Chapter 142: Killing the Soul Clan Fighting Saint (Second Update)

"Buzz ......"

The heavens and the earth hummed, the void shattered, the brilliant silver light tore through the sky, and within a thousand zhang range, it was as if the sky had collapsed, and the mountains under the feet of the two had already been destroyed by the energy, and they were full of devastation.

The cold gaze of the old man of the soul clan swept over Chen Xiaoming, and the shattered Void Devouring Flame was taken back, and with a flash in his hand, a dark red ghost-headed giant axe appeared, and in an instant, the old man's eyes were scarlet, and the anger was monstrous.

Stepping on the void, in a flash, the old man had already come to Chen Xiaoming's approach, and the bright silver light shrouded him, but before he could get closer, he was forced back by the red-blooded evil qi.

"You're strong, but I can't let you go."

The cold words came out, and the old man of the soul clan didn't say more, his figure flashed, and appeared on top of the huge figure, and the ghost-headed giant axe in his hand like a giant axe solidified by blood slashed down violently, and a huge blood-colored axe of nearly a thousand zhang suddenly swept across the sky.

The sharp axe slashed through the void, and a series of pitch-black cracks about a hundred zhang long appeared between heaven and earth, and the evil qi that penetrated the sky condensed on the axe, destroying everything.

Chen Xiaoming, who was in his huge body, his eyes lit up, his hand moved slightly, and the huge phantom moved with it, the silver light flashed on the silver spear in his hand, and nine golden dragon patterns were engraved on it.

A little chill comes first, and then the gun goes in and out of the hole!

The void shattered, the space was opened by its hole, and the silver spear passed through the spatial wormhole, and the latter was placed first, directly on the axe.

"Bang!"

The terrifying power erupted, the silver spear shook slightly, and the space behind him was like a mirror, and a little under Chen Xiaoming's feet, when the void was disillusioned, it had already disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already beside the old man, and the silver spear slashed across the sky, flowing through the clouds, as if painting, and stabbed at the vital point of the old man's skull.

"Slash!"

The handle of the axe in his hand rotated, the ghost head giant axe turned around, and the axe slashed out again, the void shattered, and the huge evil qi condensed on it, almost turning into substance, like a monster that had drunk blood.

"Boom."

The terrifying power impacted, and the blood-colored evil qi on the ghost head giant axe erupted, and the evil qi was extremely corrosive, and almost in the blink of an eye, it was contaminated with the silver spear.

The spear was drenched in blood, as if it was full of bruises, which made Chen Xiaoming frown.

The brilliant silver light in the body exploded, the power of space was triggered, and his hand trembled slightly, but it was in his hand

The spear spun rapidly.

To evaluate the gunnery, whether the gun is long or short is one thing, and the other side is to see how the gun is used.

As the saying goes, I'm short, but I spin.

cough cough cough, Chen Xiaoming said this darkly, at this moment, he used the spear technique with one hand, and the power of space exploded, strangling the surrounding void, and the blood-colored evil qi was dispelled by the power of space in an instant.

"Hmph."

The old man of the soul clan snorted coldly, and the giant axe in his hand continued to slash out, and one after another blood-colored axes flew out, and in the blink of an eye, the old man slashed out hundreds of axes in a row.

The majestic bloody aura between heaven and earth was permeated, the blue sky seemed to be dyed red by it, and a rich evil aura came to his face, and the silver light diffused by Chen Xiaoming was compressed back into his body.

The silver spear in his hand continued to be lit out, and spatial wormholes were formed, and the void around Chen Xiaoming was shattered by it, as if a vacuum had been formed, resisting the attack of the old man's axe.

The way of the old man of the soul clan is very simple, that is, to consume Chen Xiaoming.

Although Chen Xiaoming's gun is strong, it is not strong enough and not durable enough!

Compared with a person like him, who has experienced a hundred battles and experienced vicissitudes, he is too immature.

What if a one-star Douzun can fight a saint, the fighting energy in his body is like a vast ocean, endless, the old man doesn't believe that a Douzun can consume more energy than himself.

