The broken army that was eroded by the crooked wind and evil spirit looked like a wasted person, and his body had completely lost his original fighting intent, as if he would die in the next moment.

Only his eyes were not the slightest bit of fear, frustration, or anxiety about being in a desperate situation.

Cao Sifeng raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "After all, I still underestimate you." ”

After speaking, a punch was thrown.

A crane chirped into the night, and the resonance of ten thousand ways tore apart.

The next moment, I saw countless cold winds, gale, storms, and crooked winds, whistling, forming a series of fierce cranes of different shapes, pecking towards the broken army, as if they were going to tear the broken army to pieces with iron claws and sharp beaks.

Devil's Wind Nine Styles - The Wind Roars.

And at this moment, Po Jun, who was in a state of malaise, suddenly turned his whole body black, and a rich yin qi poured out of his body, and he saw that the surrounding world suddenly became dim.

It's dark!

Ghosts cry, wolves howl, roars, turtles, tigers, lions cry, ants whine, people hiss, for a while, the small half of the ring seems to have become a human purgatory, all the creatures that have been killed by the broken army appear at this moment, and those voices make the survivors around them tremble and be terrified.

Even if they were already working at full strength, they could still feel the gloom.

Two figures, one black and one white, appeared like the impermanence of the underworld.

Black and white are impermanent, and yin and yang are reincarnated to send white bones.

Reincarnation stab.

With the reincarnation stab being used, the aura on his body seemed to bottom out and rebound again.

At the same time, the empty battlefield once again resounded with the terrible voice of the soul beast.

The screams of the Soul Beast, the wail of the Wolf Tooth Beast, the roar of the Black-Armored Bear, the hissing of the Tetanus Bee, the whining of the Stone Turtlemon, the roar of the Ligermon, and then the two broken figures disappeared at the same time.

The thorn ape slashes the tiger as lightly as a swallow, and it is impossible to see killing people in the daytime.

Sorrowful Thorn.

The black-and-white impermanence that was making the charge disappeared and was replaced by six terrible pathos.

The iron cloth shirt condenses the pitch-black, like a soul beast that puts on a layer of armor and launches a fierce charge.

Carrying the power of frost and cold, it breathes out the breath of frost and condenses into a crescent blade, like a wolf tooth beast of a snow elf.

Raising a huge bear paw, it covered it like a banana fan, and suddenly pulled the wind and clouds of heaven and earth, forming a majestic cloud giant palm, suppressing the black armored bear of heaven and earth.

Thousands of incarnations, vibrating the six wings, stirring up a storm in the sky, forming a powerful storm, a tetanus bee roaring like a tornado swallowing the sky.

Carrying a golden brass bell on its back, it moved heavily and steadily in the endless humming sound, like a stone turtle beast that moved like a castle.

The sharp nails were entangled with the terrifying aura of the three powers of Fengyun and Frost, and with its sharp lion claws unleashing furiously, the lion and tiger beast that opened the mountain and cracked the stones, and broke the jade and divided the gold.

Six fierce sorrowful souls, plus two ethereal impermanences, launched a desperate fight with the overwhelming wind cranes.

The wind crane is bloodless, and the sad soul is bloodless, but the battle between the two sides gives people a bloody and tragic feeling.

The dissipation of each wind crane means that Cao Sifeng's soul power is consumed, and in the same way, every scar on the body of the sad soul also damages the soul power of the broken army.

The battle has come to the point of white-hotness.

This is something that Cao Sifeng did not expect in advance.

He thought that the strongest opponent who came here was Liu Shan. But even Liu Shan in his heyday couldn't stop his three tricks and nine styles of demonic wind.

After all, the Nine Styles of Demon Wind, each of which is equivalent to a Xuan-level soul skill. And he created it himself, and he was able to use 100% of his power.

But so far in the battle, he has used five moves, but he still hasn't defeated the broken army, but the latter has a vague feeling of being anti-guest-oriented.

However, this did not make him irritable, but more and more excited.

In the state of demons, he is an extreme existence. The only thing that hasn't changed is the belligerent heart.

Thinking like this, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Because whether it is the soul power wind crane that he condensed through the wind and cranes, or the soul power fierce spirit summoned by the broken army through the sad soul thorn, they have all turned into soul power at this time and returned to heaven and earth.

A shady curtain was born, and with the emergence of this shady curtain.

The sound of a shock sounded, and a figure seemed to fly by in the dark fog.

The sound of surging is endless, and in the dark fog, there seems to be a heavenly river that rushes to the sea and never returns.

The flickering light continued, and there seemed to be a shadow flowing in the dark mist.

The black and white qi are entangled, and there seem to be two soul-seducing impermanence wandering in the dark mist.

The roar of sorrow was hoarse, and in the dark mist, there seemed to be six fierce and fearless sorrowful spirits charging.

These visions made the fog mysterious, weird, unpredictable. Like countless clouds floating and sinking in the black mist.

The shadows of the night rise and fall, and the clouds move.

In the silent silence, the figure of the broken army moved like a grim reaper.

Unconsciously, he had approached Cao Sifeng's body, and his fingers, which were as sharp as daggers, were poking straight towards Cao Sifeng's heart.

The terrifying power of the Desperate Six Thorns is completely condensed in the fingertips of the broken army, and it will explode the moment it touches Cao Sifeng, and in the layers of stacking, the soul value that can burst out from this blow is as high as one million, and it has also reached the limit of Xuan-level soul skills.

And this thorn, unlike the scattered power of the Cloud Thunder Artillery, is a highly condensed power, which is enough to form a lore and send Cao Sifeng to hell.

This is the ultimate meaning of the Six Thorns of Desperation - all in one stab.

This is a thorn in the indomitable future, this is a thorn in the sacrifice of life.

The secret of the Deadly Thorn is that it kills with one hit.

There is no such thing as one drum, then decline, and three rest.

If the Death Thorn can't be hit with one hit, it will kill with one hit. It's like scrapping.

Once, Lin Xin'er used the body method of the end of the world to crack this trick.

Cao Sifeng's gadgae step was only as strong as the end of the world, but he couldn't dodge the thorn of the broken army through the gaddy step.

Because of this thorn, it integrates the further understanding of Feng Dun and Yun Dun by Po Jun, locking with Yun Dun and tracking with Feng Dun, it will form a unique effect, and it is also the answer that Nie Yinniang is looking for - it must be hit.

It's a must-hit blow, it's an unstoppable blow.

Therefore, even if Cao Sifeng's figure moved a mile away in an instant, he was still hit by this stab.

There are no earth-shattering explosions, no colorful streamers, and the Deadly Thorn condenses all the power into one point, without the slightest waste.

A hole appeared in Cao Sifeng's chest.

Po Jun's arm penetrated from the front of the hollow to the back of the hollow, with Cao Sifeng's chest in between.

(End of chapter)