The beast let out a roar of pain, and in the blink of an eye its form was swallowed up by the black light.

Immediately afterward, its entire body was covered in black ice crystals.

Everyone could vaguely see it struggling in the ice crystals, as if it was about to break through the ice.

Duanmu Ming's face was slightly pale, and he looked at the dying beast with sneer.

A black mist surged into his hand again, and with a cold snort, the ice crystals wrapped around the beast shattered instantly.

But this fierce beast did not shatter with the ice crystals like those things before, but the scale armor that covered it shattered, and the huge body was cut by black ice crystals, and the stinking blood gushed out from those dense wounds.

The yellow dirt beneath its feet was instantly stained red with blood, and the man it watched in horror was panting heavily, and its limbs were unconsciously retreating.

Duanmu Ming raised his right hand, and an ordinary sword appeared in his hand, but after he held this sword, it made people feel that his momentum was a lot stronger.

The blade of the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and as he advanced, the blade collided with the rocks on the ground, and all the rubble that touched the tip of the sword became shattered.

The shattered dust did not dissipate, but clung to the surface of the sword.

"This claw hurt my Xi'er, right?"

His voice was hoarse, and behind this hoarseness was a vague sense of weakness.

Allowing this beast to be seriously injured had drained all the spiritual power in his body, and now only the strong willpower that supported him was the strong willpower.

He can't fall yet, he wants to avenge his family Xi'er, and he also wants to scare off those who are watching the battle from the sidelines.

His pace was still unhurried, making it seem that he was still at ease after seriously injuring a fierce beast of the Emperor Realm.

He reached the beast, raised his right arm, and the sword, covered in gravel, fell on the claws of the scales.

"Roar"

The huge claw was easily cut off by the sword in his hand.

The faces of the people around him were full of shock, what kind of strength is this? They may not be able to look up.

Duanmu Ming ignored the fierce beasts rolling in front of him, coldly glanced at those who were only a hundred meters away from Jun Qianxi, and drank: "Get out!" ”

At this time, they had already been frightened by Duanmu Ming, and none of them dared to release their divine sense.

If any of them had the courage to scan it with their divine sense, I am afraid that they would have already discovered that the man standing there was already at the end of his crossbow, and he now felt that it was difficult to even raise the sword in his hand again.

After he snorted coldly, who else dared to linger for a moment, and disappeared in place in a hurry.

After Duanmu Ming and the others made sure that those people were gone, his body collapsed unsupportively.

The tumbling beast sensed this and stopped in pain.

It looked at the man who fell to the ground, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty murderous intent, and it stood up with three claws to support it, but it couldn't balance at all, and it fell to the ground after a few steps.

If it can't walk, it crawls forward, and must beat the man who cut off its forelimbs into meat sauce.

The fierce beast's attention was focused on Duanmu Ming's body, and it didn't notice a snow-white figure rolling to the side.

It carefully picked up the sword that Duanmu Ming had dropped aside, and quickly jumped on top of the beast's head.