At the same time as Chen Ting'er made a move, Mao Xiaosha's attack also came to Wu Liankong's body.

Wu Liankong was quite embarrassed by the will blade that burst out with the sound of shouting and killing, and his face was already black, and it looked even darker for a while.

Seeing that the cat was murderous, rushing to the face, between the staggered blades, it was actually directly taken from his own head, this Heavenly Dao Totem Master who had been practicing in the Martial Arts Divine Kingdom screamed violently, his beard was open, showing a furious posture, and the bones of his body exploded, as if he had exploded into a piece of thunder, the muscles and flesh on his body squirmed, and the dark skin was shiny, as if turning into copper skin.

Roar!

A roar came out, and the qi and blood in Wu Liankong's body skyrocketed, giving people the feeling that they were suddenly boiling and burning.

His self-cultivation is achieved in the martial arts kingdom, inheriting the wind of the martial gods, cultivating is a kind of pure force, the pursuit of survival and killing, dripping battles, since he cultivated the terrain totem division, the combat power has been very terrifying, between the shots, covering the beast division of the same realm, it can be described as a drought opponent.

At that time, he had just returned to the Baolong Wu clan, in a vain attempt to manage a force, nurture divine opportunities, and pursue a higher realm.

For so many years, he has been a Heavenly Dao Totem Master for too long, but unfortunately the divine machine has never appeared after all, making him fall into confusion day by day.

It stands to reason that the wisdom he inherited is indeed able to forge a divine machine, because there is already a martial god as a reference, but it is a pity that he follows the tradition of the martial arts god kingdom and operates meticulously, and for thousands of years, there has been no progress.

On the contrary, I feel more and more that I have a situation of painting a tiger and not becoming an anti-dog.

He had actually realized that there was some kind of problem with his cultivation, but unfortunately, for many years, he had never found a way to make up for it or solve it.

It wasn't until he saw the sudden rise of the Zhou Tian Academy, how brilliant the brilliance of the Great Dao Pearl was, he finally got some inspiration, but unfortunately he knew very well that his time was running out.

He had already given birth to demons.

So, slowly pondering and researching, it must be too late. It is even more impossible to put down your body and come to study at Zhou Tian Academy.

The only solution is to directly use the strong to seize the pearl of the avenue.

That's what he thought in his heart, and that's how the opportunity came, and that's what he did next.

In his heart, what he was most afraid of was Zhou Ming's crazy revenge after seizing the Great Dao Pearl.

However, it was only at this moment that he realized that he was really overthinking.

Because looking at this situation, seizing the pearl of the Great Dao is simply their wishful thinking.

Seeing the crimson twin swords attacking in front of him, Wu Lian was actually a little frustrated in his heart, because he realized that their plan to seize the Great Dao Pearl had been aborted, and suddenly let out a long roar, and an iron rod engraved with various mysterious patterns appeared in his hand.

The iron rod is dark all over, the luster is restrained, and the texture on it is golden, it is an artifact, much more clever than Xia Yuanlong's knife, and not much better than Cao Qingya's divine bow.

Seeing that the attack of the cat Xiaosha was about to come, Wu Liankong's eyes burst out with essence, and the iron rod in his hand roared out, and the momentum of a little martial god was displayed, which was really infinite and amazing.

The blood boiled all over the body when the cat Xiaosha looked at it, and the blood of Shura was running and burning, and he fell into an extreme state of fanaticism.

Qiang

The blade was struck by the iron rod, and the terrifying power struck, and the shocking cat's body fell backwards one after another.

In her heart, an undefeated battle spirit inherited from the Shura clan rose up, and countless ancient paths were running, inspiring a strong force and blessing her.

Yet in the midst of the madness, she didn't fall into that state of chaos.

