At present, Wen Yiming's vague realization can only be put in the back of his mind, Long Xiuzhu is the only peer master he has recognized so far, although his cultivation is a big realm higher than himself, but he believes that if he is not reborn, even if he is at the same level, he will never be this person's opponent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Life and death are at stake, and he doesn't dare to be distracted a little.

The dragon spear runs out, and the artistic conception of the lance - through the sun!

The dragon repairs the bamboo knife and collapses the mountain, and Wen Yi's gun is like a dragon!

To the fierce and fierce, to the death!

The explosion was like thunder.

In the roar of gold and iron, Long Xiuzhu's sword light dispersed in a hurry, and Wen Yiming's spear shadow purple qi disappeared in an instant.

The sonorous sound almost tore the eardrums, and the black and white figures flew out upside down.

Long Xiuzhu landed on the ground and retreated, opened his crotch and sank between three steps, and stopped the retreat with a knife behind him, his hands were dripping with blood, splashing on the ring, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he gritted his teeth and locked his brows deeply, looking at Wen Yiming, who almost fell into the ring, his red eyes were bloody.

Long Xiuzhu was shocked by the force of the fierce bombardment and flew upside down to the ground, while Wen Yiming was almost slashed down by Long Xiuzhu's knife, flying diagonally and smashing down, forcibly stopping a step backwards between five steps back, quickly retracting the gun and supporting the tail of the gun behind him, stopping the retreat.

Even so, he still slid backwards for two meters, narrowly landing on the edge of the ring.

Wen Yiming's arms holding the dragon spear trembled uncontrollably, and the mouths of the two tigers were also full of blood, and the entire chest and abdomen were shaken so that the breath was messy, and blood overflowed from between the clenched teeth.

Wen Yiming looked directly at Long Xiuzhu, who was a hundred meters away, completely unbelievable, in the cultivation of the first layer of the Great Martial Arts, in this world, he could actually gain the upper hand in the fierce hedging that he was best at.

In addition to his heart, he had other emotions.

Long Xiuzhu's shock was even worse than Zhiwen Yiming, he knew his own combat strength better than anyone else, there was no rival among his peers, there were thousands of souls under the battle knife, as long as he fought against him, there would never be a survivor.

He was confident that he was invincible at the same level, and there were only a handful of people in the same rank who could go through one move under the full force of his battle knife, and he only wanted to get two of them so far.

And today, there was another martial artist who was still a great realm lower than him, which gave his self-confidence a serious blow, however, his fighting spirit was not decreasing but increasing.

Although he had the upper hand, he clearly knew that it was Wen Yiming who was superior, and it was not so simple to cross the six layers.

He has often done this kind of thing, and he knows it very well. But he believed that Wen Yiming was not his opponent, because he was not an ordinary martial artist, and he believed that Wen Yiming was as shocked as he was.

From the burst of charge to the landing and eye contact, it took only three seconds, but the two of them did their best, and after a wave of confrontation, the minds of both sides were running rapidly, and they invariably took out the medicine to take, without the slightest disguise and artificiality.

The sworn enemy of the fierce enemy! Wen Yiming confirmed.

This person can't stay! Long Xiuzhu's eyes changed.

The Blackstone arena was still quiet, and no one made a sound, and they were all deeply shocked by the momentum of the two fighting for their lives.

It is not difficult to see that both of them are invincible existences of the same level.

Amon forgot to cover up, and stood up instantly with Saiyaren and the rest of the masturbation members.

Ling Qingping's sisters didn't know Wen Yiming's anti-heaven combat power, and Yiqing was an ignorant little girl with amnesia, but Amon and Saiyaren saw with their own eyes Wen Yiming's shocking scene in the hands of Mo Ziyou in the late stage of the military general. They still remember it vividly, and they still find it hard to believe when they think about it.

And just a second ago, Wen Yiming fell behind when the hole cards were exhausted.

Wen Yiming took a few bottles of medicine, and a holy light technique was sprinkled on his arms, and he felt the tendons, tendons, tendons and veins recover rapidly, and let out a long mouthful of turbid gas with a fishy smell.

The cold power that had just invaded from the dragon spear was the unique Soul Eater of the Divine Needle in the Holy Altar, Wen Yiming had a profound image, he had learned a lot of information about this, but it was not perfect.

