Chapter 2146 Desperate Misty Sword

"Won't I shed a tear for you?" Luo Lian was startled, his heart trembled, and his face was sad. "If you die, I will follow you."

But she couldn't say these words in the end. She promised the Ice Emperor that he would never recognize Zhuo Bufan if he was willing to save Zhuo Bufan, unless...

"Boy, don't talk nonsense here, die!" The old woman's face was distorted and terrifying, full of ugliness, her palms began to pinch the seal, and thick black mist came out of her body, "Nine Erosion Soul Claws ."

The power between heaven and earth was shaking, trembling, surging, frantically converging towards the old woman.

The gazes of other people have become extremely shocked and horrified. Is this the strength possessed by a realm-level powerhouse?

"This time, can you stop it? Boy, blame you for being too pushy." The old woman's voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Showy?

No one else understood the meaning of this sentence. Only Liu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly widened his beautiful eyes, "Could it be that Zhuo Bufan was the one who killed Yinshang in the Tiancheng Continent? He didn't lie?"

Zhuo Bufan didn't seem to feel the crisis, he only felt a pain in his heart, as if he was strongly gripped by a palm. In the past two decades, he has moved from the earth to the Xuanjie Sect, from the Xuanjie Sect to the Dark Demon Sea, for nothing. See this woman in front of you?

But why?

Why doesn't she recognize herself?

He wanted to vent his heartache, heartache, and the breath that had accumulated in his heart. Zhuo Bufan held the Hunyuan stick tightly in his hands, his dark eyes were sparkling like never before, and the dark golden stick in his hand waved countless dense shadows of the stick.

It seems that this is the only way to vent all the sadness and sadness in my heart.

When he was just married, Ye Ziqin was extremely cold and disappointed with him!

Later, he finally woke up and returned from rebirth to change everything. He saw the pressure that Ye Ziqin was under and regretted the harm he had done to her.

Later, for the Pisces jade pendant, Ye Ziqin and the major sects of the earth were enemies!

Join hands in admiring the lanterns and visit the historical sites.

There is a wishing tree in front of Jialan, Ye Ziqin left a wish, "May your heart be like my heart, and this love will remain the same."

In order to seal the alien demon, Ye Ziqin went to the ice emperor ruins to ask for medicine and left the earth.

Fu Mo took out the Jidao wheel mirror, Zhuo Bufan sacrificed his life to save Ye Ziqin, without regrets!

"No matter what the reason is, you refuse to recognize me, but I will never give up on you. I never did before, now, let alone." Zhuo Bufan yelled, and the dark golden Hunyuan stick in his hand became more and more fierce. ,fast.

He has reached the realm of'Sword from the Heart', no matter what weapon is in his hand, he can be used as a sword.

The layers, dense and dense, the sharp shadows of the sticks are sword auras, lingering like a hairspring, and sharp as a sword's edge, surrounding the body, not dissipating, but more and more, like a large group of wandering fish. around.

A sorrowful scent permeated the heaven and earth, and even other people were infected, and it was inevitable that a sorrowful scent rose in my heart.

"Well, this guy actually comprehends swordsmanship at this moment?" His Highness widened his eyes and asked inconceivably.

Shui Mao also rounded his eyes, and his face showed a look of horror.

Swordsmanship also belongs to the category of martial arts. At this time, Zhuo Bufan has realized the new swordsmanship, and even the world is filled with a desolate and desolate taste. This swordsmanship has reached the requirements of world-class martial arts! Self-made domain!

Although Zhuo Bufan has reached the ‘sword from the heart’, but the nine swords against the sky only have nine forms, he has never worked out his own sword skills.

At this moment, his heart was ashamed and sad, and he finally realized his own swordsmanship.

"Sullen Yanyujian!" Zhuo Bufan snorted softly.

In the valley, the misty rain swayed down, misty rain, like a spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the ancient poets were depressed, and melancholy in the rainy days, they could write unparalleled poems that shook the past and the present, and express their feelings.

The old woman grabbed the palm of her hand, and the huge palm that had accumulated a thick black mist was even bigger than Shui Mao's transformation. Her five fingers carried the sharp black mist, as if to tear the sky, and grabbed it straight towards Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan also flickered in his eyes, and the Hun Yuan stick pointed towards the huge palm transformed into the black mist!

The tens of thousands of sword energy surrounding the body is like a drizzle, untiringly, rushing towards the huge palm.

Those sword auras were not the same as usual. In addition to fierceness, there was still a touch of softness, needles hidden in the cotton, like thousands of fishes, struggling to fend for themselves, shattered to pieces and not afraid, colliding against the huge black mist palm.

Unexpectedly, it resisted the violent offensive of the black mist palm.

Sadly Yanyu Sword, created from the realm of heart with Zhuo Bufan swordsmanship, from the sad to the extreme, even in the realm-level martial arts, it also belongs to the advanced martial arts. If Zhuo Bufan uses the natal flying sword and cooperates with the deity to use it, it will be such a powerful force. It will be even more frightening.

But that old woman is a realm-level powerhouse after all, no matter the realm of strength or the richness of true essence, Zhuo Bufan's existence is not comparable.

The gap between the two is too big, unless the deity is here.

Now Zhuo Bufan is just a clone. Although Misty Rain Sword Silk has resisted the power of Hei Mist's palm print, Hei Mist's palm is still in a ruinous posture, annihilating the countless sword qi that swims, and slaps it down towards Zhuo Bufan.

"Witch, don't kill him." Luo Lianxin yelled, she cried, and crystal tears rolled down her cheeks.

The old woman's sullen face was startled, but the martial arts had already been used and couldn't stop.

"Ye Zi, don't worry, this is just my clone, it won't really die." Suddenly, a voice transmission sounded in Luo Lianxin's mind.

"Clone?" Luo Lianxin was surprised.

Do clones have such strength? How powerful is that deity.

Everything was slow to say, but it took only a few seconds. Finally, the true essence in the body was completely consumed, and the misty rain sword was crushed and annihilated by the black mist palm, and then slapped Zhuo Bufan's body again. Zhuo Bufan's body flew out, and his chest exploded. Opening a transparent hole before and after, the breath is wilted to the extreme.

"Little Zhuo..."

"Little Zhuo..."

Yuwang and Luo Yuer's hearts trembled.

"People of the Demon Race?"

"I'm so courageous, I dared to appear in the Dark Demon Sea."

Suddenly, between the heaven and the earth, two boundless voices rang again, and then, a force that oppresses the heaven and the earth enveloped the entire valley, and everyone felt suffocated, and even the blood flow stopped for a while.

The face of the old woman in mid-air changed slightly, but she was not afraid. She came to Dark Demon Sea and already guessed the ending. Dark Demon Sea has two Star Alliance realm kings. Once she erupts out of the power of realm-level powerhouses, she is determined Will alarm the two world kings.

Everyone was horrified.

Looking ahead, the void was distorted, and two figures came out, an old man with long black hair and an old man with long white hair.

The aura of the two of them is restrained, like ordinary old people, but can ordinary old people teleport in the void?

Seeing these two old people, a small feeling of high mountains stood up in everyone's heart.

"Saint, go!" The old woman's eyes were red.