Broken Night - Chapter 252

[Chapter 247 ─ A little red at night]

Broken Night

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Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Seven – A little red at night,

I saw this stunning woman in blood-colored light armor stretched out her right hand and spread her fingers slightly.

A bloody light emerged from the palm of the hand, and condensed and formed in the blink of an eye.

It was a bloody two-headed spear.

The handle is only as wide as a palm, and the spear points extend to both sides of the spear.

She stood on the top of the tower like this, holding a blood spear in her hand, and the blood-colored cloak squeaked behind her, like a god of war on the battlefield!

She raised her head slightly, but her eyes like autumn water did not have any tenderness at the moment, but the sharpness that turned into a real killing intent.

But she didn’t say anything, the tattoos on her body lit up, and a shocking aura extended upwards from the top of the tower, aiming directly at the black flame!

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This scene saw everyone’s hearts tremble!

“There has long been a legend that the three major academies all have powerhouses of that realm! Now that I look at it, it is indeed true!”

“That woman… Could it be the legendary [Blood Dragon Fairy] Long Huaiyue?!”

“Although I don’t know who she is, but these fluctuations in the pattern… are the five palaces!”

Everyone looked at the light that seemed to pierce the sky, although it was a blazing white light, as if it would turn the night into day, but The murderous aura in it made people seem to be looking at a blood-colored giant column, and the bloody smell in it was pungent!

The figure in the black flame lowered his head, only to see the blood-colored spear that came in a blink of an eye, and the pair of piercing eyes!

boom!

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The invisible air wave spreads outward!

It’s just that the water mist formed by the Dangerous Old Pattern is like a protective cover, preventing its attack from spreading to the South Imperial City below. At the same time, countless waterfalls are like poisonous snakes that devour people, surrounding the black flame and trying to entangle him. live!

The air wave dissipated, and everyone saw the situation.

I saw that it was a blood-colored sickle that confronted the blood-colored spear and the woman.

It looks like a farmer’s scythe, only magnified countless times.

On the blade, there is still black flame.

I saw the eyes looking at the scythe, as if I saw a head of grievances screaming in pain!

Such a weapon is held in the hands of the black flame figure, like the legendary god of death who harvests souls!

Some tattooed people with weak mental strength even felt dizzy and vomited just by looking at it!

“What kind of weapon is this!” The

blood-colored armored woman’s face became even more solemn, and she snorted!

The fiery white light on his body became more intense, and then all of them converged on the tip of the spear in his hand!

“Yang extinct!”

Zi!

The black flames faced the killing close at hand, and there was a hint of disgust in their voice: “This kind of light is what I hate most!” The

scythe in his hand swayed lightly, and the ghosts left afterimages in the passing space!

The white light shot from the tip of the spear collided with the ghost shadow, but it turned into nothingness!

The complexion of the woman in the blood-colored armor changed, and the figure shot back and retreated!

Roaring…

The black flame quietly burned in the position where she was just now, without any firework smell, as if it existed in that position.

But the fluctuation of the black flame made even her realm change its color.

Although they don’t quite understand what kind of fire it is, they can still vaguely perceive the tattoo art in their realm.

It is a kind of extreme flame that the breath of death runs to, and all creatures that are burned use life as fuel until all life is burned out.

What a sinister flame!

Even so, her face remained calm.

Because this is the Southern Imperial City.

As if it was fulfilling what she thought, the two places facing each other in the distance once again exuded two powerful auras.

That’s… the same level of power as them!

The four masters, encircle and suppress the corpse pattern powerhouse in front of you!

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“Let’s capture it.” Wei Lao stood in the space, mist overflowing around him.

If Dingqing looked at it, he would find that the depths of the mist were actually lines!

The water mist that forms thousands of mountains and rivers in front of you is the lines of the aging lines!

This is the power of the Qianwen Realm powerhouse!

“This is Nanhuangcheng. Since you have the courage to break in, you must have the consciousness to die.” The

blood-colored armored woman did not speak, but just stared at the black flame figure in front of her calmly.

She is a bloody war sect person, and her strength is from the bloody battle line.

For combat, she doesn’t like nonsense.

And so did she.

The blood-colored spear in his hand hummed, and the bloody light on the tip of the spear seemed to become more dazzling.

She is gaining momentum.

Feeling the other two breaths, the voice of the black flame came out with a hollow laughter: “Do you think that since this seat has come in, there will be no arrangements at all?”

Wei Lao Hearing that, his heart sank, but he did not speak, and the people around him sank slightly. The waterfall swept over half of the Southern Imperial City, and we were waiting for it!

At this moment, a strong wave appeared from the sky above Nanhuang City!

Boom boom boom!

The fluctuation exudes a strong sense of death, as if the gate of life and death of the ghostly yellow spring is ready to open here!

Noisy!

A crack appeared and turned into two paper doors only three meters high in an instant!

The paper door just appeared out of thin air, suspended in the void, looking very strange.

“Southern Imperial City? The best city in the world? In

my eyes, it’s

just a joke.

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The figure of the black flame sneered, drawing a touch of night to the paper door!

“Don’t try to escape!”

Wei Lao shouted violently, and the mountains were suppressed by the black flames!

The blood-colored armored woman also turned into a smear of blood, and threw it into the black flame!

“Hey hey! Hahahaha!” The gloomy and empty laughter filled the entire Nanhuang City, which seemed extremely terrifying at night without moonlight, as if it turned this heroic city into a ghost town in an instant!

Mountains, blood spears, slammed into black flames.

However, he did not dodge or evade, even if such an attack could not stop him.

As the black flames approached, the paper door opened silently, revealing a darkness that was deeper and hollower than the night.

The black flame plunged in and the paper door closed.

The figure disappeared, and the paper door dissipated into the void as if it had never existed. Only the gloomy laughter still reverberated in the entire Nanhuang City.

Wei Lao’s face was ashen, and his turbid eyes stared at the disappearing position.

Even so, the surrounding water mist gradually dissipated.

His perception permeated the entire Southern Imperial City through the formation, and he knew that the figure had really left.

What exactly is this!

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This is his territory, and even the Thousand Pattern Artists cannot enter or leave at will!

In other words, this is definitely not a tattoo!

And the woman in the blood-colored battle armor had a frosty face, and she waved the blood-colored spear at will, exuding bursts of blood.

She snorted coldly, “Old ghost Chen, old ghost Wanshu, what do you mean!”

Whizzing!

Two figures appeared at the same time.

A middle-aged man who looked gentle and refined, wearing a robe.

The other is an old man with a ruddy complexion and looks quite immortal.

Among them, the old man’s robes have the appearance of a scroll; while the middle-aged man is embellished with stars.

The four people in front of them, who have usually been ignorant of world affairs for hundreds of years, are getting together at this moment.

The Iron-blooded Gate of War, the owner of the Iron-blooded Giant Pagoda—Long Huaiyue.

The Qunxing Academy, the owner of Juxing Lake, Chen Songqing.

Wanshu Academy, the owner of Wanshu Pavilion—Wanshu Daoist.

And the Qianwen Jingwen master who sits in the Quanqing Palace in the Southern Imperial City, [Qianshan Wanshui Formation], is dangerously old.

The four people in front of them are almost equal to the most powerful existences in the south!