Chapter Ninety-Three: A Strike of Hope

"Son, prepare!" If everyone is looking forward to this victory, then Yun Gang is the only pessimist, he is also a demon and already feels a different aura, and all he has to do is to leave behind. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Yun Gang and Yun Ye faced each other with their palms, and a deep black hole suddenly appeared in front of them, and opening the Rashon Gate at this time was more like preparing for escape.

"What are you going to do?" Feng Lingzi has always rejected the demons, and seeing the other party's actions at this time, he is naturally a little dissatisfied.

Yun Gang explained: "Situ Liang can't just end up like this, now you pour all your strength into the black hole, and when the time comes, I will use Rashomon to blast this power at the other party, maybe there will be a chance of victory!" ”

Feng Lingzi was silent for a moment, obviously he couldn't judge the truth of the other party's words, and the group behind him didn't stand up.

"I believe in you!" At the critical time, Mu Xin'er stood up, although she was a woman, she was the actual manager of Zen Buddhism, and with her judgment of the situation, she also thought that this was the best way.

As Mu Xin'er poured her spiritual power into the black hole, the major Ming Kings of Zen Buddhism, Xu Qing, and Yixin all poured their own power into the black hole.

Although the major forces have come to encircle and suppress Situ Liang, they also have their own ghosts, they are for selfish interests, not righteousness, so they believe in their hearts that Zuo Tianyi's blow has killed Situ Liang, rather than gambling everything on unknown possibilities.

But the reality is always cruel, the clouds and mist have not completely dispersed, but the figure inside has gradually appeared, and Situ Liang, who has a hideous face, looks at it with a vicious gaze, and under his feet, Situ Liang is already dead and can no longer die.

"Pleasantly surprised, but please continue!" Situ Liang had already treated all this as a game, he was the predetermined winner, and he wanted to enjoy the process of victory even more now.

"Don't hesitate!" At this time, Xuanyuan Han also made a decision, taking the lead in pouring his spiritual power into the black hole, and the clansmen behind him did the same.

Since Situ Liang is the master, he naturally knows the purpose of these people, and he is more willing to accept the challenge, but his patience has long been exhausted with this established victory, so he will not wait.

"Smack!" As Situ Liang raised his right hand and grabbed it, the body of a Holy Spirit Realm powerhouse who was originally standing in the Dao Sect burst directly, and without the slightest struggle, he died.

At this time, the allies began to become flustered, such an opponent, where could they deal with it, so they hurriedly scattered and fled, but at this moment, there were several crackling sounds, and strong people died one after another.

"From now on, death to those who flee!" Situ spoke up, and his words were more like providence.

The panicked crowd suddenly quieted down, no one dared to run away, and Qi Qi looked over nervously, afraid that he would be the next to die.

However, Situ Liang then said: "Everyone, don't stand there stupidly, I'm here, from now on I will kill one person every three times, so if you don't make a move, then don't blame me for being rude!" ”

At this time, everyone had no way out, and other forces such as the Snow Mountain Sect and the Dao Sect also began to inject strength into the black hole, and they knew in their hearts that it was better to fight hard than to die.

The power of the black hole is constantly increasing, but Situ Liang is not idle, I saw him leisurely counting the numbers, every three times a strong man died, and in just a moment, dozens of strong people in the Holy Spirit Realm died.

However, Situ Liang's killing is also regular, according to the moment when each force kills one person one by one, after the fall of Zen Buddhism's Fudo Ming King, Gu Tian, and Feng Xiao Ming King one after another, another round of killing is approaching.

"Come on, let's hold on a little longer," the number of people decreased again, and the power absorbed by Yun Gang also tended to be saturated.

"One!"

"Two!"

Everyone listened to Situ Liang's counting, as if death was urging him, and this time the mortal person had already fallen on the body of Zen Buddhism.

"I'll go!" At a critical time, Feng Lingzi stood up, after receiving many dead Holy Spirit Realm powerhouses, he didn't want Zhou Fan's relatives to have any damage, and as a brother, he had already stood up resolutely, the Wind Wheel Sword was drawn, and the whole person rushed towards Situ Liang.

"Yes, it deserves to be commended!" Situ Liang pointed out, and before the Wind Spirit Ziren arrived, his body exploded and fell, but as his natal sword, the holy artifact Wind Wheel Sword still hit directly.

While! After Qin Han, Situ Liang was blocked by the opponent's attack for the first time, and the Wind Wheel Sword shone brightly and swirled above his head, forming a stalemate.

"I heard that after death, a powerful power will be released as resentment arises, and it seems that it is true," Situ Liang showed a satisfied smile, as if he felt that this game had brought him some surprise.

However, surprises are only surprises, they can only exist for a moment, and as the rotation of the Wind Wheel Sword becomes slower and slower, the light of the sword body is no longer there, and it falls straight to the ground.

"Yes, Zen people can live a little longer because of you," Situ Liang kicked the Wind Wheel Sword away, and he suddenly turned to say, "Aren't you ready?" I'm getting a little impatient. ”

As the master of the middle world, how could he hide everything from Situ Liang, I saw him say indifferently: "Is it the last hopeful blow?" Or a desperate blow, I really want to know! ”

"Then you can try!" Yun Gang's black hole has already gathered everyone to attack, and it can be said that this is the strongest and last force in the entire Middle World.

Situ Liang naturally knows the horror of this power, but he is a thrill-seeking person, he likes to kill, and he prefers to play with people's hearts and see the desperate appearance of his opponent.

Suddenly, a black hole appeared half a zhang behind Situ Liang, which was the other side of Yun Gang's release of Rashomon, and the blow that everyone had accumulated was about to be shot out from here.

"Have you really figured it out?" Situ Liang naturally knew that he saw Yun Gang's intentions, but he smiled and said: "Now I am the master of the middle world, with the body of the world, if I die, the middle world will collapse in an instant, and it will be destroyed in one fell swoop, and you will still die!" ”

"What?" Yun Gang's Rashomon stopped instantly, and the other party's words obviously made his mind flutter, and it wasn't just him, the eyes of the others were completely full of despair at this moment.

"Yun Gang, shoot!" At this moment, Mu Xin'er, who was still a woman, stood up, "I can open Xiao Fan's sword shrine, and if the Middle World is destroyed at that time, everyone can hide in it for a while, I believe that as long as Xiao Fan does not die, there will be hope for everyone's future." ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" If you don't make a move, you can only wait for death, although Mu Xin'er's words can't be guaranteed, but it is also hope, Yun Gang has made a decision, and naturally knows how to choose, the other side of Rashomon opened again, and then a destructive force came out.

Situ Liang naturally felt the violent power coming from behind him, but he didn't turn around to block it, because he suddenly heard Mu Xin'er mention Zhou Fan just now, and it was precisely because of this reminder that he reacted, as the master of the middle world, he had long lost any sense of Zhou Fan.