"This world has divided its playthings into three, six, nine and so on, so that it can be fun, it likes to watch the despair of the ninth class, the struggle of the sixth class, the fight of the third class, the world that does not let people live in peace, it is really infuriating, my knife, the name is called killing the sky!"

Fauxy stood on the sand, surrounded by the remnants of the Dark Gold Fighters, who were still dangerous and capable of killing, and pounced on him from all sides, but the layers were cut apart like papyrus. Leaving him safe, he looked up slightly with an indifferent face, looking at the fireball like a small sun that seemed to be only a stone's throw away from him,

The dazzling light made him have to squint, and the fireball emitted a sense of spiritual power oppression that even a Dark Gold Fifth Rank fighter like Liu Ju felt that his life was threatened, and in front of him it was not as dazzling as the dazzling light that could make him squint.

He knew very well that he would die if the fireball fell, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry, his already short body looked even smaller and smaller under the downward fireball, like gravel, and could be ignored at any time.

The naked upper body is full of explosive muscles, and the black iron armor on the lower body is baked red by the blazing temperature, and the whole body looks like an extremely red stone, but it is as if the temperature cannot be felt

Still motionless, a voice as thin as a mosquito came out of his mouth, as if he was sighing, as if he was admiring: "This is power, this terrifying spiritual pressure, this kind of substantial flame, this kind of space is as hot as a fluctuating temperature." Foxy squinted and looked up at the sky slightly, his gaze filled with the fireball that had become the overlord of the dark gold battlefield here.

"Now the cyan in my body doesn't seem to be boiling anymore, no, it's not boiling, if I was born to be a member of the third class, and you want to exploit me to perform for you, I am worse than those who are on the rise, and I am also short of a bloodline that can attract this background." The cyan is among the third class, but it is also a low thing."

As he spoke, he slowly bent his legs, lowered his body, which was terribly red from the heat, and stretched out his hands to play on the sand, as if playing with mud.

"I'm unwilling, I'm not willing to have a few hundred years in this world, this is a stage of sin, I also want to accept the baptism of the highest level of sin, am I deprived of the opportunity to bloom? I am deprived, I am not yet 100 years old, and I am deprived before I have time to bloom. ”

Foxie, who was squatting on the sand, kept chanting words in his mouth, but he could only say it to himself, maybe he couldn't hear it clearly, the deadly wind rolled up by the remnants of various fighting techniques and magic skills around him swirled in this battlefield, and the sound of a tiger roaring dragon was only one thousandth enough to dilute his self-talk at the moment to ignore.

The horror above his head that could kill him thousands of times seemed to be ignored by him, and he played with the mud with his short but strong hands on the sand, and the blurred outline gradually appeared on the sand between his hands, which was a sand knife made of sand.

The roaring wind that roared everywhere around him strangely did not swallow the pile of sand that he had fiddled with in the shape of a knife without a trace, was it like a solid object that it could not swallow, or did it not dare to ......

"I'm unwilling, you cowardly cyan don't dare to boil anymore, then I'll find another way, hold the knife in my hand, and create an era that belongs to my Foxie, even if it's only a few hundred years, I want to make the three words Foxy brilliant for a hundred years......"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding air currents were visible to the naked eye and strangely split in two, leaving Fukesey, who was still squatting in place, and his hands fiddling back and forth on the sand no longer seemed to be playing with mud and sand at this time, and his palms were swimming back and forth on the piled up outline, more like stroking a treasure that he couldn't put down.

The surrounding air seemed to be emptied, leaving a conspicuous semi-circular vacuum protective cover, and outside was a deadly streamer of air as if it did not dare to approach, except for Fukxi, only the knife that had been piled up with mud and sand on the sand, and the terrifying knife intent that slowly emerged, as if it were substantial......

"Up!"

There was a sonorous sound, and then the knife on the ground, the small pile of sand less than a meter long, Fuksey reached into it with one hand, and as he gradually stood up straight, the sand was really pulled up by him, like water flowing from low to high, the vacuum broke, and the yellow sand pulled up by him flew in the wind, and in a moment the storm beast finally devoured the yellow sand that belonged to it at will, but in the air, what was left was a knife, brilliant and dazzling, so that the remaining streamers that originally belonged to this battlefield were eclipsed and tasteless。

This is a knife composed purely of sword intent, visible but not substantial, but capable of killing......

In an instant, Foxy moved, holding the knife in one hand, and jumped high, the knife that seemed to be held in his hand was growing and lengthening, and where the blade passed, there was only a vacuum crack in the space that could not be healed for a long time.

