Mo Juling not only subdued Wang Lingtong, but Fang Hai, another powerful general under the command of King Yue, was also accepted by him.

At that time, Fang Hai was affected by the Judge and the Yin Fu War, and his body veins were broken by heavy injuries, and he had half of his breath floating in the sea of clouds, and he happened to be discovered by the Ink Giant Spirit.

Mo Juling doesn't raise waste people, so he will inevitably get another hand of blood, so he simply doesn't plan to pay attention to Fang Hai, Fang Hai will definitely die in three days, but when he passed by him, Mo Juling found that the murderous aura emanating from this son was very sharp, and he should have been an assassin with extraordinary means before.

As a result, Mo Juling's mind moved slightly, first stained, then healed, zuihou raised him in his belly: Zhongtu shijie is sinister, it is always right to raise a means of self-defense, in case of a great disaster in the future, an assassination flew out when he spoke, maybe he could turn the tide at this moment!

At the same time as Fang Hai appeared, his sword blade had already stabbed into Su Jing's eyebrows.

It was also at this time that a person also appeared in Su Jing's ghost robe, also with an iron mask, but the mask of the person in the ghost robe was soft, beautiful, and a delicate and beautiful woman, and she hurriedly shouted: "Tianshi!"

The elder brother was subdued by the ink giant spirit, and the younger sister was saved by Su Jing.

Fang Hai got the help of the ink giant spirit monster, and his cultivation rose greatly; Fang Cai swallowed the Yin Yang Si elixir and healed most of his injuries, and the monk who lived with her in the ghost robe felt that this girl's mask was good-looking, and he pointed her out a few words on the cultivation method, and Fang Cai was inexhaustible, and he didn't go out for more than seven months and was concentrating on cultivation, so his combat power increased dramatically.

The younger sister pounced, stabbing obliquely to protect her brother's waist, and then the two of them fell diagonally and flew away together. Su Jing is difficult to get out of again!

Left fist and right palm, mouth spit assassin, three successive killings were all defused. Mo Juling's heart sank: It's over.

From the time the ink giant spirit grabbed the sword and was counterattacked to the present, the series of fierce fights were only a blink of an eye, but the situation was completely reversed: from the time Su Jing was about to be killed before he could launch the 'Zhangyi', he turned into the ink giant spirit and obviously had a body of skills and endless magic methods, but he never had a chance to use it again.

The sword had been fully swung.

Su Jing was too late, and after a blink of an eye, it became too late for the ink giant spirit.

The roar of the angry dragon spread through the four directions of the heavens and the earth, and the Xuanguang on the sword burst into flames;

The sword is like a dragon, Su Jing is like a demon! The sword momentum has bloomed, and at this moment, don't talk about the ink giant spirit with a broken soul. It is the immortals and Buddhas of the heavens, and the gods of Zixiao will come out together. Don't think about stopping Su Jing from using the King's Landing Sword again!

The scenery in the eyes of the ink giant spirit was that crazy demon Su Jing, and then a huge pain came.

The face hurts.

'Pop' made a crisp sound, the sword waved, the sword swung, the sword body flipped and did not see ten thousand swords coming, and the king's sword soul was still hidden in Zhangyi. The earth-shattering 'King's Landing' failed to be launched! It wasn't even a slash or a slash. Rather, it is struck horizontally with the blade of the sword. It hurts to hit the face hotly.

The huge momentum on the sword dissipated, and the opportunity to use the divine sword that was grabbed by Su Jing after three successive life and death disasters turned into a slap he slapped the ink giant spirit with his sword.

Su Jing frowned. Then he couldn't even maintain his posture of sitting upright, and he fell to the ground with a wry smile, and Zhang Yi took off his sword.

His face hurt, and he was slapped in the face, and the ink giant spirit, who was sure to die, was also stunned for a moment, and it was over with a slap? There was another sharp pain, and from the hand that clenched his fist, the strange hand in Su Jing's robe took advantage of his untidy mind to pinch hard, and pinched off four of the ink giant spirit's metacarpal bones and hand bones.

