"You're really ghostly!" he didn't regret and scolded angrily, he didn't like to drag mud and water the most, although he was not angry, but he was already angry at the white tiger's entanglement. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The white tiger's expression was cold, and he didn't know why he was interested in a small mortal martial artist, a cultivator pays attention to the Tao, and such unwise behavior is very rare.

The fierce giant axe attack was like a continuous sea wave, slashing towards the black crow wave after wave, and the tiger roared continuously, setting off a frenzy of spiritual power, and the terrifying momentum was comparable to the power of the spirit god of the heart transformation realm.

But a black crow is a black crow after all, and the experience of the Cloud Spirit Vein Realm is not just as simple as honing the will.

"Ahh

The White Tiger finally dissipated, and the Blood Crow Sword Gang also ran out of strength, annihilating at the same time as the White Tiger Phantom.

Roar!

The tiger roared again, and he looked up at the unstoppable falling giant axe, without fear, and swung his knife straight up, slashing at the blade of the axe.

Holding the knife in his right hand, he pushed the back of the knife with his left hand to block the boundless blow with a murderous aura glowing with cold light, and the huge force poured from the place where the knife and axe collided into the body of No Regrets. No regret finally changed his face, and he underestimated the power of the blow.

The white tiger tiger was angry, his whole body was shocked, and he forcibly withstood the power of the counterattack from the blood crow, and with a low roar, the strength of his whole body rushed into the giant axe along his arms, and blasted towards the man in black under him;

The White Tiger was not willing to let it go without regrets, and he also did not have the habit of giving the enemy a chance to breathe. Dragged up the heavy battle axe, the terrible sound of breaking the wind echoed in the ears of Wu Regret, and the giant axe slashed down again, wanting to cut him in two!

He kicked his legs hard, and the blade of the axe sank deep into where his waist was originally located, and he slid backwards three feet without regret dodging the fatal slash, and supported the blood crow from a distance and stood up.

The giant axe was pulled out of the ground, and a dark golden mist dissipated in the deep axe marks, and a small area of land nearby turned a metallic hue. I gasped without regrets, this weapon was able to metalize what it slashed!

It's not hard to imagine that even if he wasn't cut in half, once the axe blade scratched his skin, his body would spread gold around the wound and turn into metal, greatly slowing down his ability to move, and then making him unable to dodge the next kill!

Fortunately, this terrible attack seems to be a great consumption for the white tiger, and the white tiger, who originally thought that the black crow would definitely die, pulled the giant axe back with a heavy breath, his face was pale, and the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, and the turbid qi of the earth around him formed a small whirlpool and poured into his body, compressed and converted into spiritual power to make up for the consumption.

"You madman, you can't be reasoned! What a big hatred and so much resentment!" The unrepentant wind bones and cloud veins devoured the aura to recover from his injuries, watching the white tiger spit out a mouthful of blood, and roared angrily.

The white tiger did not answer, but looked at him with the cold gaze of the dead man, as if thinking about how to let him be buried on the outskirts of Boyang City in the next round of offensive.

The monk with a low realm did not recover his injuries and spiritual power very quickly, and even only a few points faster than ordinary people, but the battle of life and death is not only to see who recovers his strength and spiritual power faster, but also to see who can endure the pain and powerlessness to put him to death before the opponent attacks again.

"Monks are no different from mortals when they are injured, and their severely injured powers can even be eaten by wild dogs, as long as wild dogs can bite their flesh open. The killer does not seek to be upright, not to be upright, not to be superior, as long as he is killing, he does not need to regard himself as a great power, you have to see yourself as the hungry wild dog, even if the teeth are bad and have no appetite, you have to drag the bloody body that was beaten to bite the enemy to death, because we do not seek victory, as long as we can survive after killing someone!" The demon knife told him that he would not regret it, and he practiced this rule without regrets.

The wind blew, and the cyan wind domain expanded in its most furious, terrifying, and arrogant manner, slowly hiding its master into its own realm. The white tiger narrowed his eyes and watched as the black crow disappeared in front of him, never to be found again.

Even within the perceptual range of the heaven and earth in front of him, the breath of the black crow and the smell of blood were clearly recognizable.

The Wind Domain slowly spread, and the White Tiger took a deep breath and let the Wind Domain devour itself, he saw the fact that if he wanted to kill the Black Crow successfully, he had to step into this strange wind realm to find a trace of unrepentance.

Perhaps this is the last resort of the crows. White Tiger thought silently.

Hollow but full of dead silence, the sound of the sword accompanied by the ubiquitous crow of crows echoed in the wind domain. The white tiger looked around with his axe, but did not find the black figure.

"Buzz!" the sound of the blade's hum suddenly became stronger, exploding in the ears of the white tiger.