"The first form of the Heaven Killing Knife, splitting the sky!"

With the extreme unwillingness in his heart, the giant knife behind him braved the cold light and followed him to meet him, the short body looked so small under this huge fireball, but it was so majestic in front of the giant knife oblique behind him.

The blade cut through the flames as easily as cutting a watermelon, cutting through the devastating blow created by Gan Xiuyin, a great peak magician, who had drained his whole body and spiritual power, and the compressed spiritual power that was originally wrapped in the flames to celebrate the victory of this battle also broke with the passage of this knife.

The terrifying energy spread out in both directions, leveling the original peaks on both sides of the canyon, and it still didn't stop.

Foxy landed, the knife in his hand was gone, but at this time he looked like a knife, his eyes were beating with a cold glow, and his original red body also dissipated with the destruction of the fireball, and there were two figures in his sight, a man and a woman stared blankly, as if they had been shocked by something.

The entire battlefield is now so clear, originally filled with residual energy that makes the outside world look foggy and invisible, but at this moment, it seems to have been smoothed out by the energy shattered by Fukxi's slashing knife, and it has become a secretless appearance in the eyes of many people in the distance.

The canyon turned flat, and there was a dwarf at a distance of hundreds of meters on the opposite side of a man and a woman, judging from the fluctuating aura, it was a peak gold fighter, and it was precisely because of this judgment that could not be mistaken, all the dark gold fighters present, including Thunder Wind and Lei Xing, were dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

A trace of essence light representing victory gradually broke through the void and slowly appeared in the middle of Fu Kexi, Lu Haifeng, and Gan Xiuyin, in the eyes of tens of thousands of viewers, including Yang Jinxi, it was beautiful, and the mica essence that represented the beginning of this fight was also the victor.

The small light cluster is eye-catching and terrifying, the current dwarf at the peak of gold, is an existence that no one can underestimate, the knife looming in his eyes is like it has been put on his neck as if he can take life away at any time, the feeling of thousands of meters away, such as the feeling of the dark gold fighter of the thunderstorm and thunder.

This is a knife that can kill, a knife that can kill people of dark gold in the form of gold.

Lu Haifeng forced himself to come back to his senses and looked at Fauxy in the air, but the muscles of his face should not have been completely mastered by him, and the shocked expression on his face still existed.

Looking at each other, Lu Haifeng's eyes are not a person, it is a sharp knife that seems to be able to be slashed again at any time, since stepping into the dark gold, I can't remember how long I haven't felt scared, even against his sworn enemies Lei Feng and Lei Xing, the two guys, there is only a will to fight and unwillingness, this time, the long-lost fear hit the whole body, that is the uncontrollable feeling after life is threatened,

He struggled to speak, "Who are you?"

The tone is as calm as possible, after being in the wasteland for so many years, I know that the more you make your opponent feel that you are afraid, the faster and easier it will be to die.

Gan Xiuyin beside her, because the previous big peak blow had already drained her whole body of strength and staggered, the collision of the shocking scene just now finally became the last straw that crushed her, and she fell to the ground, Lu Haifeng didn't care about her and didn't have time to care about her, life is still more important to himself......

"You and I have never met before, Your Excellency, why is that? Seeing that Foxy on the other side didn't respond to him, Lu Haifeng couldn't help but continue to ask. He asked like this, in fact, he had nothing to say, he knew very well the purpose of the other side of Foxie.

The golden light that was beating like a naughty child in mid-air at a distance of 100 meters in front of him was so alluring.

There was still no response in his eyes, and the person who walked straight towards the mica essence should have been himself, but this time he opened his mouth, but he was powerless to refute.

At this time, Foxy was a marauder who was going to plunder the fruits of victory that should have belonged to Lu Haifeng, but he was indeed a victor, and what he was holding in his hands now was the victory that belonged to him.

In a moment, as Fu Kexi put away the mica essence gold in his hand, the battle finally came to an end, and inadvertently tilted his head slightly, Lu Haifeng saw two fine lights from the eyes that looked at him, which were the same as the color emitted by the shocking knife before.

In an instant, without saying anything, he turned around and ran, and the speed belonging to the dark gold fighter was revealed at a glance at this moment, and Fukexi stood on the ground and watched his figure get farther and farther away from him expressionlessly, perhaps the audience thousands of meters away, including Thunder Wind and Thunder, couldn't understand why he was indifferent at the moment.

But only Yang Jinxi knew that he couldn't catch up, and he was still at the peak of gold in the end.