She benefited from Zhou Ming's guidance and enlightenment, and learned a lot, under the stimulation of such a strong enemy, suddenly, she entered an unprecedented state of fanaticism, and her strength exploded to the extreme, listening to the shouting and killing sound in the rear all day long, she finally broke a certain limit and entered the state of tyrant.

The moment she entered this state, between the operation of the power of the cat, she finally broke the many confinements in the Shura bloodline, completely broke through the restrictions of the race on her, and the concept of Zhou Tian's doctrine was finally able to run the whole body, unimpeded, and penetrate the body and soul.

"Kill!"

At that moment, she was completely infected by the atmosphere of the academy, and between the murderous intent in her heart, she felt an incomparably huge power blessing on her body, making her seem to be incarnated as the king of Shura, the god of Shura.

At this moment, she finally understood the kind of realm that Zhou Ming described to her.

She truly experienced that taste, a taste of incarnation beyond the transcendent realm of Shura.

In the dark, she seemed to see her own way.

This path, which integrates the doctrine of Zhou Tian, is the core in turn, with swords and swords, strength and horizontal, killing machine to make up for it, and death entanglement......

"Let me become the Xing Dao of the Academy, and kill all heretics and anomalies!"

In Mao Xiaosha's heart, an idea rose up, and an incomparably scorching brilliance appeared in his eyes, with a taste of judgment, giving people a sense of death.

Everywhere her eyes fell, she saw the iron rod in Wu Lian's empty hand flying and roaring like a dragon, coming straight to her head, collapsing the space, wrapped in terrifying force, blowing her white hair and dancing wildly.

The body is shaky.

Blade strikes.

Power is unleashed.

The movements of the cat are unprecedentedly precise, the use of strength is unprecedentedly subtle, and the speed is unprecedentedly fast.

She instantly realized the subtlety of the tyrant's state.

The crimson sword light is like a red rose offered by the goddess of death.

Hand it down and get to death!

Boom

The sword light collided, and the iron rod was steadily blocked, and the iron rod that was back against the shock lost control and flipped upward.

Roar

Wu Liankong roared wildly, his footsteps moved violently, and when he fell, it seemed that the space under his feet had substance, and under his feet it became pitch black like ink crystals, and then cracked inch by inch, and the cracks spread, as fast as lightning.

He finally steadied himself and didn't take a step back.

However, at this moment, he saw in front of him the wanton fluttering white hair of Mao Xiaosha, and the indifference in his eyes that surpassed all emotions, the battle stick in his hand, the wisdom of his life, and the strength of his whole body were turned into it, and he couldn't help but shout: "What are you?"

He originally thought that Mao Xiaosha was a Shura bloodliner, but when he looked at it again at this moment, he found that his judgment was actually wrong.

The corpse of Shura, he had seen it in the Martial Divine Kingdom, and even for a long time, in order to hone his killing intent and condense his battle intent, he always accompanied the corpse of that Shura.

He knows Shura too well.

However, at this moment, Mao Xiaosha is beyond his cognition.

He could clearly feel that the cat was going to kill him. But that kind of killing, not because Mao Xiaosha wanted him to die, but because he had to die, as if he had been sentenced to death by some kind of divine supreme, and Mao Xiaosha was only responsible for harvesting his life.

Boom!

The twin knives collided with the war stick again.

On the dark battle stick, the terrifying power was circulating, and every golden divine pattern was lit up.

This stick is almost the most proud stick in Wu Liankong's life.

But when the stick fell, all he felt was pain.

The stick was blocked by the two knives, and his tiger's mouth cracked the moment the stick was blocked. The tear spread all the way to his wrist.

The baton flew out of his hand and roared towards the sky.

Wu Liankong's figure retreated violently, and his eyes were full of horror.

He saw the white hair of the cat dancing wildly in front of him.

The next moment, two crimson sword lights, like the tongue of death, licked past him.

His whole body was directly cut into three pieces from his chest and lower abdomen, blood spilled in the air, screaming miserably, and flying upside down in embarrassment...... 22