亚洲人成图片区

"Now, the martial art reincarnation map should be mine!"

The exhaustion in his bloodshot eyes is full, but the steps under his feet are still stubbornly moving towards the stone monument. The blood on the right palm has already dried up, and his five fingers with a strong **** taste lightly press on the quaint stone monument. The next moment, Jiang Shenyu\'s figure disappeared.

Behind him, a sturdy figure stepped out slowly from the corner, staring at the direction where Jiang Shenyu disappeared, startled.

After a long time, the figure also walked into the stele.

The world of stone steles is different. When Jiang Shenyu opened his eyes again, he was lying on a bed of warm and jade-like stone.

In front of him, a man in silver armor holding a Tutian painted halberd was staring at him.

"Who are you?"

When the energetic young general saw him wake up, he asked.

"Junior Jiang Shenyu, see Senior Xuanwu Army in Samsara!" With his ingenuity, how could he not think of the identity of the person in front of him?

It is recorded in ancient books that the silver armor cracks the sky, referring to the existence of this samsara basalt army in battle armor.

"It turns out that it\'s already an epoch... Can the blood demon clan still exist in the world?" General Yinjia asked.

For some reason, he feels evil.

"Never heard of..."

Hearing that, there was a slight strangeness in the eyes of General Silver Armor, but then Jiang Shenyu opened his mouth and said: "When it comes to the Lost Time and Space Demon Race, currently only the Yin Demon Temple power is quite extraordinary..."

General Yinjia smiled and began to talk about ancient and modern times with him, "Back then, the Blood Demon Race was rampant in Lost Time and Space, and I waited to leave the inheritance here to guard, my remnant thought, finally waited for the destined person!"

"You relax, I will close my body and give it to you!"

Jiang Shenyu hurriedly got up and knelt down and said, "Thank you, the junior, you must do your best!"

…

At this moment, Zheng Yi stepped on a pile of dead bones and walked among the ruins. Judging from the degree of destruction, this place was already dilapidated in that era.

Most of the majestic palace was torn away by Shengsheng\'s claws, and among the rubble under his feet, there were parts of dismembered corpses everywhere.

"It seems that this place has experienced a tragic death fight in ancient times!" Zheng Yi put up a twelve-point mental alert. This place is too weird, and it is inevitable that there will be resentments from creatures.

"Jiang Shenyu..." Zheng Yi stopped with his gaze, not far from the dim throne of the broken palace where most of it had been cut off, the blood on Jiang Shenyu\'s chest had drained, and the left arm that had been cut off in the previous battle was reconnected. Go up with the dead bones.

Jiang Shenyu, who had a pale complexion and strange starlight in his eyes, had no vitality in his body, and the Frost Sword in his hand had lost his spirit.

"Hiss!" Jiang Shenyu seemed to spot Zheng Yi\'s figure, and slowly got up from the ruined throne. "

"Who are you? You are not Jiang Shenyu!" Zheng Yi found that something was not quite right. Jiang Shenyu in front of him seemed to be taken away by someone!

"Zheng Yi, did you come here?" Jiang Shenyu, who had a lack of eyesight for the first moment, looked at the strong man in front of him with horror like a frightened bird, and he seemed to have regained his sanity.

"Kill me!" Jiang Shenyu roared, but a flash of awe-inspiring light flashed, and he immediately regained his evil side, "It seems that you are old acquaintances, if so, I will laugh at these two bodies!"

"Jiang Shenyu" lifted the Frost Sword in his hand and hurried towards Zheng Yi, just like when the two were fighting for the first time!

"Same as a sword repairman, I will help you relieve your pain today!" Zheng Yi has already seen that the person in front of him has taken away Jiang Shenyu and is already the spirit of the demons.

"Destroy Nine Swords, the first type, Wangchuan!" The iron sword in Zheng Yi\'s hand showed a black glow, and the dark body of the sword pierced towards the Frost Sword!

"Om!"

As if feeling the master\'s call, the Frost Sword in Jiang Shenyu\'s hand buzzed, bursting out with a faint blue light, as if to confront Zheng Yi.

But at this moment, Jiang Shenyu shouted loudly: "Zheng Yi, you and I have been grudges in the past, don\'t let the demons be born!"

He maintained the last trace of clarity, and at the last moment he chose to give up resistance, the Frost Sword in his hand surged out and flew toward the outside of the hall!

"Hey!"

It was the sound of the iron sword slashing through the flesh and blood, and Jiang Shenyu\'s head rose to the sky, and his body gradually stagnated, standing still in place.

Above it, a scarlet glow flashed, and a group of bright red energy floated towards the hall.

"Want to go!" Zheng Yi\'s eyes flashed, chasing after the ball of light.

"The famous name of the old man I was destroyed by the hands of two little sword repairers. That **** kid, desperately to resist, lost his body, thousands of years seal, I am afraid I am not an opponent!" His energy turned into a middle-aged man wearing a crown.

"It seems to be the demon in the record!" Zheng Yi looked at the man in front of him, and the iron sword in his hand was clenched again.

"How about working together as you and me? I can give you great power!" the middle-aged man wearing a crown said.

"The second form of the Nine Swords of Dust, Silence!" Zheng Yi didn\'t say a word of unnecessary nonsense to the man in front of him, just swiping a sword, stirring up the dust!

"Hahahaha! Although I have sealed it for thousands of years, it is not what you can do with a little sword repair!"

The middle-aged man fought a hard blow, unscathed, and laughed wildly at this moment.

"The fire of extinguishment, burn!" Zheng Yi pinched his finger, a drop of blood was forced out, and fell on the sword body, an extreme sword intent appeared, and then, the dark black sword light began to wipe away the man\'s original spirit. !

The piercing pain hit, and the middle-aged man finally realized that it was wrong. This sword move was specifically aimed at the magic of the soul!

"No!" The orangutan showed its original appearance, and was torn apart by the black sword gang, and finally dissipated invisible.

The dust settled, but in a flash.

Zheng Yi looked at the headless but upright body with a complicated expression. What a romantic posture of sword repair was once, and the curtain came to an end at this moment.

The Frost Sword inserted in the ruins not far away, the sword body trembling unceasingly, the azure blue light gradually dimmed.

Zheng Yi stepped forward, drew out the Frost Sword, held up Jiang Shenyu\'s head, and walked toward the upright body in the hall.

"You and my grievances, that\'s it!"

Zheng Yi muttered softly, looking again at the handsome man holding the Frost Sword in front of him, but he could only sigh, there is no Jiang Shenyu in the world!

Frost screams, accompanied by the ups and downs of the master.

(End of this chapter)