Chapter 1327

"Yang Xu, I'm afraid it's more or less bad this time... Cough, cough!"

The sick lion's blue disease has come to an end.

Yang Yi.

They were looking at Yangxu anxiously as they approached the heavenly palace.

"The patriarch is in danger. Shall we help?"

Yang Hui and Yang Xi asked.

Yang Yi shook his head firmly:

"The task given to us by the patriarch is to win at least one heavenly palace."

"Trust the patriarch. The dog of Zhuge family can't take the patriarch."

Yangxi and Yanghui hesitated:

"But that Throwing Knife looks very dangerous. The patriarch him..."

"Aye God also looks very dangerous. As a God, he is still handled by the patriarch!"

Yang Yi sneers:

"The patriarch can kill even the gods. What's a broken knife!"

At the moment of crisis, Yang Xu's prestige in the hearts of Yang people began to show.

Under the leadership of Yang Yi, a group of people of Yang clan suddenly burst into a powerful force.

Boom, boom!

All the practitioners in all directions were blown out by them.

It's getting closer and closer to the entrance of the heavenly palace.

"Yangxu, remember the name of this knife. It's called night! Your soul will become the nourishment of night knife and be imprisoned forever!"

Zhuge Mu was holding a night knife, trembling all over his body and sweating on his forehead.

It seems that what he holds in his hand is not a two finger wide knife.

But a huge mountain.

"When the night sword comes out, the gods and Demons change, the dark yellow turns upside down, and there is no space between heaven and earth!"

Zhuge Mu recited the formula in his mouth and finally calmed down slowly with the extremely heavy and murderous night knife in his hand.

Wisps of black evil spirit constantly gather and gather into the night knife.

It looks and becomes ordinary.

However.

Yangxu knows that the more it looks harmless.

Once it breaks out, the more it can release chilling power.

But what about that?

"Can you kill the Throwing Knife of the gods and demons?"

Yang Xu's pretty face showed a sneer:

"No matter how powerful the throwing knife is, it depends on whose hand it is."

"If your teacher's father came by himself, I might be afraid of this night knife, but you..."

Hiss!

Yangxu didn't finish his words.

A black knife shadow suddenly flashed in front of him.

This moment.

Time and space seem to be frozen.

Visions flashed one after another in front of Yang Xu:

War of gods and demons, human resistance, fallen gods

Blood light flashed in front of Yang Xu with black knife shadow.

At this moment, a firm and tall figure outlined an outline in my mind:

It was a fairy like man, dressed in white and full of God and jade.

Left hand throwing knife, right hand wine gourd.

Every time you drink a mouthful of wine, a Throwing Knife shoots out.

Every time a throwing knife is fired, a God or devil will howl bitterly.

He slaughtered and reaped the lives of gods and demons. His old and firm eyes broke the boundless world.

Suddenly.

He turned abruptly back and brushed!

The sharp look like a throwing knife made Yang Xu shudder all over his body and soul.

He fell into a cave of ice.

A ray of terrible knife meaning seems to split Yangxu's soul.

The ultimate spider senses the sudden crazy fluctuating wind and gives an early warning:

[Ding!]

[Alert: if the player is subjected to forced mental attack, do you want to turn on the emergency defense mode?]

Struggling with the pain of tearing his soul, Yang Xu burst out:

"Turn it on now!"

Buzz!

In the middle of Yangxu's eyebrows, the pyramid formed by strong spiritual force collapsed in an instant.

Huge spiritual power spreads all over the body in an instant.

Formed a purple cocoon.

In particular, Yang Xu's soul, which was about to be torn into two halves, suddenly poured into a large number of purple spiritual power.

So that his soul trauma was relieved at once.

meanwhile.

Poof poof!

The phantoms that kept flowing broke up.

What gods and demons, what ghosts, what throwing knives, all disappeared without a trace.

Wow.

Yangxu's lax eyes suddenly restored Qingming.

When you see the scene in front of you.

He was suddenly inspired:

The night knife in Zhuge Mu's hand didn't issue at all!

What he saw just now was only a trace of evil spirit from the night sword.

Hiss

this moment.

Even if the willpower is as strong as Yangxu, I can't help taking a breath at the moment:

fuck!

It was only a glimmer of power that made me have such a continuous illusion.

Almost tore his soul apart.

If the knife really came out that night.

How powerful is it?

This is not just Yangxu.

That is, holy Tiandu and blue disease have them.

At the moment, I was deeply shocked by the powerful power of night knife.

They were almost addicted to a series of fantasies just now.

The only thing Yang Xu didn't understand was the danger that his soul was about to be torn apart.

But only a few visions of night knife have made them deeply afraid:

"The power of night sword is terrible. No wonder that elder can kill gods and demons with it!"

"If Zhuge Mu mastered this night knife, his strength, not to mention in this world, is in the vast world, I'm afraid he can also run amok!"

When everyone sighed.

Poof

Zhuge mu on the opposite side spewed out a mouthful of blood.

"What's going on?"

Brush!

All the people's frightened eyes converged on Zhuge wood.

He saw Zhuge Mu's face full of pain, and the night knife in his hand seemed as heavy as a thousand.

He can't hold it anymore, PA!

The night knife got away and fell to the ground.

Zhuge mu, as a whole, became listless and pale——

Night knife is the existence that can kill gods and demons.

Its power is beyond his control.

Forcibly trying to control the night knife brought him great pressure.

In particular, Yang Xu broke the illusion created by night knife.

Opposition to Zhuge wood caused a backlash.

"Opportunity!"

A wisp of fine light flashed in Yangxu's eyes.

He has long wanted to kill this potential threat.

In particular, Zhuge Mu's hand still holds the terrible existence of night knife.

Brush.

In one thousandth of an instant, the sun had flashed on the side of Zhuge wood.

"No!"

Zhuge wood reacted quickly.

Even if he was bitten back, a Throwing Knife condensed between his fingers and palms in an instant, trying to stop Yang Xu.

"The only threat you pose to me is the night knife. Without it, you are nothing."

Yang Xu's undisguised sarcasm sounded very harsh to Zhuge mu.

He is still too young to compare his combat experience with Yang Xu.

"I'm still distracted at the moment of life and death. I'll take you on the road!"

With Yangxu a cold drink, hiss!

In the middle of his eyebrows, a purple flying sword shot out like an electric light.

It's the spirit sword of changing weather!

The purple flying sword is only the size of the index finger, although it is not as powerful as the night sword.

But very quickly.

"No! He must not kill Zhuge Mu!"