Although Long Xiaoshan's blood demon vision had already faded, his face was extremely pale because he consumed a lot of qi and blood, and the true energy of the Dantian was also consumed. In addition, he had fought with Gui Ming before,
It was entirely supported by the explosive state of the Blood Explosion Pill. Now that the effect of the medicine has subsided, his body was covered with crisscrossing wound fist and claw marks, which seemed to be blown down with a gust of wind.
However, he stood on the top of the mountain.
I looked around.
No one dared to look at him.
Everyone lowered their heads.
The bearded old man, including those masters, buried his head tightly, almost kneeling down, for fear that Long Xiaoshan would notice him.
Although he was talking behind the scenes just now.
But facing an invincible strong man who is suspected to be innate, he really wishes to slap himself, just because the Dragon Group caught you a junior, you would talk too much and make you talk too much!
Tang Leyou was even trembling all over, standing there, his hands and feet were cold.
Fu Xuelan, who was standing beside him, was very happy. Because she had seen the demon of Long Xiaoshan for a long time, although this battle was far beyond her imagination, she accepted it the fastest. Perhaps this was
Blind worship.
At this moment, seeing Tang Leyou's face as if it was earthy, Fu Xuelan, who had always been cold, even had a trace of evil taste and said, "Senior Brother Tang, do you think that Master Long's victory was very reluctant and would not be attracted to your eyes?"
Tang Leyou's face looked so ugly.
He dared not say anything more now. He is Zhang Yang, but that's because he is noble, talented and qualified to be Zhang Yang. He is not afraid even when facing ordinary masters. But now, even his father lowers his head.
I dare not say a word.
What's more, it's him.
He is not stupid.
But even more rationally understood, his inner aggrievance was still unspeakable, which made him blush and constipated.
roar!
The fire was nailed to the ground by the Frost Blue Fog Flame Knife. Gui Ming was still not dead yet. He roared and struggled, with deep resentment in his eyes: "How could I, Gui Ming, die in your hands? I don't accept it. If it weren't for me, I didn't take advantage of it.
How could I lose my weapon?"
"How can you match the defeated general? "Long Xiaoshan sneered and stepped on Gui Ming.
Although he took a lot of advantage in this battle, such as the Black Nightmare Sword, which drew a large amount of corpse evil spirits from Gui Ming, and his frost and blue mist flames restrained the evil demons, and all kinds of advantages in the world, making him defeated the weak
powerful.
But victory means victory.
The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy.
There is never the word "absolute fairness" in this world.
Could it be that he doesn't need the Black Nightmare Sword or the Frost Blue Fog Flame, and he insists on fighting Gui Ming with bare hands and empty fists.
It really depends on fairness.
Why don’t Gui Ming live for hundreds of years and practice for hundreds of years?
And he is only over 20 years old.
Not to mention letting him practice for hundreds of years, or giving him another ten years, he will have the confidence to kill Gui Ming with bare hands.
"Don't talk nonsense to me, die obediently." With a thought, the flames on the long sword rose up even more. The frost blue mist flame violently burned Gui Ming's body, and a large amount of corpse demonic aura
Burned into nothingness by the frost, blue mist flame.
His struggle became weaker and weaker, and his body seemed to turn into a piece of blue ice.
"I'm not willing to do so. I, Gui Ming, have been dormant for three hundred years. I ran away from the whole family and killed me. The entire Taoist sect surrounded me and I still don't die. I, Gui Ming, is a man of destiny, how could I die in your hands? I will never die.
Will die!"
Gui Ming suddenly roared, cracks appeared in his entire body, Long Xiaoshan's face changed slightly, and he retreated continuously.
With a bang, Gui Ming's body completely exploded.
A large amount of corpse gas rolled, instantly corroding the ground into a piece of evil soil. The frost blue mist flame had turned into a flame shield wall, blocking Long Xiaoshan and helping Long Xiaoshan resist the impact of corpse gas.
Long Xiaoshan felt something was wrong and activated the sky eye. When he saw a faint phantom surfing out, he immediately understood that it was Gui Ming's remnant soul. This guy was really decisive. He was still alive and actually exploded his body and took the opportunity to remnant soul.
Walk.
"Die for me!"
How could Long Xiaoshan let him go? His eyes were cracked. Although his Dharma image had been broken just now and his divine power was exhausted, there were still some residues. Gui Ming was extremely cunning and could not let him slip away, so he shot out another one with all his strength.
Divine Light.
The ghost ghost was definitely seriously injured, and there were some frozen traces on it. It was the frozen power of Frost Blue Mist Flame. Frost Blue Mist Flame burned everything and also caused huge damage to the soul.
With a divine light down, the ghost and dark souls will definitely be destroyed.
However, at this moment, a blood shadow pounced on him and helped Gui Ming's remnant soul block the divine light.
"Cangming!" Long Xiaoshan was stunned when he saw the blood shadow. The blood shadow was the leader of the Black Scale Sect. Is this guy funny? He also helped Gui Ming block the gun. Didn't he realize that he had been previously
Gui Ming treated it as cannon fodder.
But soon, he found something was wrong.
Cangming was blood red all over, his eyes were even more chaotic, and he didn't look like he had a clear will. Long Xiaoshan even felt that Cangming was a bit like the Blood God Son he killed in the ancient tomb.
But he has not yet reached the state of complete bloodshed like the Blood God Son.
Wow!
Gui Ming's remnant soul flew away at a rapid speed.
Long Xiaoshan was about to let Frost Lan Wuyan chase him.
Cangming had already rushed over, and Long Xiaoshan could only entangle Frost Lan Wuyan and Cangming.
The ghost ghost was swept very quickly, and it disappeared in just a few breaths. From a distance, there seemed to be a resentful voice: "Ancestor, I will come back."
Long Xiaoshan frowned slightly, stood there with his hands behind his back, watching the direction where Gui Ming's remnant soul disappeared.
After a moment, he stretched his eyebrows and sneered.
He didn't chase him.
First, he is almost exhausted now, and there is no other way to defeat the enemy except Frost Blue Fog Flame.
Secondly, Gui Ming’s most powerful reliance is the body of the golden corpse. Now that the body of the golden corpse has been destroyed by him, a mere wisp of residual soul can produce any waves.
Ghost cultivation is the most difficult. Without a physical body, it is like a sea of suffering that is endless. Without a ship, how can you cross to the other shore?
Unless he finds another body and rebuilds the corpse, it will take hundreds of years to cultivate into a golden corpse, let alone a drought.
and.
Although Gui Ming ran away.
But he left a mark on him.
That was the breath of frost, blue mist flame.
I'm afraid Gui Ming himself didn't know that his soul was burned by the frost and blue mist flame, leaving an indelible aura.
As long as this guy appears, even if he turns into ashes, he will recognize him himself.
Trepidation!
Here, the battle did not last long. Cangming's consciousness was chaotic. He was a monster fighting entirely by instinct. He had no clear consciousness and could not cast magic. The strength he could exert was really limited, and he was not as good as a grand master, even though he was not as powerful as a grand master.
Not long after, it was swallowed by the frost blue mist flame, and the blazing blue flame burned on him, instantly frozen it.