The sinister wind howled, the Ghost King roared, and his huge body rolled. Although his head was smashed to pieces, he was not an entity. The billowing ghost energy twisted and squirmed, trying to condense again.
How could Long Xiaoshan give him this opportunity?
The demon-like hands and feet struck at the ghost king, and the ghost body continued to shatter under the violent force. The Blood Demon Meridian Qi and blood practiced by Long Xiaoshan was so powerful that it burned the ghost body like the scorching sun.
Strong yang energy is the evil spirit's biggest nightmare.
The ghost king was wailing, and his ghost body was riddled with holes by Long Xiaoshan. This was not the end. Long Xiaoshan's eyes were blood red from the killing, and the stars in more than a hundred acupoints around his body were all lit up. An eight-armed crocodile dragon came from the void.
A roar that shook the heavens and the earth.
The huge blood energy rushed up into the sky like a wolf smoke of essence energy, condensing into the phantom of the eight-armed crocodile dragon in the void.
Two extremely thick arms and claws grabbed the ghost king's shoulders, pulled them out fiercely, and stabbed the extremely powerful ghost king. It was torn in half like rags. The boiling blood corroded the ghost king's broken body. A large amount of
Black air evaporates.
The ghost king could be heard wailing in the void, changing from strong to weak, and finally became silent.
Except for some scattered ghost energy, there is no trace of the Ghost King.
Snap!
The Hundred Ghost Flag in the hands of the Black Scale Sect veteran fell to the ground. He couldn't believe his eyes. The powerful ghost king he had cultivated was actually torn apart. You must know that the ghost king not only has an attack power comparable to that of the master, but is also immortal. Even if you
Even if you tear him apart a hundred times, he can recover.
But now he can no longer feel the ghost king's breath.
It can be seen that the ghost king's consciousness has also been completely obliterated.
How is that possible!
Li Huan, Yan Bing and other members of the Dragon Group stared in disbelief. The thunder and lightning summoned by Long Xiaoshan previously shocked them. Now tearing apart the Ghost King with his bare hands cannot be described as terrifying, especially Long Xiaoshan now.
Still in the state of transformation, the eight-armed crocodile dragon's vitality and blood were overwhelming, and the brutal aura of the ancient ferocious beast made their souls tremble and tremble.
It's not that they have never seen blood-transformed people, and Hong Xiaojin is one of them, but compared to Long Xiaoshan, the human bear transformed by Hong Xiaojin is simply the difference between a gecko and a crocodile.
Only now did they know that Long Xiaoshan didn't fight with Hong Xiaojin, not because he was afraid of him, but because he simply didn't care.
Do you care about an ant waving its claws at you on the road?
Why did the team leader invite such a terrifying guy?
Even if the team leader wants to tear apart the Ghost King alive and completely kill it, it would be difficult for him to do so.
Long Xiaoshan tore apart the Ghost Queen, slowly turned his head and looked at the Black Scale Sect Master, with a curved corner of his mouth, and his smile looked unusually ferocious.
The veteran of the Black Scale Sect shivered and felt weak all over.
The people of the Black Scale Sect are notorious in Zhongzhou. They are usually the only ones who can scare people. How could they be scared by others? Especially a great spiritual master like him, who is even more ferocious and can make a three-year-old child stop crying. Unexpectedly, he was also scared
A scary day.
The veteran of the Black Scale Sect held up his body, and when he saw Long Xiaoshan walking towards him step by step, he pulled out a black knife and roared fiercely.
"Stop, don't force me."
Long Xiaoshan seemed not to have heard of it, but kept approaching.
The veteran of the Black Scale Sect screamed strangely, and thrust the black knife into his chest. He let out bursts of shrill howls, his face was twisted, and countless black energy lingered on it, as if he was undergoing inhuman torture.
After a while, the old man from the Black Scale Sect, who was already extremely skinny, shriveled up again, as if he had turned into Gollum from The Lord of the Rings.
He whipped out his knife.
The black knife filled with blood contains an infinite evil aura.
