Bei Ming Zhenjun roared, raised his hand and grabbed the black knife, and pulled out the magic weapon.
Alas- ——-
As soon as the magic artifact spirit came out, the magic artifact spirit was biting the Yuanshen of Beiming Zhenjun.
Keep hitting the three -headed wolf.
Three -headed devil is constantly being bombarded.
Bei Ming Zhenjun even stepped out of it, stepped on the three -headed demon wolf under his feet, pinched his head and twisted it, and twisted a wolf head directly.
The spirit was created, and it was damaged by it.
Beiming Zhenjun has been completely angry and violently. Holding his two heads of the wolf of the wolf with both hands, he pulled it fiercely.
Beiming Zhenjun pulled out the black knife fiercely and threw it on the ground.
A pair of fierce eyes staring at Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan's backs are straight and air -conditioned.
Sure enough, it was monk Jindan, so he was so brutal.
Even the terrible magic weapon such as the black knife could not stop him.
"Boy, you are completely angry with me." Bei Ming Zhenjun's eyes seemed to have become a person. It seemed to have become a person. Just now, he was furious and mad, but now he can't see a sign of madness.
But Long Xiaoshan feels that the current Beiming Zhenjun is much more terrible than just now.
He ate on Long Xiaoshan and made Beiming Zhenjun angry. He was in the middle of Jindan Zhenjun, even if he only left the Yuanshen now, the monk was also ants in his eyes. He is now injured by ants
And more than once.
Bei Ming Zhenjun's eyes rolled up, and an extremely dangerous breath rose.
Bei Ming Jun raised his hand, gathered in cold air, and turned into a long sword of ice crystal. He raised his hand and could not describe the mystery of this knife.
After the sword split the Samadhi True fire, it was cut directly on the god body of Long Xiaoshan.
Click!
The golden armor of Long Xiaoshan cracks a huge gap.
A powerful sword rhyme almost divided his gods into two.
The god wheel behind Long Xiaoshan trembled violently.
The light is dim.
If the Longshan Mountain was promoted in the Changping Grand Corps, the god body had the guardian of the golden armor, I am afraid that after a knife just now, he would be annihilated.
Beiming Zhenjun's eyes shrink.
Seems a little surprised.
Although his sword, although it was just the Yuan Shen's use, less than one percent of his previous power, he could be killed in a knife. The soul of Long Xiaoshan could be blocked. It was unexpected.
As everyone knows, it is comparable to the innate of Long Xiaoshan Shinhe. Now after the promotion, the strength of the Long Xiaoshan god is far better than ordinary innateness.
Bei Ming Zhenjun's face was indifferent, as soon as he lifted his hands, the second knife would be cut out.
A gas -refined monk.
It can be regarded as two knives, which can be considered against the sky.
When Long Xiaoshan saw Beiming Zhenjun, he raised his hand and had to carry a second knife. Where did he dare to carry it again? Just now, he almost destroyed his soul.
The god body is instantly fused with the body.
At the same time, forty -nine acupoints on the head -light up.
boom!
A crazy murderous murderous poured out.
At this moment.
Where is the sequelae of the blood of the Long Xiaoshan?
Either crazy!
Either death!
He chose crazy!
As soon as the blood of the killing of God was urged, Long Xiaoshan immediately became a complete form of the blood demon. The horrible murderous murderous was hovering in the void, roaring, and the blood instantly reddled the entire ice hole.
Even Beiming Zhenjun's hands trembled. He was the god of Yuanshen, and he was the most sensitive to murderousness.
"What a terrible murderous aura."
Even if he is True Lord Beiming, he has seen countless strong men, innates, and even golden elixirs in his previous life. In terms of strength, Long Xiaoshan is not ranked high, but in terms of the terrifying murderous aura, what Long Xiaoshan is unleashing now is unheard of.
He had seen the Bloody Hand Butcher, who was famous for cultivating murderous intent, and compared with Long Xiaoshan, he seemed to be even worse.
"How many people has this kid killed? How could he have such a terrifying murderous aura? It's impossible. The Bloody Hand Butcher slaughtered three cities, but he didn't have such a terrifying murderous aura." Zhenjun Beiming was affected by the murderous aura.
, very uncomfortable.
If he had a physical body, that would be okay.
With his cultivation level, no matter how strong his murderous intent is, he can still stop it.
But now that he was a soul, he was injured again, and was directly exposed to such terrifying murderous intent.
It's easy to make him confused.
"Suffer death!" Zhenjun Beiming could not delay any longer. With such murderous intent, he was afraid that he would lose his mind after a long time.
He waved his hand and slashed towards Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of extremely dead gray eyes, containing destruction and death.
Being stared at by these eyes, Zhenjun Beiming felt that his vitality was constantly draining away.
Whoosh!
Long Xiaoshan stabbed out with a spear, and the deathly gray killing power flowed on the golden thunder spear, colliding with Zhenjun Beiming's sword.
Bang!
Long Xiaoshan flew out, hit the rock wall, and fell deeply into it. Even if Long Xiaoshan was in the full form of the Blood Demon, he still couldn't compete with True Lord Beiming.
But soon, Long Xiaoshan rushed out.
His body was dripping with blood, but due to the strong recovery power of the Blood Demon's body, it was not fatal.
After activating the blood of the killing god.
Long Xiaoshan has completely lost pain, fear, fear and other emotions.
He only had one thought left - kill!
No matter what is in front of him, neither heaven nor earth nor anything in this world can stop him.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Long Xiaoshan and True Lord Beiming collided again and again.
Every time he was hacked away by True Lord Beiming.
But every time Long Xiaoshan was able to come back immediately and his power became more ferocious.
True Lord Beiming's power is constantly weakening.
This is the terror of the Demon Eye of Annihilation.
You can extract the opponent's power and convert it into your own killing power.
As long as he doesn't die, Long Xiaoshan can grow infinitely with the power of the Demonic Eyes of Annihilation.
"Damn it! What kind of monster is this guy!"
Beiming Zhenjun looked down at him like an ant from the beginning, and then became more and more frightened. Later, he even developed fear, because he clearly felt that his power was weakening, death was entangled in him, and he was affected by it.
Under the influence of the murderous aura, Zhenjun Beiming's sword skills have become somewhat chaotic and are not as powerful as they were at the beginning.
The opponent's strength is constantly increasing.
From the beginning it was easily knocked away, and now it is at least three to seven. If it continues, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Boy, you are too arrogant!"
The soul of Zhenjun Beiming burned crazily, and he used the pinnacle sword at any cost.
This knife was indescribably terrifying.
It directly split Long Xiaoshan's body, and even the blood demon's body could not stop it. The rhyme of the sword penetrated Long Xiaoshan's body, and Long Xiaoshan was thrown out like a rag. This time, he did not get up.
No matter how terrifying the blood of the killing god is, it has its limit.
The sword of Beiming Zhenjun burns the true essence, and already has a trace of the style of a true golden elixir powerhouse.
Of course, the price is also huge.
True Lord Beiming sheathed his sword. His soul trembled violently and almost collapsed. He was now so weak that he was less than 10% of the strength he had before the battle. He never imagined that a mere Qi Refining monk could reach the point where even he had to fight for his life.
Fortunately, I finally got rid of this guy.
Beiming Zhenjun looked at Long Xiaoshan's broken body and even wanted to rush in and seize the body while it was still hot, so as to avoid a long night and many dreams.
Just then.
Boom!
The cave shook violently, and a huge, bare head drilled through the rock wall.