Since it is possessed by the **** of death.
How can there be no death blade.
Although the black mist around the old king dissipated, and even the cloak disappeared, but in the process of waving his hand towards Chu Linguang and cutting it down, there was another black sickle, which automatically evolved with the old king's arm hanging down.
And exuded a biting chill.
The death blade came towards Chu Linguang.
Chu Linguang's eyes covered the past, and at the same time a sword aura cut out, the sword aura collided with the death blade, and the death blade penetrated through the sword aura, as if the sword aura had not been resisted.
It sank straight into the ground, leaving a striking crack.
And the death blade, as if it could ignore any attack, any defense, directly penetrated, and continued to slash towards Chu Linguang.
Moreover, there is even the ability to lock, making Chu Linguang inevitable and inevitable.
With the fiery eyes covered with golden eyes, Chu Linguang realized that this is the power of the netherworld, which belongs to a third-party power, and the vulgar sword qi is true and hard to hurt.
Few people can resist it.
But Chu Linguang could also see that the Death Blade was not completely overbearing. The moment the sword aura touched it, the power of the Death Blade was also weakened.
It's just not that obvious.
And this is just a matter of time.
Chu Linguang controlled the Netherworld Fengshui Bureau.
In the end, Death Blade faded a lot, but it continued to slash towards Chu Linguang.
Chu Linguang was moved.
Xuanming's spear technique exploded one after another, and the tyrannical spear light continuously covered the past, and finally destroyed the death blade dangerously and dangerously.
"No, if this goes on, if the old devil comes with a few death blades again, I will be consumed to death."
Chu Linguang secretly called a bad idea in his heart.
The old king's ultimate move was beyond his expectation.
"See how long you can resist?"
The old king looked overjoyed and felt that he might kill Chu Linguang.
With all his strength, he cut out a death blade again and quickly covered Chu Linguang.
"Worse, the power of the Netherworld can only be resisted by the black and yellow qi or the Buddhist gang qi. Although Brother Chu has supernatural powers, the power of that body can't restrain the death blade at all."
Guo Chen said in shock.
Seeing that when Chu Linguang dealt with the first Death Blade, he seemed a little anxious, not as calm as before.
"Mr. Guo is there any way?"
Ning Xuanyuan also realized that something was wrong, and said hurriedly.
"Unless there is a strong person who has cultivated the aura of Xuanhuang and has achieved great success, or a Buddhist master, shows up to help, Brother Chu is in danger."
Guo Chen said anxiously.
"what?"
Everyone was shocked.
Where can I find a strong person who has cultivated the Xuanhuang Qi and achieved great success? There are also Buddhist masters.
Ning Xuanyuan and the others are standing by, ready to support Chu Linguang at any time.
Ye Chen cried out inwardly.
If Chu Linguang died in the hands of the old emperor, it would be the end he saw most urgently.
He didn't want to have such a terrible enemy.
"Xuanming Spear Technique, fifth style, the sky is broken and the earth is broken!"
Chu Linguang did not believe in evil.
The strong marksmanship, covered, under the spear light, three feet in a radius, is purgatory, covering the death blade, but in the line of sight, the death blade is only weakened, directly penetrated, and continued to move towards Chu Linguang Chop over here.
Unstoppable, penetrating all the pictures, making the scalp numb.
"this..."
Chu Linguang's complexion changed drastically.
The Netherworld Fengshui Bureau couldn't break this death blade, and a strong body of true essence was of no avail. None of the inherited techniques and supernatural powers worked, how could this battle be fought?
"It is detected that the master is locked by the power of the evil spirit, and at a critical moment, the master will be provided with a haunted chase, and all the evil spirits will be eliminated. May I ask the master if he inherits it."
At a critical juncture.
The whirlpool hadn't been moving for a long time, and the voice rang in Chu Linguang's mind again.
"inherit!"
Chu Linguang said without hesitation, no matter what he inherited, he inherited first.
"Congratulations to the master for inheriting Yan Luo Guichai and killing all the evil spirits."
Congratulations, the whirlpool.
In an instant.
Chu Linguang only felt that he had received a layer of identity blessing, although on the surface there was no change.
The strength has not improved either.
But his true essence lethality has quietly changed.
At this moment, the Death Blade was already close at hand.
In such a situation, counterattack was already impossible, Chu Linguang exploded, and the Netherworld Fengshui Bureau enveloped him, constantly weakening Death Blade's attack.
And quickly get away from the death blade.
When the Death Blade passed through the Netherworld Fengshui Bureau and slashed towards him again, due to the change in distance and energy consumption, it slowly disappeared and faded into nothingness.
But Chu Linguang's reaction, especially the scenes of the explosive shots and the retreat from the iron tower, made everyone feel that Chu Linguang looked extremely embarrassed, and it seemed that the low level could not stop the old king's ultimate move.
Especially when I saw that Chu Linguang's fifth Xuanming spear technique was so powerful that he couldn't shake the blade of death at all. Everyone felt that Chu Linguang had nothing to do.
I was afraid that the old king would be able to completely kill Chu Linguang with another death blade.
No one can stop the old king anymore.
This awareness made everyone's expressions unnatural.
I was grateful for misfortune, and some but with a sad face, I wish I could help Chu Linguang.
Ye Chen and Sun Yaze are among the happiest people.
The two were robbed of the limelight by Chu Linguang, especially Ye Chen, who felt that the Southern Region was at stake. The soldiers of the Southern Region even questioned him because Chu Linguang was not dead. He could not sleep well.
Even in his heart.
I would rather the old emperor launch a murder here today than Chu Linguang continue to show off his power.
"Have you seen, Chu Linguang is not as strong as you thought, he is going to die."
Patriarch Zhao hurriedly reminded Zhao Xun'er.
Let Zhao Xun'er not think about it, especially when he retires from Ye Chen.
Zhao Xun'er would not speak for a while, but kept looking at Chu Linguang, always feeling that Chu Linguang was not so easy to lose.
"God is jealous of the talent! Your dad chose the wrong one after all."
Ji Weili, who had already been shaken, saw that Chu Linguang was in danger, and once again recognized Ye Chen.
Zhao Yingying sighed and knew in her heart that Chu Linguang was dead, and she could understand what her father did. She even felt that Zhao Tianyou chose Chu Linguang to be right. If she knew that Chu Linguang was so strong, she would fully support her father. Turn to attend Ning Xuanyuan's wedding.
"When can you hide?"
The old king chased him, and black mist came out again up and down around him, and the cloak appeared, his body rose into the air, and the moment his arms waved, when death came, a blade of death flashed again, slashing towards Chu Linguang. .
"kill!"
Chu Linguang squeezed the silver spear, this time he didn't retreat but instead moved forward, and then rose into the air, swinging the spear straight towards the death blade.