The old man from the Black Scale Sect stared at Long Xiaoshan with great hatred: "Hei Xiang, kill him!"
call out!
A black light streaked across the void.
The black nightmare knife instantly stabbed Long Xiaoshan in front of him.
Long Xiaoshan felt a terrible tearing feeling. You must know how strong his body is now that he is activating the Blood Demon Sutra, but this humble knife actually gave him such a terrible feeling.
Long Xiaoshan reached out his hand without hesitation and grabbed the Black Nightmare Knife.
Poof!
Its hand was cut off.
Blood sputtered out!
The black nightmare knife he grabbed was not much longer than a finger, but Long Xiaoshan seemed to be grabbing a wild giant beast, with violent power trying to break free from his control.
Long Xiaoshan was pushed back by the knife, and his hands were covered with blood. A large amount of resentment was about to rush into his body along his wounds.
Longshan is roaring continuously.
The Blood Demon Sutra was pushed to its limit.
His arms became more and more swollen and thick, and supernatural power surged out from his acupuncture points, fighting with the infinite evil aura on the Black Nightmare Knife. The murderous intention in Long Xiaoshan's eyes condensed into substance, and blood light penetrated out, and even
Even his jet black hair turned blood red.
Bang!
His feet finally clung to the ground, and the sharp claws on the soles of his feet dug deeply into the ground.
Long Xiaoshan's body was filled with blood, and his face looked extremely ferocious in the blood.
Kaka!
The black nightmare knife slowly turned over in Long Xiaoshan's hand, and the infinite evil energy on it was roaring and struggling, as if it was an evil dragon suppressed by the eight-armed Shura.
I want to break free, but I still can't get rid of that powerful force.
"No, it's impossible." The old man from the Black Scale Sect almost dropped his eyes when he saw the Black Nightmare Knife being turned over gradually.
This black nightmare knife is an ancient magic weapon.
Even he can't control it. Every time he uses the Black Nightmare Knife, he has to sacrifice a lot of his life force.
This magic sword once allowed him to survive being chased by the Grand Master, and even injured the Grand Master.
It's just that the price paid is too high.
He would not dare to use this ancient magic weapon until he was at the critical moment of life and death.
However, just now he almost sacrificed more than half of his life to this terrible magic weapon.
He actually didn't kill Long Xiaoshan.
Seeing that the Black Nightmare Knife had been completely turned over in Long Xiaoshan's hand, and it was stained with a layer of blood as thick as substance, Long Xiaoshan smiled solemnly: "Give it back to you."
call out!
The Black Nightmare Knife was actually thrown back by him.
The old man from the Black Scale Sect was so distraught that he rushed towards the blood pool and shouted: "Save--"
Poof!
Before he finished speaking, he had already been pierced by the Black Nightmare Knife.
The body fell from mid-air and fell into the blood pool. The water in the blood pool was extremely viscous. When the old man fell in, there was no splash at all. It was like falling into a mire, and he was slowly swallowed up by the plasma.
call!
Long Xiaoshan felt weak in his hands and feet.
This Black Nightmare Sword was really fierce. Although he was defeated by him, the magical power in the acupuncture points was almost completely consumed, and the brilliance like grains of rice was extremely dim.
Long Xiaoshan put away the Blood Demon Sutra, and the scales and armor on his body, as well as the finger blades, returned to their original state.
He walked up to Li Huan and others and gave each of them a pill.
After Li Huan and others swallowed the pill, their bodies gradually recovered. They stood up in a hurry, and everyone looked at Long Xiaoshan with respect and fear.
(Continuously updated during the New Year, New Year and new atmosphere. On New Year’s Eve, everyone eats and drinks well. Lao Xiao wishes everyone auspiciousness in traveling eastward, smooth traveling south, peace traveling west, worry-free traveling north, good health in the middle, Feng Yuan on the left, and good luck on the right.
If you are prosperous, you will have lucky stars in front of you and Bodhisattva in the back. You will accumulate a lot of gold inside and you will have good luck outsiders! Happy New Year!!!)
