Volume I_Chapter 365 Inheriting Yama and Ghost
Since it is possessed by God 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 slashing towards Chu Linguang with his hand, another black sickle automatically evolved as the old king's arm hung down.
And exuded a piercing chill.
The blade of death slashed towards Chu Linguang.
Chu Linguang's fiery eyes covered it, and at the same time a sword qi slashed out. The sword qi collided with the blade of death, and the blade of death penetrated through the sword qi, as if the sword qi had not been resisted.
It sank straight into the ground, leaving a striking crack.
And the death blade seemed to be able to ignore any attack, any defense, directly penetrated, and continued to cut towards Chu Linguang.
And there is even the ability to lock, making it impossible for Chu Linguang to avoid and hide.
With his fiery eyes covered, Chu Linguang realized that this was the power of the underworld, which belonged to a third-party power, and the mundane sword energy and true energy could hardly hurt him at all.
Few people can resist.
But Chu Linguang can also see that this blade of death is not outright domineering. The moment the sword energy comes into contact with it, the power of the blade of death is also weakened.
It's just not that obvious.
And at this critical moment.
Chu Linguang controlled the Nether Feng Shui Bureau, and the vortex above seemed to open its mouth wide, swallowing the blade of death.
In the end, the blade of death faded a lot, but continued to cut towards Chu Linguang.
Chu Linguang was moved.
Xuan Ming's spear skills erupted one after another, and the tyrannical spear light kept covering the past, and finally destroyed the death blade dangerously.
"No, if this continues, if the old devil hits a few more death blades, I will be consumed to death."
Chu Linguang cried out in his heart that it was not good.
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 could kill Chu Linguang.
With all his strength, he slashed out with a blade of death again, quickly covering Chu Linguang.
"Too bad, the power of the nether world can only be resisted by the Xuanhuang Qi, or the Buddhist Gang Qi. Although Brother Chu is amazing, but with that strength, he can't restrain the death blade at all."
Guo Chen was startled.
It can be seen that when Chu Linguang dealt with the first blade of death, he seemed a little anxious, not as calm as before.
"Is there anything Mr. Guo can do?"
Ning Xuanyuan also realized something was wrong, and hurriedly said.
"Unless someone who has cultivated Xuanhuang Qi and achieved great success, or a Buddhist master, shows up to help, Brother Chu will be in danger."
Guo Chen said anxiously.
"what?"
Everyone was startled.
Where can I find a strong person who has practiced Xuanhuang Qi and achieved great success, as well as a Buddhist master.
Ning Xuanyuan and others are ready to support Chu Linguang at any time.
Ye Chen secretly called out hello.
If Chu Linguang died in the hands of the old king, it would be the end he most eagerly saw.
He didn't want to have another such terrible enemy.
"Xuanming marksmanship, the fifth style, the world will collapse!"
Chu Linguang does not believe in evil.
The most powerful marksmanship, covering and protruding, under the gun light, a radius of three feet is purgatory, covering the blade of death, but in sight, the blade of death is only weakened, directly penetrates, and continues to move toward Chu Linguang Chop over here.
The unstoppable, penetrating picture makes one's scalp tingle.
"This……"
Chu Linguang's complexion changed drastically.
The Netherworld Fengshui Bureau can't break the death blade, and the powerful and true energy is useless, and the inherited martial arts and supernatural powers are all ineffective, so how can we fight this battle?
"It is detected that the master is locked by the power of evil spirits. At a critical juncture, I will provide the master with hell and ghosts to kill all the demons and ghosts. May I ask the master if he will inherit?"
critical moment.
After a long time without seeing the vortex of movement, the voice sounded in Chu Linguang's mind again.
"inherit!"
Chu Linguang said without hesitation, no matter what he inherits, he will inherit it first.
"Congratulations to the master for inheriting Yan Luo Guichao and killing all demons and ghosts."
Vortex congratulated.
in an instant.
Chu Linguang only felt that he had received a layer of status blessing, although there was no change on the surface.
Strength didn't improve either.
But his true essence lethality has quietly changed.
But at this moment, the blade of death was within reach.
In such a situation, it was impossible to counterattack. Chu Linguang retreated suddenly, and the Nether Feng Shui Bureau enveloped him, constantly weakening the attack of Death Blade.
And quickly distanced himself from the blade of death.
When the death blade passed through the Nether Feng Shui Bureau and slashed towards him again, because of the change in distance and the energy consumption, it also slowly disappeared, fading into nothingness.
But Chu Linguang's reaction, especially the scene where he shot Canghouhou back from the iron tower, made everyone feel that Chu Linguang looked extremely embarrassed, as if he couldn't stop the old king's killer move at all.
Especially when they saw that Chu Linguang's move of Xuanming Spearmanship, the fifth style of heaven and earth shattering, was so powerful that it couldn't shake the blade of death. Everyone felt that Chu Linguang had nothing to do.
I'm afraid that another death blade from the old king will be able to kill Chu Linguang completely.
No one can stop the old king anymore.
This awareness made everyone's expressions unnatural.
Some gloat over others' misfortune, while others are full of sadness, wishing to help Chu Linguang.
The happiest people among them are Ye Chen and Sun Yaze.
The two were robbed of the limelight by Chu Linguang, especially Ye Chen, who felt that the southern region was in danger, and even because Chu Linguang questioned him, it was difficult for him to sleep peacefully if Chu Linguang was not dead.
Even in his heart.
I would rather the old king kill here today than Chu Linguang continue to show off his might.
"See, Chu Linguang is not as strong as you imagined, he is going to die."
Patriarch Zhao hurriedly reminded Zhao Xun'er.
Tell Zhao Xun'er not to think about it, especially when she divorced Ye Chen.
Zhao Xun'er didn't speak for a while, but kept looking at Chu Linguang, feeling that Chu Linguang would not lose so easily.
"Heaven is jealous of talents! Your father still chose the wrong one after all."
Ji Wuli, who had been shaken for a long time, saw that Chu Linguang was in danger, and once again recognized Ye Chen.
Zhao Yingying sighed, knowing in her heart that even if Chu Linguang died, she could understand what her father did, and even felt that it was not wrong for Zhao Tianyou to choose Chu Linguang. If she had known that Chu Linguang was so powerful, she would have fully supported her father. Instead, they went to attend Ning Xuanyuan's wedding.
"How long can you hide?"
The old king pursued him, and black mist filled his surroundings again, followed by the cloak, his body soared into the air, and the moment he waved his arms, a death blade flashed again, slashing towards Chu Linguang. .
"kill!"
Chu Linguang held the silver spear tightly. This time he did not retreat but advanced, followed by flying into the air, swung the spear, and headed straight for the blade of death.