The dark red sword shadow danced around the white tiger, flying up and down, and the subtle sound of flesh and blood blooming sounded. The dancing blood crow with a cold expression left a deep wound on the white tiger's body, blood splattered, and the white tiger lost a lot of blood because of this sudden and fatal counterattack, and his face was pale but still unchanged.

The extremely strong energy exploded, and the strong and sharp Gengjin spiritual power rose from the ground, forming a spiritual power barrier to force the dance knife to be unrepentant, and a strand of black hair on his forehead suddenly turned milky white.

"Blood Crow Ghost Dance, the Demon Knife is really willing to teach you his ability to press the bottom of the box!" The white tiger said coldly, the tiger roared and shook the heavens and the earth, the purple gems on the giant axe bloomed with dazzling light, black gas gushed out from the body, and the image of a man wearing an emperor's robe with a blurred face rose from behind the white tiger, the man held a black gold dragon pattern pen and swiped it forward, the raging wind domain was cut in half by an invisible force, and the clouds and mist rising in the wind domain were also split, it was a cloud cluster that had not yet condensed and formed!

"Wind Soul Strategy" has a domain for the wind domain, and "Tianyun Dao Sutra" also has a domain cloud cluster. After unrepentantly minoring in the Heavenly Cloud Dao Sutra, there was also a change in his wind domain—the cloud cluster domain appeared in his wind domain!

The wind domain was broken, and he didn't panic without regret, but was as indifferent as expected, and the blood crow was still dancing, but this time it was not an active attack, but a passive resistance to the frenzied axe blade.

"The Immortal Monarch is also willing to do it, not only to teach you his famous skill 'Hades Mess Pen', but also to give you the Talisman Ghost Monarch to pass the judgment. This technique of 'Ghost Monarch Judgment' should be performed by the Immortal Monarch himself, right?"

Without regrets, gritting their teeth, at this moment they are not only competing for their own strength, but also the strength of the two masters.

The Immortal Monarch has the Hades, and the Demon Sword has Wumeng.

Thirty years ago, the two killers who were extremely ruthless and did not have a single defeat chose to go into hiding, but there was endless debate in the Kyushu rivers and lakes about who was the number one killer of the two. Perhaps they are more like Jianghu people than like cultivators. The Immortal Monarch and the Demon Knife didn't care about this false name, they should eat, drink, drink, sleep, and maintain a tacit understanding not to cross the line and set foot in each other's territory, not to cause unnecessary boring trouble.

This time, the two young killers who inherited the mantle of the two and were unwilling to admit their apprenticeship met like fate, and made a victory for the Immortal King and the Demon Sword, the Underworld and the Umun.

The Blood Raven Ghost Dance has a striking resemblance to the Hades Ranpen, the Blood Crow with its own spiritual power characteristics and the battle axe are constantly colliding, the two storms rise from the bottom, the blood-colored crows are frantically chirping and flying in the cyan storm, and the indifferent and ruthless eyes are staring at the white tiger;

"Get out of here!" the blood crow struck, like a bat rushing out of a dark cave, bloodthirsty and hideous.

"Broken. The white tiger's voice was hollow, he stretched out his hand a little forward, and with a big stroke of the pen of the Immortal Monarch behind him, a huge "broken" character was formed, floating in the air, and suddenly pressed down against the surging flock of crazy crows.

The crows were shattered, holding the knife in both hands, and the bloody light stirred on the blade, and he tried his best to cut through the big character with murderous intent. He knew that if he didn't resist, he would die!

Spraying blood again, it flew back, and the words written in Hades' random pen were shaken by No Regrets, and a crack appeared in the center, but it still flew straight towards No Regrets, and was imprinted on No Regrets before dissipating.

The bones shattered in an instant, and the funeral spirit ghost wind that protected the bones was quickly condensed after being shaken away, wrapping the broken bones and condensing them into the shape of bones to connect to the fracture. This is the characteristic of the wind bone - even if the bone is broken, the burial spirit will condense into the wind bone and temporarily take on the task of the bone.

The white tiger's empty and indifferent eyes have a different color, and the monks of the same realm will lose half their lives if they take this blow, his strength is still low, and he can only make the Hades Monarch write the word "broken", he thought that he could completely kill the black crow in seconds, but he didn't expect that the black crow was actually trembling and standing up.

With a low roar, the white tiger put away the battle axe, pulled open his fist and went straight to the unrepentant who had just stood firm, a faint golden glow covered the fist, extending a sharp bulge of more than an inch, it is not difficult to imagine what damage will be caused if this fist hits the body.

A tiger roar sounded at the end of the fist, and the phantom of the small tiger's head appeared, opening the tiger's mouth and smashing it into the unrepentant.

The blade slashed horizontally, and instantly collided with the white tiger's fist, and the earth waves rolled, covering the two people who collided together. Dirt and sand fell from the sky, and it was desolate.