ebonymovies Chapter 113 The Grave Exploded
Chapter 113 The Grave Exploded
Chapter 113 The Grave Exploded
As if instinctively, with a move of Sikong's mind, a special power-generating technique was uploaded from the arm, flowed through the wrist, and penetrated into the palm holding the holy sword.
Then, the holy sword cut back and forth a hundred times within a range of two millimeters within one second!
In the past ten years, Sikong's "Mechanical Apprentice's Finger Training Method" has not stayed where it is. It has long been based on analogies, returned to basics, and undergone various changes!
'Crack! '
There was a crisp sound. The extremely magnetic mother stone that the six people had traveled to the edge of Middle-earth for several years and narrowly escaped death actually cracked from the middle.
"kill!"
Sikong yelled loudly, giving himself a powerful psychological hint, and went forward without hesitation, and then the holy sword remained unchanged, with boundless evil spirit, as if cutting through tofu, cut this person in half.
The blood spattered on Sikong's face, making his evil demeanor look extraordinarily terrifying.
Third person, die!
Sikong became more and more crazy as he fought, his blond hair covering his face, and the blood plum blossoms in his blue eyes becoming more and more alluring.
But at this moment, with the splitting of the pole magnetite, a black and white liquid like mercury flowed out from it, climbed up the holy sword, and completely covered the handleless holy sword in just a few breaths.
Immediately, Feng Han's sword disappeared, and the power of the temple fell silent.
'Zhenger~'
The holy sword in Sikong's hand is actually as heavy as a thousand ounces at this moment, and it has been cut three feet into the ground like mud, and even Sikong can't pull it out!
No matter how Ren Sikong changed the world, how he urged the holy sword, he could only hear the holy sword buzzing and struggling, but the power of the temple remained hidden, unable to pass through the blockade of the black and white liquid!
Using the death of the three of them to paralyze Sikong, and even setting up a series of tricks in the polar magnetic mother stone, it is true that there is no hero anywhere in the empire, even if it is Sikong, it is difficult to dominate.
'Pfft...'
There was a muffled sound of flesh and blood piercing to the bone, and a person held a hammer shaped like a skull and smashed it on Sikong's lower abdomen. The silver needle immediately sank into it and turned into a poisonous snake, wandering through Sikong's body, devouring all internal organs.
Sikong grunted and stepped back one after another. He felt the evil wind blowing from his back, making his whole body feel cold. Then he felt as if he had been run over by a mountain, and a huge force poured into his body in the dragon-patterned armor.
Sikong was thrown far away, vomited a few mouthfuls of blood in the air, and landed in a muddy puddle, extremely embarrassed.
One wrong step, one wrong step!
These few people gain power and don't forgive others, and another person is running like thunder, carrying an execution knife, and wipes Sikong's neck without hesitation!
Sikong stared blankly at this scene, as if he had been stunned by fright, his eyes were empty.
The hairs on his neck stood up, goosebumps spread all over, and Sikong could even feel the coldness of the knife tip.
Seeing this person, even after 20 years of polishing, his mind is as hard as iron, and there is a hint of joy in his eyes.
Martial arts awareness!
At this moment, Sikong Ben's empty eyes glared angrily, shooting out wisps of light, like a flying rainbow flying across the night, shooting out boundless brilliance.
The martial arts consciousness cultivated by various martial arts rushed out of their minds with the force of a galaxy falling a thousand feet, forming a spiritual storm that swept through the three of them.
Millions of luck blessing it!
It is far from over, a terrifying and unpredictable luck erupted from Sikong's body. The luck is invisible and clearly just an illusion, but when it is superimposed to a million, the quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, forming a world like those emperors in the world of cultivating immortals. The canopy when the generals travel.
'coax! '
The silent loud noise shocked the three of them. Numerous nerve fibers in the brains of the three exploded, and they couldn't even control the balance of their bodies.
There was even blood flowing out of the eyes and nose, forming small snakes, which looked particularly terrifying.
Sikong turned around, grabbed the execution knife, and wiped the man's neck with his backhand.
The blood flowed like a gust, and the sound of the airflow breaking through the throat was like a windmill, up and down, first sharp, then hoarse, and then silent.
But Sikong's eyes did not change, and the shyness that had long been achieved was revealed at the bottom of his feet, and he appeared in front of another person in an instant.