The Xuan Needle Soul Devouring Hand is a strange technique that fuses two kinds of strength, one is the Xuan Needle Strength, which attacks the heart with the power of Yin and Cold, and the other is the Soul Eater Strength, which uses the power of Yin and Cold to devour the brain. He has personally experienced both kinds of real evil, which are quite weird and difficult.

If it weren't for the fact that he had the Dragon Devouring Beidou, the two major hubs would have opened up the Divine Mansion Space and the Spirit Ruins Space, and they would not be able to fight against Long Xiuzhu at all. If it weren't for the Dragon Swallowing Beidou to start in time and use the power of the holy light of the Divine Mansion Space to resolve the overbearing cold power, he would have been directly slashed out of the ring by Long Xiuzhu, and his life and death would be unpredictable.

This is also an important point where he falls into disadvantage.

The shock in Long Xiuzhu's eyes was also due to this, his Xuan Needle Strength had already cultivated to the peak of the fifth layer, and he was invincible in battle. It stands to reason that if he is hit by his Xuan Needle Strength, the True Yuan and the aura will instantly riot uncontrollably, unless the cultivation is too much higher than him, and the True Yuan is extremely powerful, in order to suppress this cold power, otherwise death is only a matter of time.

If this method of resisting the Xuan Needle Soul Eater comes out, it will be quite unfavorable to himself, Long Xiuzhu's heart is like a mirror, he actually wants to capture this person alive, but this probability is too small, he can only kill it, so as to prevent future troubles.

The two looked at each other for ten seconds, Long Xiuzhu suddenly opened his crotch and sank, turned his hand and held the knife, and another low cry sounded in his throat, and the black lines on his cheeks faintly glowed red.

Wen Yiming's pupils shrank, he drew his gun and charged violently, he didn't dare to wait any longer, no one knew whether Long Xiuzhu was casting a higher-level secret method, but the skyrocketing momentum was real, and he was hesitating whether to cast the dragon and tiger to suppress anger.

At the same time, he was also secretly annoyed by his arrogance, he didn't use his killing intent to suppress it at the beginning, he wanted to see if Long Xiuzhu was as strong as he imagined. Of course, there is another factor, that is, he is difficult to match among his peers, and he longs for an opponent of equal strength.

It turned out that Long Xiuzhu was much stronger than he imagined, and if it weren't for the person in the altar, he would really want to have fellowship with this person.

Wen Yiming soared out thirty meters, Long Xiuzhu's face was dark and red, the fierce light was great, and he was obliquely wearing a knife.

As soon as Fang charged, Long Xiuzhu's battle knife slashed left and right in the air, rolling up countless black blades, wrapping his entire body.

When they were eighty meters apart, Long Xiuzhu had already risen up, and with a loud shout, the war knife twisted up the shadow of the sword in the sky, and in an instant, countless swords rolled towards Wen Yiming.

Wen Yiming exploded a drop of essence blood again, and the killing intent rose instantly, and between the swings of the dragon lance, the killing intent was suppressed and released.

Long Xiuzhu's eyes were red, and the momentum of holding the knife suddenly slammed, and a trace of horror appeared in his eyes. And Wen Yiming dragon spear has come out, the sonorous sound is loud, and the sword is gone.

The wind did not stop, eighty meters was approaching in the blink of an eye, his body leaned forward at the limit, and the soaring figure suddenly twisted his waist and swinged his arms, and rotated in the strong rush, like a warhead rotating at high speed.

The dragon spear came out, and in the blink of an eye, it was like an extended version of an armor-piercing bullet, and it was decisively attacked.

This scene became unbelievable in the eyes of everyone, the black shadow that rotated and rushed at high speed seemed to be integrated with the dragon lance, wrapped in purple mist, and the whole picture only saw a black figure coiled on the dragon lance, as if the purple dragon lance was the main body, and Wen Yiming was just an insignificant black shadow on it.

Long Xiuzhu had the illusion that his strength had been greatly reduced, and in a blink of an eye, he understood that this was an opponent's martial art, and his heart was shocked to the extreme, he could suppress Xiuwei!

This man will die!

Long Xiuzhu kills the machine!