Chen Xiaoming, who was in the bright silver light, frowned at this moment, but he guessed the old man's plan, although there was a system, he was not afraid, but he was not ready to spend it with the old man anymore.

I know his strengths, but he doesn't know his depths.

The corners of Chen Xiaoming's mouth showed a hint of a smile, perhaps, he could operate a wave.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

There was a constant battle between heaven and earth, and the silver light in Chen Xiaoming's body was constantly consumed, and his huge body was constantly shrinking, as if it was difficult to maintain such a large consumption.

The originally high breath is also showing a hint of decline at this moment.

Seeing such a scene, a sneer appeared on the corner of the soul clan's old man's mouth, and sure enough, as he guessed, such a powerful secret method, the consumption must be amazing.

With the strength of the latter's one-star Douzun, he can't hold on to a long-term battle at all!

There was a fiery look in his eyes, such a powerful secret method, if he could get it, maybe he could compete for the position of the patriarch of the soul clan.

The void swallowing flame gushed out in his body, and when the old man thought of this, his eyes were shining, and for the sake of long nights and dreams, Chen Xiaoming ran away, and directly launched a rapid offensive.

Under the sky in the distance, Xiao Xun'er and the Purple Gold Lion King also noticed Chen Xiaoming's decline, Xiao Xun'er's heart tightened, but she couldn't help but fly away.

"Don't go, danger."

The two strong men of the Dou Sheng, Xiao Xun'er was the one who gave away the head in the past, the Purple Gold Lion King opened his mouth and roared, and as soon as his figure moved, he was ready to stop Xiao Xun'er.

However, under the flickering golden flames of the latter at this moment, his speed increased instantly, passed over his body, and flew into the distance, and the Purple Gold Lion King was stunned for a moment.

The apprentice who hung up also opened up? The Purple Gold Lion King was deeply puzzled.

Not far from the sky

"Ahem, cough, cough ....."

The old man of the soul clan slashed his huge body with an axe, and Chen Xiaoming, who was shrouded in silver light in his body, instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the sky with blood.

"Teacher!"

Xiao Xun'er from afar rushed over, just in time to see the scene of Chen Xiaoming's blood, there were tears in her eyes, for nearly a year, Chen Xiaoming treated her like a father, and she also regarded Chen Xiaoming as her master from the bottom of her heart.

Although there is something very unreliable about this master.

"Don't come, don't come, go quickly."

Chen Xiaoming, who was seriously injured, was anxious in his eyes, but his figure flashed but it was directly blocked in front of Xiao Xun'er, and the old man of the soul clan swung the giant axe in his hand and slashed down with an axe again.

The blood-red axe slashed across the sky and went straight to Chen Xiaoming, and at this moment, Chen Xiaoming was strongly injured and resolutely blocked in front of Xiao Xun'er.

"Poof!"

The axe light slashed, and the bright silver light blocking in front of Chen Xiaoming shattered, and the axe slashed on Chen Xiaoming's body, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a huge gap was split in the abdomen, almost cutting off Chen Xiaoming's waist.

When the terrifying power came, Chen Xiaoming endured it, connecting the dots under his feet, and flying thousands of meters away in the shattered void before he unloaded the power.

Turning his head slightly, looking at Xiao Xun'er with pear blossoms and rain, Chen Xiaoming squeezed out a little smile and spoke intermittently.

"In vain... Child.... Fast.... Walk ....."

"Hahaha, none of you can leave."

Seeing that Chen Xiaoming was seriously injured and his life was in danger, the old man of the Soul Clan laughed loudly, the giant axe was withdrawn, and the breath in his body calmed down, standing beside Chen Xiaoming like a victor.

"Today You Will All ......"

Before he finished speaking, a cold light continued to expand in front of the old man's eyes, and the extremely rich aura of death poured into his heart, and he wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

"Poof."

The cold light pierced into the old man's skull, and the terrifying power of space exploded, instantly killing the old man's vitality and soul, and the expression on his face was still above the previous pride, and at the last moment of his life, the old man only saw Chen Xiaoming, who should have been seriously injured on the side, but he was intact, and his breath returned to its peak.

He only had time to spit out a few words in his mouth, and he died of unwillingness and hatred.

"Grass, hang up!"