peiyu.

The surrounding flames were fierce, and the steaming white steam was vast.

Peiyu crossed the knife, and the blade reflected her cold eyes.

The two swords intersected again, and the surging devilish energy rolled over, Peiyu retreated a few steps, Mo Dao followed closely and split the blood mist in half.

Peiyu was supported by Wushuang, pushing her waist down, avoiding the sharpest knife.

Lingyang’s WeChat public account, Orange Qiying Society, instantly changed its tricks, splitting it horizontally, and slashing at her, as if trying to split her into two parts.

Wushuang followed the change of moves, Peiyu’s body turned back, his sleeves stretched out, like a white bird with spreading wings, avoiding lightly.

In just a few breaths, the two played against each other again.

The dark Modao, with every blow with the momentum of thunder. The blade comes first, and then the devilish energy comes, showing its sharp edge.

Peiyu changed offensively, only defending but not attacking, stepping on the fallen leaves of the gravel, and the rock walls were covered with deep knife marks.

Lingyang is already a Yuan Ying, and he is more familiar with various ancient formations. Although the jade is extraordinary, it is only a golden pill.

Before the absolute cultivation level was suppressed, Peiyu looked dwarfed on the left and right, slightly struggling, the temples were stained with sweat, and the white clothes were stained with dust.

“It’s over.” Ling Yang held the knife in both hands and slashed it straight. The devilish energy rolled and covered the sky, and he slashed towards Peiyu with the knife.

“So you are not as good as your master, too,” Ling Yang smiled, feeling a little lost, “How can there be a second Huaibai in this world?”

The blood mist gradually dissipated, Ling Yang couldn’t bear to see the white clothes stained with blood anymore, lowered his head and sighed softly, “Even for Xiaobai, I won’t let you live, blame, blame, you are so extraordinary…”

Before the words fell, a clear knife blast suddenly came from the mist.

A white figure broke through the mist and jumped up like a crane with spreading wings.

The knives are radiant, overwhelming, like light snowflakes, and a little bit of starlight.

The wind was rustling, white clothes were hunting, huge water jets were raised on the river, and then the water jets exploded one by one, splashing water everywhere.

The devilish energy and spiritual energy in Peiyu’s body exploded at the same time, and the huge Yin Yang fish unfolded behind her. Every step of her step, there is a circulation of Tai Chi under her feet, and the thunder fire that has never extinguished on the old Jiao’s body is drawn into the Tai Chi. Black and white continue to spin, getting faster and faster, and finally merge into one, turning into chaos.

Peiyu opened her eyes, with frost and snow in her eyes, ruthless and indifferent.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, good fortune is work; yin and yang are ash, and everything is copper.

At this moment, she is the sharpest knife refined by heaven and earth, good fortune, yin and yang, and all things.

She waved the knife and returned all the sword techniques Lingyang had just performed.

The sword techniques of the two were exactly the same, except that Lingyang used the devil’s breath, and she borrowed the power of good fortune from the old Jiao’s body, the yin and yang energy.

Her figure is getting faster and faster, the light of the sword is like Lingling Yuehua, and the meteors are everywhere.

Depressed for a long time, once broke out, heartily!

Independent Gu Bahuang with a knife!

Ling Yang was shocked, did not dare to look directly at his sharp edge, and quickly backed away.

The demonic energy turned into more than ten strong barriers, blocking them in front of them. But under Wushuang, the devilish energy was scattered like a cloud of smoke, and only in a moment, Peiyu went to Lingyang.

Wushuang pressed her magic armor.

Previously, Lingyang danced one hundred and eighty-six styles. At this moment, Peiyu returned all the hundred and eighty-six styles.

“There is one last formula.”

The light of the knife was falling like rain, Lingyang had nowhere to escape, and when he opened his eyes, there was only a blank piece of white left in his eyes.

The one hundred and eighty-six styles merged together to form this last move. The wind was strong, the water splashed everywhere, and the old Jiao dived deep to avoid its sharp edge.

Wushuang drew down, and the magic armor shattered like water, and the speckled sparks dissipated in the air like fireflies.

Lingyang frowned in surprise, recovered from the shock, and looked down to see that the armor on his body had been cut.

Peiyu instinctively went a step further, but she just took the knife back and saluted Lingyang: “Thanks to my uncle’s advice, as the last resort, I want to name it and give it back to life, is it possible?”

“Vote for the peach for the plum?” Lingyang was startled, caressed his long hair on the sideburns, shook his head and smiled: “I take back what I said, you are better than your master.”

Peiyu quickly retorted: “No, I’m nowhere near the master!”

Lingyang smiled and said: “To repay peaches for plums? It is a pity that people don’t often reciprocate peaches for plums. They often repay their virtues with grievances. Nephew, I will teach you the last lesson.” She flipped her hand, and a black square mark appeared between her palms. Then, Lingyang Without hesitation, he smashed the seal in his hand, and scattered black powder.

“this is?”

As if receiving instructions, red beams of light rose up into the sky in every area of ​​the secret realm, forming one piece in the sky.

A weird symbol circulates in the air.

Peiyu raised her head, her expression a little dazed.

“Goodbye, nephew,” Lingyang’s figure gradually distorted after crushing Fangyin, “I hope that you can give back to you when you meet next time.”

…

The moment the red beam of light appeared, Sheng Ji suddenly felt a stagnation in his body’s spiritual energy. He fell from a high altitude and was about to fall into the bubbling muddy water.

He closed his eyes impeccably, and the stench came out, but then there was a soft fragrance.

He opened his eyes, he was still a foot away from the mud, and something was caught by his collar, and he flew to the side staggeringly, until the thing put him down until the shore.

“Thank you before…” Sheng Ji opened his mouth in surprise.

In front of me was a small, exquisite, and lovely spirit beast with Yuxue, white as a ball, with two small wings flying behind him, two round eyes, a little vermilion between the eyebrows, beyond all the red in this world.

“Red Wu Beast?” Sheng Ji was a little surprised. Spirit beasts often live in places with beautiful mountains and rivers. How can there be spirit beasts in places where this kind of spiritual energy is exhausted? Could it be that the red beast was hunted to almost extinction, and had to find here to survive?

He thought for a while and asked: “You have been following me just now?”

The red beast nodded.

He tilted his head to look at the red beam of light rising into the sky, “Do you know what that is?”

The little beast shook his head.

The little beast’s hair is white and fluffy, and its eyes are black, like two grapes.

Sheng Ji looked itchy, knelt down, touched its head, and smiled: “Thank you for saving me.”

The red beast rubbed his finger obediently.

A soft and warm touch came from his fingertips, his eyes were smiling, and his voice was gentle: “What are you doing with me? Want me to take you out?”

The Red Beast shook his head, bit the corner of his sleeve, waved his little wings, and flew in another direction.

“Where are you taking me?”

Sheng Ji was held forward and couldn’t help looking back at the red light beam. He didn’t understand what changed in the secret realm. The spiritual flow in his body was blocked, and he was worried about the situation of his friend.

But when he remembered a certain legend in Gushan, he suddenly didn’t have time to think a lot.

Can you make a bond with the red beast in the secret realm?

He stared at the petite white dumpling in front of him, shocked-shouldn’t this guy take advantage of the emptiness and tie him back to be a squadron?