Chapter 2149 Primordial Lord
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 2149 Primordial Lord
Ming Feng, who fell into the river of origin, immediately felt that the river of origin under his control was eating back at him, and a look of determination flashed across his face, he didn't want to just die like this.
"If you don't resist, I can send your soul into the river of origin that you once controlled, and give you a chance to be reborn. You don't have to accompany them all the way to the dark."
A simple and soft voice rang in Ming Feng's ears.
These words made him hesitate for a moment, and it was this hesitation that made him completely lose the opportunity. With the crazily backlash of the river of origin, he gradually lost consciousness. A mortal village sent into a small world.
Because of the divine fall of the saint, a meteor shower fell in the starry sky, but Jian Jian only turned his gaze to the remaining eight people.
"Ming Feng made a deal with me and returned his power to the River of Origin, and now he has entered the small world to be reborn, how about you?"
simply asked with a smile.
"Don't believe her, everyone. She must have lied to you. Not counting the traitor Mingfeng, we are now eight to one, and we still have a chance of winning."
After the young man in white robe finished speaking, he immediately raised his sword and stepped forward, wanting to set an example for everyone.
"Holy One, if you delay for a while, I'm almost done merging Mingfeng's River of Origin."
The purple-gold Yuansheng River immediately transmitted the sound to Jianjian, wanting her help.
"understood!"
Jian Jian only answered three words, and then mobilized Moyue Zhan with his divine sense to meet the attack of the white-robed saint.
With a light swipe of Moyue Zhan, the opponent's sharp sword was resolved in the air, and then turned into tens of thousands of crescent moons, which only flickered for a moment, and surrounded the white-robed saint.
"You move faster, the next river of origin will merge with the white-robed sage."
Simple and direct instructions to the river of origin, now that the two sides are at war, it is not the time for him to slowly merge.
"Saint, rest assured!"
The purple-gold Yuansheng River suddenly burst into water splashes, one wave covering another wave, making the entire Yuansheng River look restless.
"Hurry up, the River of Origin has not been fully integrated, we still have a chance to defeat Jane Saint, if we wait until the River of Origin flows against the flow, we will die with her."
The female saint who was injured before said coldly.
Knowing that the other party was telling the truth, the other seven people immediately flickered, and began to draw the power of the river of origin under their control, and concentrated attacks were simple.
"I'm looking for death and I want to drag the saint's back. You really have you. Why don't you listen when you speak well!"
Simply frowned.
By drawing the power of the river of origin, it is tantamount to accelerating their own death. The river of origin is not stupid. When there is a better choice, it will definitely backfire on their unscrupulous controllers.
With a flash of his simple figure, he had already left his original position, swung his sword at the battle formation composed of eight people, and disappeared again.
This time she appeared next to the white-robed man who was besieged by Moyue Zhan, and the attack of Moxi Sword came instantly, and cooperated tacitly with Moyue Zhan, directly hitting the opponent into the river of origin.
The white-robed man seemed to have expected it a long time ago, so when he was about to fall into the purple-gold Primordial River, his figure flashed, ready to return to the battle formation where they were.
But how could Yuansheng River let go of such a good opportunity? A thin stream wrapped around the man's waist in an instant, and at the moment when the other party was about to disappear, he dragged the man by the waist into the purple-gold Yuansheng River.
"Smell the wind!"
The woman exclaimed, looking into the simple eyes, the hatred has turned into substance.
Immediately, the opponent gritted his teeth, and with the strength of seven people, he swung his sword fiercely at Jian Jian. The shadow of the sword was as solid as it was, and collided with the Moxi sword. The collision of the two forces instantly turned the surrounding stars into dust.
The attack of the seven people on the opposite side was obviously aimed at killing Jian Jian. Although part of it was neutralized by the Mo Xi Sword, a small part of the attack continued to go to Jian Jian.
There was already a smile on the woman's lips, but it was a pity that it froze on her face in the next moment, because a Yin-Yang disc blocked the remaining attacks.
It is also the first time that the Yin-Yang Taiji Disk has shown its face in front of the saints. Jian Jian's face has completely sank at this time. He has given these people a chance. Since they don't want it, then don't blame her for being cruel. This time she showed It was a bloodthirsty smile, and then his figure completely disappeared from the starry sky.
The marshmallow has already wrapped its master, and it starts to shuttle silently in the starry sky. Every time the figure appears in the seven people's consciousness, it is the time to attack.
This time, there is no more inattentiveness as before. The Silent Sword and Moyue Zhan are the main attack, while the Yin-Yang Taiji Disk is the main defense. At the same time, after transforming the attack power of the seven people, it is supplied to the Moshi Sword and Moyue Zhan, reducing master pressure.