The ink giant spirit woke up in shock, struggled to snatch back his fist, and finally let go of the fair-skinned monster hand! The ink giant spirit was extremely intelligent, and he figured out everything in the short moment he broke free of his fist: after all, the little demon was too badly injured.

The cultivation of the Yuan was already restless, and he had to do it three times to get up, which not only hurt his body but also hurt his spirit: his divine sense was weak and unstable, and he could not fully urge the power of the divine sword, and finally fell short; when it came to the most critical moment, he couldn't even hold the hand holding the sword, so that the sword body flipped over, changed from slashing to pumping, and even a flesh scar failed to leave a single flesh scar on the ink giant spirit.

Although he was embarrassed and received a slap in the face, he was alive in death; although his hands were injured and his injuries were not light, the red-robed little demon was about to die, and once he died, any strange hand and sword would die with him!

Not far away, Su Jing's body sank and he didn't even have the strength to maintain his body and stay on the surface of the sea, so he sank into the sea of clouds.

The ink giant spirit would not help Su Jing to sink, but he didn't make a salvage move, a mind turned, and the ink liliang was sent out, and as Su Jing's body sank, the ink power cut through the sea water layer by layer.

At this moment, the scenery was rare and strange, Su Jing kept sinking, but the sea around him was churning and drumming, rolling to both sides. The ink giant spirit man was on the sea, looking down at Su Jing with a smile on his face.

The victory and defeat have been divided, life and death have been divided, and Mo Juling's voice and tone have returned to modesty: "The success has fallen short, Mr. is unwilling, right? This is the destiny of heaven, and it is useless to be unwilling." As he spoke, a large amount of black blood gushed out from his severed hand, and the naked eye could see that a novice was slowly giving birth under the influence of black blood: "I am a god, and the heavens favor me, so the three-body fang beat me into the netherworld, and I can also be reborn and immortal; ”

Su Jing's expression was painful, but his gaze was calm, and his voice was intermittent: "You smile and are happy that the immortal of your vein has been slapped, is it very comfortable?" Saying this, the sea of clouds around Su Jing suddenly became turbid, and then there was a thunderous roar, and a huge fish smashed the water surface and hit the ink giant spirit!

As soon as Zhang got rid of his hand, Su Jing and Beiming met the sea and killed strong enemies.

The ink giant spirit haha smiled, it was just the ordinary sword momentum of the Northern Underworld, not the awakening of the sword spirit that had killed the Great Sage, such a killing momentum was okay against ordinary enemies, it was really not worth mentioning to the Ink Giant Spirit, a few black long ropes jumped out with the master's mind, and easily resolved the Giant Kun raid, and the Northern Immortal Sword was beaten back to its original shape, and fell into the sea of clouds crookedly.

But the power of the long sword dissipated, and instead of being calm, the sea became more and more irritable, and when the huge waves poured into the sky not far away, a big mountain roared and churned, rushed out of the huge waves, and smashed into the ink giant spirit!

The real mountain, majestic and majestic, thousands of lonely high.

The ink giant spirit snorted, his body did not retreat, and he flew out and kicked the mountain, and in the strange rumbling sound, the huge mountain peak fell apart in all directions, turning into tens of millions of rubble and scattering in all directions.

It's a useless move, it seems to be a fierce offensive, but it is no threat to the ink giant spirit, but when kicking the mountain, a thought in the ink giant spirit flashes like lightning: the sword is hydrophilic, and it can turn into a giant kun by itself when it enters the sea, which is nothing unusual; the mountain can be accepted in the Sumeru spell, and it does not take up any space on the body, and it is not worth making a fuss, but to throw it out and smash people, it always takes a fierce and vigorous force, the red-robed demon is seriously injured and dying, where does he have the strength?

The rocks flew into chaos, and in the midst of the angry sea, suddenly a golden red light bloomed from the depths of the sea of clouds, and Su Jing, who had just been injured so much that he couldn't even hold the sword, was like a newborn sun, full of vitality and vitality, flying out from under the sea, holding a white longbow high in his hand, and the person pounced for a moment, bending the bow and hooking the string!

