The left arm was chopped off by life, only the right hand holding the Frost Sword moved towards the stone stele step by step.
In this battle, Jiang Shenyu fought with more than 20 young talents with serious injuries, slaughtering them one by one.
"Now, the martial art reincarnation map should be mine!"
The exhaustion in his bloodshot eyes is full, but the steps under his feet are still stubbornly moving towards the stone monunt. The blood on the right palm has already dried up, and his five fingers with a strong **** taste lightly press on the quaint stone monunt. The next mont, Jiang Shenyu's figure disappeared.
Behind him, a sturdy figure stepped out slowly from the corner, staring at the direction where Jiang Shenyu disappeared, startled.
After a long ti, the figure also walked into the stele.
The world of stone steles is different. When Jiang Shenyu opened his eyes again, he was lying on a bed of warm and jade-like stone.
In front of him, a man in silver armor holding a Tutian painted halberd was staring at him.
"Who are you?"
When the energetic young general saw him wake up, he asked.
"Junior Jiang Shenyu, see Senior Xuanwu Army in Samsara!" With his ingenuity, how could he not think of the identity of the person in front of him?
It is recorded in ancient books that the silver armor cracks the sky, referring to the existence of this samsara basalt army in battle armor.
"It turns out that it's already an epoch... Can the blood demon clan still exist in the world?" General Yinjia asked.
For so reason, he feels evil.
"Never heard of..."
Hearing that, there was a slight strangeness in the eyes of General Silver Armor, but then Jiang Shenyu opened his mouth and said: "When it cos to the Lost Ti and Space Demon Race, currently only the Yin Demon Temple power is quite extraordinary..."
General Yinjia smiled and began to talk about ancient and modern tis with him, "Back then, the Blood Demon Race was rampant in Lost Ti and Space, and I waited to leave the inheritance here to guard, my remnant thought, finally waited for the destined person!"
"You relax, I will close my body and give it to you!"
Jiang Shenyu hurriedly got up and knelt down and said, "Thank you, the junior, you must do your best!"
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At this mont, Zheng Yi stepped on a pile of dead bones and walked among the ruins. Judging from the degree of destruction, this place was already dilapidated in that era.
Most of the majestic palace was torn away by Shengsheng's claws, and among the rubble under his feet, there were parts of dismbered corpses everywhere.
"It seems that this place has experienced a tragic death fight in ancient tis!" Zheng Yi put up a twelve-point ntal alert. This place is too weird, and it is inevitable that there will be resentnts from creatures.
"Jiang Shenyu..." Zheng Yi stopped with his gaze, not far from the dim throne of the broken palace where most of it had been cut off, the blood on Jiang Shenyu's chest had drained, and the left arm that had been cut off in the previous battle was reconnected. Go up with the dead bones.
Jiang Shenyu, who had a pale complexion and strange starlight in his eyes, had no vitality in his body, and the Frost Sword in his hand had lost his spirit.
"Hiss!" Jiang Shenyu seed to spot Zheng Yi's figure, and slowly got up from the ruined throne. "
"Who are you? You are not Jiang Shenyu!" Zheng Yi found that sothing was not quite right. Jiang Shenyu in front of him seed to be taken away by soone!
"Zheng Yi, did you co here?" Jiang Shenyu, who had a lack of eyesight for the first mont, looked at the strong man in front of him with horror like a frightened bird, and he seed to have regained his sanity.
"Kill !" Jiang Shenyu roared, but a flash of awe-inspiring light flashed, and he imdiately regained his evil side, "It seems that you are old acquaintances, if so, I will laugh at these two bodies!"
"Jiang Shenyu" lifted the Frost Sword in his hand and hurried towards Zheng Yi, just like when the two were fighting for the first ti!
"Sa as a sword repairman, I will help you relieve your pain today!" Zheng Yi has already seen that the person in front of him has taken away Jiang Shenyu and is already the spirit of the demons.
"Destroy Nine Swords, the first type, Wangchuan!" The iron sword in Zheng Yi's hand showed a black glow, and the dark body of the sword pierced towards the Frost Sword!
"Om!"
As if feeling the master's call, the Frost Sword in Jiang Shenyu's hand buzzed, bursting out with a faint blue light, as if to confront Zheng Yi.
But at this mont, Jiang Shenyu shouted loudly: "Zheng Yi, you and I have been grudges in the past, don't let the demons be born!"
He maintained the last trace of clarity, and at the last mont he chose to give up resistance, the Frost Sword in his hand surged out and flew toward the outside of the hall!
"Hey!"
It was the sound of the iron sword slashing through the flesh and blood, and Jiang Shenyu's head rose to the sky, and his body gradually stagnated, standing still in place.
Above it, a scarlet glow flashed, and a group of bright red energy floated towards the hall.
"Want to go!" Zheng Yi's eyes flashed, chasing after the ball of light.
"The famous na of the old man I was destroyed by the hands of two little sword repairers. That **** kid, desperately to resist, lost his body, thousands of years seal, I am afraid I am not an opponent!" His energy turned into a middle-aged man wearing a crown.
"It seems to be the demon in the record!" Zheng Yi looked at the man in front of him, and the iron sword in his hand was clenched again.
"How about working together as you and ? I can give you great power!" the middle-aged man wearing a crown said.
"The second form of the Nine Swords of Dust, Silence!" Zheng Yi didn't say a word of unnecessary nonsense to the man in front of him, just swiping a sword, stirring up the dust!
"Hahahaha! Although I have sealed it for thousands of years, it is not what you can do with a little sword repair!"
The middle-aged man fought a hard blow, unscathed, and laughed wildly at this mont.
"The fire of extinguishnt, burn!" Zheng Yi pinched his finger, a drop of blood was forced out, and fell on the sword body, an extre sword intent appeared, and then, the dark black sword light began to wipe away the man's original spirit. !
The piercing pain hit, and the middle-aged man finally realized that it was wrong. This sword move was specifically aid at the magic of the soul!
"No!" The orangutan showed its original appearance, and was torn apart by the black sword gang, and finally dissipated invisible.
The dust settled, but in a flash.
Zheng Yi looked at the headless but upright body with a complicated expression. What a romantic posture of sword repair was once, and the curtain ca to an end at this mont.
The Frost Sword inserted in the ruins not far away, the sword body trembling unceasingly, the azure blue light gradually dimd.
Zheng Yi stepped forward, drew out the Frost Sword, held up Jiang Shenyu's head, and walked toward the upright body in the hall.
"You and my grievances, that's it!"
Zheng Yi muttered softly, looking again at the handso man holding the Frost Sword in front of him, but he could only sigh, there is no Jiang Shenyu in the world!
Frost screams, accompanied by the ups and downs of the master.
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