Every time the simple red jersey flashed, a saint was injured or shot down into the river of origin, and the opponent's team was reduced from seven to six, to five, to four.
This battle of the saints lasted for 1000 years. Jian Jian always maintained a high fighting spirit, took down these saints one by one with great skill and patience, and after each saint fell into the river of origin, he It means that he has completely lost the chance of rebirth.
The last saint was a little desperate. He knew that he had lost completely this time. This simple saint was a lunatic. He used the river of origin to attack them continuously, winning more with less, and with a powerful artifact beside him In person, he has no chance of winning.
"Sage Jane, please stop. I am willing to hand over the River of Origin in my hand and the Primordial Realm under my control. Please give me a chance to be reborn."
The man said slightly embarrassed.
"The opportunity was given to you, but you didn't seize it yourself. In order to drag me into the water, those people in front even did things like self-destruct and controlling the reverse flow of the river of origin. It is hard to guarantee that you are not pretending to give up now, and then looking Opportunity to destroy the river of origin of this saint?"
The Moxi sword in Jianjian's hand sent out a flat blow, causing a crack to appear in the starry sky where the opponent was standing before.
"No"
Before the other party finished speaking, Moyue Zhan's attack arrived again.
Simple and clear, she was able to use a pair of nines this time. The key point was on the river of origin. Her purple gold river was very powerful, and she dragged down the opponent's nine rivers with her own power, so that the nine saints could not draw unscrupulously. Force attacked her.
In terms of combat ability alone, these nine saints are not simply taken seriously. Although they must have experienced the battle of merging the river of origin before, their strength is definitely not comparable to that of a simple battle.
With a "crash", the last saint fell into the river of origin, and a meteor shower fell in the starry sky again, heralding the death of the saint.
The purple-gold source river, which had expanded several times, was slowly shrinking, and finally turned into a purple-gold colored ribbon, wrapped around a simple arm, and disappeared instantly.
But Jian Jian didn't take back her original body, holding the Moxi sword in her hand, stepping on the Yin-Yang Taiji plate, Moyue Zhan slowly hovered around her body, while she was looking at the end of the starry sky with cold eyes.
"Enough of the show, let's show up!"
Babies, it's the third watch!See you tomorrow ~ good night ~
(End of this chapter)
Ming Feng, who fell into the river of origin, immediately felt that the river of origin under his control was eating back at him, and a look of determination flashed across his face, he didn't want to just die like this.
"If you don't resist, I can send your soul into the river of origin that you once controlled, and give you a chance to be reborn. You don't have to accompany them all the way to the dark."
A simple and soft voice rang in Ming Feng's ears.
These words made him hesitate for a moment, and it was this hesitation that made him completely lose the opportunity. With the crazily backlash of the river of origin, he gradually lost consciousness. A mortal village sent into a small world.
Because of the divine fall of the saint, a meteor shower fell in the starry sky, but Jian Jian only turned his gaze to the remaining eight people.
"Ming Feng made a deal with me and returned his power to the River of Origin, and now he has entered the small world to be reborn, how about you?"
simply asked with a smile.
"Don't believe her, everyone. She must have lied to you. Not counting the traitor Mingfeng, we are now eight to one, and we still have a chance of winning."
After the young man in white robe finished speaking, he immediately raised his sword and stepped forward, wanting to set an example for everyone.
"Holy One, if you delay for a while, I'm almost done merging Mingfeng's River of Origin."
The purple-gold Yuansheng River immediately transmitted the sound to Jianjian, wanting her help.
"understood!"
Jian Jian only answered three words, and then mobilized Moyue Zhan with his divine sense to meet the attack of the white-robed saint.
With a light swipe of Moyue Zhan, the opponent's sharp sword was resolved in the air, and then turned into tens of thousands of crescent moons, which only flickered for a moment, and surrounded the white-robed saint.
"You move faster, the next river of origin will merge with the white-robed sage."
Simple and direct instructions to the river of origin, now that the two sides are at war, it is not the time for him to slowly merge.
"Saint, rest assured!"
The purple-gold Yuansheng River suddenly burst into water splashes, one wave covering another wave, making the entire Yuansheng River look restless.
"Hurry up, the River of Origin has not been fully integrated, we still have a chance to defeat Jane Saint, if we wait until the River of Origin flows against the flow, we will die with her."
The female saint who was injured before said coldly.
Knowing that the other party was telling the truth, the other seven people immediately flickered, and began to draw the power of the river of origin under their control, and concentrated attacks were simple.