Mo Juling was shocked and frightened, he couldn't figure out why Su Jing was alive and vibrant, and he didn't dare to let him shoot the invisible arrow, fortunately, compared to the battle when he had just injured his hands and was slapped on his hands, time was very calm at this moment, Su Jing's kung fu pulling the bow was enough for him to cast a fierce spell The big curse in his heart was sacrificed, and a strange bell rang in the dark, and the next moment Su Jing's place collapsed.

When a piece of paper is torn, what happens to the person on the paper?

The magic of the ink giant spirit was not to attack Su Jing, but to shatter the small piece of heaven and earth where Su Jing was located, there was no escape, and there was no doubt about death!

With a long scream, this time the spell of the ink giant spirit was one step faster, Su Jing was already shattered and invisible before he could fully open the bow, and the small space was shattered, and he died without leaving a trace, and was erased out of thin air.

The Ink Giant Spirit only felt a burst of discomfort in his chest and abdomen, and it was extremely consuming to himself, especially when a large group of enemies had to be pressed and he was not lightly injured.

Even if you are tired and panting, it is worth it to kill the little demon in one fell swoop! The time spent together is not long, and the fierce fighting time is even shorter, but this kid is really too ecstatic and sad, knowing that Su Jing is by no means his opponent, but Mo Juling is already a little afraid of him, so the screams are in his ears, and Mo Juling can't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The turbidity in his chest had not yet been exhausted, and suddenly a fierce aura came from under the sea to the door, and the ink giant spirit hurriedly concentrated without using his divine sense, and the killing method broke through the sea, and a snow-white demon fox broke in, filling the eyes of the ink giant spirit.

How could there be a chance to complain, the ink giant spirit retreated violently, three steps and seventy miles! But the fox followed him like a shadow, retreating faster than him, and the mighty demon wind overturned the sea of clouds, and the nine-tailed demon fox was killed.

The ink giant spirit didn't even have time to take a breath, and there was only one way left to protect the main evil: abandon the pawn and protect the handsome. Regardless of the fracture of one hand and the rebirth of the other hand, the ink power is gathered in the broken palms as much as possible to resist the demon fox.

Exploding vigorously, the sea of clouds and mountains shook the sky, and the hoarse roar was full of bitter hatred, and the ink giant spirit blocked the blow of the demon fox and destroyed his own hands with his wrist.

Ink Djinn can't figure it out!

After the upheaval, he could understand that Su Jing, who had just been torn apart, had a wonderful illusion from the top, and he had fallen into the plan of 'striking the east and attacking the west', but what made him so strange was that he was so depressed that he had to throw mountains and draw bows, all of which needed strong support, even if the red-robed little demon straightened out the chaotic true yuan in his body, he would never recover so quickly, unless he was injured.

Mo Juling is not a fool, he will not be seriously injured just because Su Jing is lying on the ground and grinning, he has probed with his spiritual sense, and the true yuan in the red robe demon's body is indeed chaotic and, this is why he is sure that he has no combat power, so he did not take him to heart

"God, from the sky?" Under the sea of clouds, Su Jing's voice suddenly came out, laughing. When the words fell, the sea of clouds within a radius of three hundred miles suddenly calmed down. It was as if an invisible hand was brushing by, and the layers of huge waves that were boiling and rolling due to the confrontation of the great supernatural powers just a moment ago were smoothed out at once.

Three hundred miles, the sea of clouds is like a mirror, and there is no trace of light waves!

"That's a good point, guano also comes from heaven. Strange words and easy laughter, when speaking, the sea of green and white clouds gradually turned red and blazing, and the golden brilliance flowed in the middle of the bright and fiery red, and after a while, the sea water became restless again, but it was not the waves that overturned, but the flames swallowed and swayed When a sentence was finished, the sea of clouds disappeared out of thin air and was replaced by a bewitching sea of fire. (To be continued......)