Spouting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, the drunken sword fairy looked at the fat man standing in the air, his eyes were gloomy, and he slowly pulled out the rusty long sword from his back: "You are worthy of my shot." ”

The fat man stood on a high place and looked down at the drunken sword immortal: "How old are you!"

For a while, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the anger of both sides was rising.

The Drunken Sword Immortal threw out his gourd again, and instilled his own immortal power into it, and for a while, an even greater suction power burst out from the gourd.

In Iwaki, the souls of the combat power below the ninth level turned into a river of souls and poured into this gourd.

The tenth-level combat power was also affected by this gourd, and their souls were shocked for a while, so they could only sit down and appease their souls.

"Now you have ten minutes to overcome me, or their souls will be mine. The Drunken Sword Immortal shouted at the fat man in the air.

The fat man's expression was serious, and it would be too exaggerated to be able to clear Iwaki's high-level combat power in ten minutes. But in this Iwaki City, there is his sister, his wife, and his friends, so no matter whether what this drunken sword fairy said is true or not, he can't take risks.

Clenched the Sumeru in his hand, the fat on the fat man's face tightened, and the big belly united into a large plate muscle.

In an instant, the two collided in the air, and the air waves were choppy, destroying the surrounding buildings.

"I won't let you get away with it. The fat man gritted his teeth and squeezed out all the strength of his body.

But the Drunken Sword Immortal was different, after the collision, he chose to retreat, and at the same time, the rusty sword in his hand seemed to flip at will, and the fat man Sumeru passively followed his mind.

The fat man was unpredictable, and was guided by this exquisite sword move, and planted a dog to eat.

It is true that in terms of pure strength, the fat man has an advantage, but in terms of the subtlety of the moves, the fat man's straightforward, unpolished moves are no different from a child's play in the eyes of the drunken sword fairy.

And for this kind of reckless man, the demeanor of the drunken sword fairy once again returned to the original appearance of being drunk but not drunk, as if he was not awake.

The rusty sword in his hand swayed even more, as if he was also drunk, sometimes swaying left and right, sometimes swinging up and down.

But this erratic sword technique left dozens of wounds on the fat man's body in just ten seconds.

As the wound appeared, streams of turquoise blood flowed out of it, as if stained with patina.

The fat man's face was also difficult to look at, and he could feel that after this wound was created, a special world power began to drill into his body along his bloodline, wantonly destroying the muscles and veins in his body.

Fortunately, the power of the gluttonous world can devour all things, and it is completely possible to form a confrontation with this force in the fat man's body, otherwise the fat man will definitely die of pain.

But when the power of the gluttonous world confronts this power, it needs to call on most of the power of the world controlled by the fat man, so that the power of the world used to fight is obviously insufficient.

In particular, the Drunken Sword Immortal always unleashed strange moves to contain the fat man, making the fat man's situation even more difficult.

After a while, there were more than a dozen wounds on the fat man's body, and the power of the gluttonous world used to resist erosion was inevitably a little difficult to resist.

The fat man was ruthless in his heart, and simply withdrew all the power of the gluttonous world and completely instilled it into the Sumeru in his hands.

"Have you given up resistance?" Drunken Sword Immortal felt the breath on the fat man's body, and said gloomily.

"Let you feel the strength of the fat master today!" the fat man said, and green marks began to appear on his body, which was the erosion of the power of the world of the Drunken Sword Immortal, and without the resistance of the power of the gluttonous world, its speed accelerated.

"It's up to you. The Drunken Sword Immortal sneered disdainfully, although the demigod level has reached the qualification to let him use the sword, but don't forget that even if it is the same level, there is a difference between high and low.

The fat man's demigod level was obviously just promoted, how could his proficiency compete with the Drunken Sword Immortal, a demigod who had been a demigod for thousands of years?

The fat man didn't care about the ridicule of the drunken sword immortal, he closed his eyes and devoted himself to the control of Sumeru. Even the erosion of the body by the strange power of the world was thrown aside.

"I'll see how you hit me. The Drunken Sword Immortal said, and the figure began to become illusory, dozens of shadows were distributed around the fat man, and each of them exuded the breath of the Drunken Sword Immortal, not to mention the naked eye, even the demigod-level perception could not distinguish it clearly.

The fat man calmed down, and for a while, the fat on his body was rapidly consumed, turning into energy and pouring into the Sumeru in his hand, and the surging power made the ancient patterns on the Sumeru ring flash with golden light.

Seeing that the time was about to come, the fat man's eyes suddenly opened, and the golden light shone through.

The final blow, heaven and earth in one pot!

In an instant, there was only one frying pan left between heaven and earth, and even if the Drunken Sword Immortal relied on his own body to separate more than ten different figures, it was difficult to escape from the scope of this pot.

With a bang, the pot slapped down heavily, destroying the mountains and rivers, and shocking the world.

Under the pressure of this pot, the earth collapsed on a large scale and turned into large rocks and fell.

Those who resisted the suction of the gourd in Iwaki also rolled into the ditch, and were affected, and suffered a lot of injuries, but they did not have to worry about their lives.

Because when the fat man sent this blow, he only locked on the Drunken Sword Immortal, but how many figures were there, all of them were lifted in the pot!

And when he used this trick, the fat man paid a great price, his body was completely eroded by green, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

And with all his strength instilled into this blow, he is now not even worthy of the name of a fat man, and it can even be said that his body shape at this time is the opposite of a fat man.

Skinny and skinny is the truest portrayal of a fat man at this moment.

"Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming. Flying out of the ravine, Huang Ling hurriedly ran towards the fat man, looking at the fat man's green and skinny body, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

He ...... He's dead...... "The fat man is so weak now that he has to gasp several times even to say a word.

Huang Ling looked in the direction of the Drunken Sword Immortal, and she only saw half of the rusty sword.

This rusty sword was the weapon of the Drunken Sword Immortal, and it was now shattered.

"Xiao Ming, you defeated him, you defeated him!" Huang Ling said distressedly to the fat man.

A trace of wrinkles appeared on the fat man's thin face: "Ahem, this time...... I am...... No...... Exceed...... Xiaoyu ......"

"You have to be better than Lan Yu, better than him. Huang Ling tightly held the fat man's dry hand that showed his joints, and pressed it against her face, she felt that the fat man's life was passing rapidly.

The fat man wanted to raise his palm and wipe away the tears from the corners of Huang Ling's eyes, but he couldn't lift his hand, which was so thin that only bones remained.

"You're too early to rejoice!" Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the voice of gloom and compassion sounded again, and at the same time, a gourd flew up in the air again, and the suction of the soul exploded again.

Huang Ling couldn't defend himself, and his soul was directly pulled out of his body and fell into the gourd.

The fat man tried to stop him, but he couldn't exert his strength at all, and his dry face was even more miserable than dry bones.

"I admit that you are indeed very powerful, but you are not as good as me, not as good as me!" As if crazy, the Drunken Sword Immortal lifted the fat man with one hand and yelled at the fat man madly.

At this moment, the rags on the drunken sword fairy's body were torn in many places, and some places were stained with blood, and the half-rusty sword looked a little funny when he held it in his hand.

But his momentum was still strong, and the fat man's blow just now only broke his weapon.

"I want you to die, give me all death. As if announcing something, the Drunken Sword Immortal roared in the sky, and the gourd hanging upside down in the air erupted with even greater suction.

The souls of all the creatures in this land were guided out by this suction and rushed towards the gourd.

The words "presumptuous!" seemed to come out of thin air, but they were very loud. Immediately after that, a heavy slap was slapped on the face of the drunken sword fairy, and it snapped.

At the same time, the fat man's withered body was held up by an invisible force and gently lowered to the ground.

"It's you...... Is it a small ...... Yu!" The fat man's vitality was reduced to the extreme, and his voice was like a mosquito's chirp.

"I'll get everyone back. Lan Yu's voice came from the space, and at the same time, a huge force was launched around Iwaki.

The floating souls in the space, the dust raised, and the echoes of insolence all stopped at this moment.

Time was frozen in an instant, and at this moment, the fat man's vitality was still a little, and the soul in the air was almost absorbed by the gourd.

"Let's go to another place and decide life and death. A faint tone came out of the space, and the Drunken Sword Immortal was directly pulled into the shattered space by a hand that popped out of the void.

In Iwaki, where time has stood still, only two movable figures remain, Donako and Dandan.

And the purpose of their stay is to wait for Lan Yu to return.

In the void where any energy did not exist, Lan Yu was standing behind the Drunken Sword Immortal, one of his hands grasping the Drunken Sword Immortal's shoulder.

The Drunken Sword Immortal was dragged here by force, and his heart was full of horror.

The oppression of the power of the void around him made him feel that the energy in his body had completely dissipated, leaving only this body that could be used without restrictions.

With a vertical jump, the Drunken Sword Immortal jumped away from Lan Yu's side, and picked up the broken rusty sword with both hands, staring at Lan Yu vigilantly.

He saw it, Lan Yu, who he hadn't seen for a year, had no breath on his body at the moment, and he couldn't feel any power.

"How is it possible, why haven't I felt your power?" asked the Drunken Sword Immortal suspiciously.

Lan Yu shook his arm: "It's nothing, I just converted it into the power to save the world." ”

"Save the world, what are you kidding!" the Drunken Sword Fairy sneered, the current earth has reached the point where the oil has run out, and even a god has a headache, let alone a person.

"Isn't it possible? Who knows, I'd better kill you first. Lan Yu clenched his fists and said to the Drunken Sword Immortal.

After the horror just now, the Drunken Sword Immortal is now calm. In his opinion, even if he lost the support of the power of the world in this void land, he still had his body skills, sword moves, and the half of the rusty sword in his hand.

Compared with a hairy boy who has not dried up and has only lived for more than 20 years, he has an absolute advantage: "It's up to you?"

"Then let's try it. Lan Yu said, and the Shura inheritance emerged from him.

A peerless nether is the shadow of Shura, turning into the shadow of Lan Yu.

Twin Daoist is the mask of Shura, covering Lan Yu's face.

The Sansheng Rakshasa is the emblem of Shura and is worn on Lan Yu's chest.

The four-step level is Shura's support, wrapped around Lan Yu's feet.

The Five Qi Dynasty Yuan is Shura's oath, and the trap is on Lan Yu's finger.

The six-winged fallen sky is Shura's cloak, which grows behind Lan Yu.

The Seven Extremes Floating Slaughter is Shura's weapon, which is in Lan Yu's hands.

The blood pupils of the eight directions are Shura's eyes, which are distributed around Lan Yu.

The Nine Heavenly Ques are the guardians of Shura, protecting the surroundings of Lan Yu.

The Ten Halls of Yama are the outfits of Shura, wrapped around Lan Yu's waist.

At this moment, Lan Yu is Shura.

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