"I'm looking for death and I want to drag the saint's back. You really have you. Why don't you listen when you speak well!"
Simply frowned.
By drawing the power of the river of origin, it is tantamount to accelerating their own death. The river of origin is not stupid. When there is a better choice, it will definitely backfire on their unscrupulous controllers.
With a flash of his simple figure, he had already left his original position, swung his sword at the battle formation composed of eight people, and disappeared again.
This time she appeared next to the white-robed man who was besieged by Moyue Zhan, and the attack of Moxi Sword came instantly, and cooperated tacitly with Moyue Zhan, directly hitting the opponent into the river of origin.
The white-robed man seemed to have expected it a long time ago, so when he was about to fall into the purple-gold Primordial River, his figure flashed, ready to return to the battle formation where they were.
But how could Yuansheng River let go of such a good opportunity? A thin stream wrapped around the man's waist in an instant, and at the moment when the other party was about to disappear, he dragged the man by the waist into the purple-gold Yuansheng River.
"Smell the wind!"
The woman exclaimed, looking into the simple eyes, the hatred has turned into substance.
Immediately, the opponent gritted his teeth, and with the strength of seven people, he swung his sword fiercely at Jian Jian. The shadow of the sword was as solid as it was, and collided with the Moxi sword. The collision of the two forces instantly turned the surrounding stars into dust.
The attack of the seven people on the opposite side was obviously aimed at killing Jian Jian. Although part of it was neutralized by the Mo Xi Sword, a small part of the attack continued to go to Jian Jian.
There was already a smile on the woman's lips, but it was a pity that it froze on her face in the next moment, because a Yin-Yang disc blocked the remaining attacks.
It is also the first time that the Yin-Yang Taiji Disk has shown its face in front of the saints. Jian Jian's face has completely sank at this time. He has given these people a chance. Since they don't want it, then don't blame her for being cruel. This time she showed It was a bloodthirsty smile, and then his figure completely disappeared from the starry sky.
The marshmallow has already wrapped its master, and it starts to shuttle silently in the starry sky. Every time the figure appears in the seven people's consciousness, it is the time to attack.
This time, there is no more inattentiveness as before. The Silent Sword and Moyue Zhan are the main attack, while the Yin-Yang Taiji Disk is the main defense. At the same time, after transforming the attack power of the seven people, it is supplied to the Moshi Sword and Moyue Zhan, reducing master pressure.
Every time the simple red jersey flashed, a saint was injured or shot down into the river of origin, and the opponent's team was reduced from seven to six, to five, to four.
This battle of the saints lasted for 1000 years. Jian Jian always maintained a high fighting spirit, took down these saints one by one with great skill and patience, and after each saint fell into the river of origin, he It means that he has completely lost the chance of rebirth.
The last saint was a little desperate. He knew that he had lost completely this time. This simple saint was a lunatic. He used the river of origin to attack them continuously, winning more with less, and with a powerful artifact beside him In person, he has no chance of winning.
"Sage Jane, please stop. I am willing to hand over the River of Origin in my hand and the Primordial Realm under my control. Please give me a chance to be reborn."
The man said slightly embarrassed.
"The opportunity was given to you, but you didn't seize it yourself. In order to drag me into the water, those people in front even did things like self-destruct and controlling the reverse flow of the river of origin. It is hard to guarantee that you are not pretending to give up now, and then looking Opportunity to destroy the river of origin of this saint?"
The Moxi sword in Jianjian's hand sent out a flat blow, causing a crack to appear in the starry sky where the opponent was standing before.
"No"
Before the other party finished speaking, Moyue Zhan's attack arrived again.
Simple and clear, she was able to use a pair of nines this time. The key point was on the river of origin. Her purple gold river was very powerful, and she dragged down the opponent's nine rivers with her own power, so that the nine saints could not draw unscrupulously. Force attacked her.
In terms of combat ability alone, these nine saints are not simply taken seriously. Although they must have experienced the battle of merging the river of origin before, their strength is definitely not comparable to that of a simple battle.
With a "crash", the last saint fell into the river of origin, and a meteor shower fell in the starry sky again, heralding the death of the saint.
The purple-gold source river, which had expanded several times, was slowly shrinking, and finally turned into a purple-gold colored ribbon, wrapped around a simple arm, and disappeared instantly.
But Jian Jian didn't take back her original body, holding the Moxi sword in her hand, stepping on the Yin-Yang Taiji plate, Moyue Zhan slowly hovered around her body, while she was looking at the end of the starry sky with cold eyes.
"Enough of the show, let's show up!"
Babies, it's the third watch!See you tomorrow ~ good night ~
(End of this chapter)
