On the Hundred Broken Heavenly Mountain, the battle between Feng Yin and Wang Zhiyong is still continuing, with one hundred moves, two hundred moves...... Five or six hundred moves, none of them are simple temptations, and all of them are drastic means to put people to death.

While Feng Yin was wielding the Heavenly Stick in his hand, all kinds of divine techniques were used, such as killing techniques, star and moon suppression, moonlight purification, and the way of nothingness...... He played all his cards and tried his best, but he still couldn't give himself the upper hand.

At this time, Wang Zhiyong was like a blood demon, his black hair was dancing wildly, his eyes had lost their pupils, turning into pure scarlet, and every inch of flesh and blood in his body was spraying a thin fishy light, like a demon emerging from a pool of blood, looking up to the sky and roaring, about to destroy everything.

At this time, absorbing the essence blood of more than a dozen cultivators in the late stage of the Qianyuan Dynasty adjacent to him, the double swords in Wang Zhiyong's hands have been strengthened to a terrifying point, and there is a devastating power between swings, and every time he moves, there is a sword groan that makes the eardrums tremble, and the blood qi can turn rocks into magma, and the sky is red.

While!

Another hard blow, Feng Yin's entire right arm was numb, he was shocked by Wang Zhiyong's strength, without that ridiculously powerful Yuan Shen, he was still an invincible opponent, God knows how he realized such a killing move.

The force of the shock was transmitted along the muscles and bones to the heart, and Feng Yin felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a hand, and there was an illusion of missing a shot.

After experiencing so many battles, Feng Yin experienced the feeling of losing the wind in melee combat for the first time, which was really uncomfortable.

He knew very well that this did not mean that Wang Zhiyong's physical strength surpassed his own, after all, the trace abyss body was invincible at the same level, and he could cross the border to attack the opponent, but Wang Zhiyong's blood fusion method was really powerful, and the two blood swords were as heavy as a mountain under Wang Zhiyong's control, creating the illusion that the opponent's strength exceeded his own.

Bite!

Finally, Feng Yin was gone, his right arm was almost unconscious, and the last blow fell, and the armillary stick actually came out of his hand, and one of Wang Zhiyong's blood swords collapsed and flew out at the same time, the blood sword shattered, and the armillary stick also crashed and flew away more than a dozen mountains, crushing a boulder, and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

"I thought it would last longer than me, but it turns out that you can't do it anymore......"

Feng Yin lowered his hands and gasped, his right hand trembled a little, and at this time, with the gap between his words, he frantically ran the Nameless Nirvana Sutra to buy himself some time.

At this time, the people watching the battle retreated again and again, and their hearts were terrified, they were like a group of butterflies in the storm in the battle between Feng Yin and Wang Zhiyong, they couldn't stand steadily, and if they got a little closer, their lives were in danger, both of them were murderous and unblinking, and whoever died under their hands died in vain.

"How can this kind of person appear in the Shengzhou election, there may not be such a demon-level figure in the kingdom of God, God ......"

"Quick...... Don't say it, their battlefield has moved to this side, run, run! ”

Feng Yin used the shuttle chapter to move hundreds of feet away, avoiding the blood-colored sword light that Wang Zhiyong cleaved, and a huge gap appeared in the original position, and the wounds left by the predecessors in the mountain many battles were all covered by Wang Zhiyong's sword, and they were all erased!

"Old classmate, you can't do it, you're going to die."

Wang Zhiyong followed up with a cruel smile, his speed was only a little slower than Feng Yin, and the crazy killing will was released in his scarlet eyes, and the thick aura could be clearly felt from a distance of more than ten miles, full of oppression and terrifying feelings.

"Go!"

Feng Yin, who was in regression, let out a low shout, the Killing Dao Divine Technique-the Eyebrow Heart Sword was unleashed by him, within a radius of a hundred zhang, everyone felt their hearts beating, and every time the sword body was exposed, the terrifying murderous aura doubled, and everyone almost thought that they were in Shura purgatory.

The eyebrow sword rushed out, like lightning and lightning!

In the past, Feng Yin's use of this trick has always been invincible, but today it is not good, I saw that after the killing sword was shot out, Wang Zhiyong's blood sword was brilliant, and the sword body sounded the wails of countless lives, it turned out that those who were drained of blood by Wang Zhiyong did not die, and their vitality was hidden in the blood sword.

However, there were far more than a dozen creatures on the blood sword, and there were also creatures that died under Wang Zhiyong's blood sword before, all of which were collected by him in the blood sword.

Laugh at!

The eyebrow sword stabbed the blood sword, causing the sword body to tremble, and then there was no follow-up, and the blood sword blocked Wang Zhiyong's life.

"Give up, you are the second enemy I want to kill the most, my Dao exists for revenge, this is your nemesis, killing the sword? I've been ready for you! ”

Wang Zhiyong finally rushed in front of Feng Yin, he could even touch Feng Yin's clothes, and at this time, he twisted his face and slashed the blood sword at Feng Yin's head.

Lin Guo and his party exclaimed, this sword went down, I didn't dare to imagine......

Feng Yin raised his right fist with difficulty, trying to block the momentum of the blood sword falling.

"What a good talent, the road to the future is limitless, but it's a pity that today I have to divide life and death, and leave one..."

Everyone felt a pity, but inevitably a little relieved, while there was one less strong person, they also had one less competitor to compete with.

At this moment, the blood sword slashed into Feng Yin's fist, not the sound of entering the flesh, but a crisp sound of "ding", and then a silver glow spread across the heavens and the earth, and the two people seemed to become a silver sun.

The blood sword slashed into Feng Yin's fist, more precisely, it hit the silver ring on Feng Yin's fingertips, the ash annihilation.

"What, Feng Yin still hides his strength?!"

The blood sword exploded on the spot, and in everyone's sight, the unsupported Feng Yin instantly became violent, shattering the blood sword with one punch, and then the power of the counterattack was transmitted to Wang Zhiyong, and the sword swung by the blood sword also slashed at Feng Yin's body, and the two people flew out at the same time.

Although the sword is sharp, it is far inferior to the blood sword itself, not to mention that the blood sword exploded, but even so, Feng Yin almost died, a huge blood cut appeared in his chest, slanting from the umbilicus to the chest, Sen Sen's bones could be faintly seen, and the blood lingering at the wound was faintly trembling, and it was suppressed by the absolute control of the trace body in an instant.

At the same time, Wang Zhiyong's hands are not light, not to mention the backlash caused by the explosion of the two blood swords, just the power of the countershock is enough for him to drink a pot, and what is even more terrifying is that a wisp of gray silver light touched his body, Wang Zhiyong's realm of the second heaven is shaky, and there is a downward trend, which scares Wang Zhiyong a lot, and temporarily dispelles the idea of close combat.

Airplanes!

The void trembled, and a quaint and even somewhat old bowl appeared above Wang Zhiyong's head, the mouth of the bowl hung upside down, and wisps of chaotic light fell from the mouth of the bowl, which was extremely mysterious.

At the moment when this old bowl appeared, this space instantly became different, the top of the entire Baiduan Mountain emitted the sound of landslides and tsunamis, the wind was fierce, and the sand and rocks were flying here, and the heaven and earth were filled with a mysterious and vast power.

"Last resort...... Are you finally going to fight me completely? ”

Feng Yin's eyes narrowed, the soft light of his palm flashed, and a woman's hairpin appeared in the palm of his hand.

Quasi-psychic holy weapon - Mei Xianchai.

"Pity?! I'll kill you!!! ”

The moment he saw that immortal hairpin, Wang Zhiyong became completely crazy.

(End of chapter)