'Pfft! '
The soft heart was stirred by the tip of the knife, and it immediately turned bright, making Senbai's knife body stained with red rouge.
It can be said that white knives go in and red knives go out. Compared with killing one person in ten steps in ancient martial arts civilization, it is not much different if you don't stay behind for a thousand miles.
This kind of exhilarating feeling of taking one's life in the blink of an eye fell on Sikong, leaving only Gujing's calmness.
As if this should be the case, either they die, or they live.
The two are fair, so there is no need to be happy.
Sikong's head was a little dizzy. Although his mental realm was far higher than that of a maintainer, after all, these people were also talented people with good mental realms. He had used all his strength to interfere with these people with his martial arts consciousness.
If he was in his peak condition, Tongtai would be okay, but now his injury has only been healed by [-]% to [-]% with the blood of Christ, which is a huge burden on himself.
In the past ten years, he had obtained thirty drops of the precious blood of Christ through plunder, which could have made his recovery even better. However, he also discovered the evil thoughts hidden in the precious blood of Christ, like maggots attached to the bones. If it is not eliminated, I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe in the future.
Only then can the divine power in the precious blood of Christ be used in a controlled manner. Even so, evil thoughts are allowed to enter the body. As a last resort, the flesh and blood on the body are given up and the internal organs are clinging to. This results in the terrifying appearance of a mummy with fallen teeth and withered hair. .
Sikong held the saber at his waist, bleeding from his seven orifices, it was really terrifying, but when he looked at the last person, he walked slowly and unhurriedly.
If his guess is correct, this person is the one who shadowed his life and death.
The current dizzy and unsteady appearance is probably just a tactic to lure the enemy.
Sure enough, when Sikong approached this person, the person's empty eyes suddenly became bright, and the hand that had been tightly clenched was released, revealing a dark blue scroll that was only the size of a finger!
Seeing this scroll, Sikong's eyelids twitched wildly, his mouth became parched, and he retreated quickly.
Unexpectedly, when this person wiped his finger, bright red blood flowed on the scroll, and then the runes engraved on the scroll immediately came to life, exuding a demonic aura.
The runes were intertwined into a string, forming a magic array. An evil creature struggled endlessly in the array, and was eventually turned into a bone spear by the magic array.
The bone spear passed through Sikong's chest with lightning and flint. Even though the power of the Dragon Pattern Armor Temple was filled with energy, it was actually melted by the bone spear transformed by this evil thing.
"vomit!!"
Holding the bone spear in front of his chest, Sikong retreated in big strides, his face was as golden as paper, and in the end he half-kneeled on the ground.
For the first time, Sikong looked at the bone spear in front of his chest, his eyes showed confusion: "You actually, Li Daitao froze, introduced the evil thoughts in the blood of Christ into the magic circle..."
Sikong's body lost weight rapidly, and only a thin layer of skin remained on the cheekbones of his face. The evil thoughts in his body, which were like a scourge, were pulled by the foreign bone spear, and immediately spread out into Sikong's body.
It must be entrenched in the internal organs!
This man had an indifferent face, took off his cloak, and revealed a necklace hanging around his neck, made of various alchemical raw materials.
Earthen jars and baby bones became earrings.
He is a legendary alchemist who once sneaked into the temple to steal the mysteries of the gods, and once wandered outside the gate of the underworld, using the blood of demons as a totem.
But six years ago, after the failure of killing the gods, there was no news or whereabouts.
After looking at Sikong, who was obviously not alive, he turned to the tombstone, slowly slid his fingers over the tombstone, finally pulled up the tombstone, broke the wooden sword with one foot, and walked to the grave.
Seeing this, Sikong was extremely sad and indignant, stretched out his hand powerlessly to beg for mercy: "A person dies like a lamp goes out, please let him go..."
Hearing this, the person sneered and said, "Shougucheng? Heh, he's just a loser. The battle of killing gods six years ago turned out to be a stepping stone for others, and he didn't even save his life."
This person looked at Sikong who was half kneeling on the ground, he was extremely proud, and laughed loudly: "O Moluo God, today, let me kill—"
"Boom boom boom!!"
Suddenly, under the man's feet, the tomb of Shougu City was suddenly blown to pieces, smoke and dust billowed, and the man was directly blown into the sky...
(End of this chapter)