In the fierce wind pressure, the blood-colored iron fist like a meteor hammer dragged the iron chain in the space of the transit hall, carrying out intensive attacks that were constantly intertwined. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhou Xian couldn't stop for a moment, and every time he reversed his side steps and Z-shaped movements, he was a god-level completion, which really revealed the high-level level of displacement skills.

But no matter how effective dodging is, it is not the same as attacking.

Zhou Xian has released the divine beast for the fifth time, but the attack power of the blood-colored iron fist is too terrifying, just rely on the iron chain that pulls the iron fist to twist, and then the flying iron fist catches up with it and "bang" twice, and the summoned divine beast is directly hammered into pieces.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Xian's eyelids couldn't help but jump a few times - this kind of physical attack power, once he was hit twice, he would basically hang up without suspense.

Squinting his eyes at Martin Luther King, Zhou Xian found that the small meat wings on the back of this little thing were fanning at a high frequency like a hummingbird, and the speed of flight was like a black lightning, constantly harassing Ming Shengzu's side back and forth.

"Is this something you've kept? Hahaha! Ming Shengzu laughed for a while and said: "Little ant-like things, they dare to go around me, it's really a long life!" Heavenly Nightmare, clean up that little thing for me! ”

"Woohoo!"

Although the Heavenly Ghost Nightmare is afraid of Zhou Xian, he is full of confidence in Martin Luther King, Jr., a little guy who doesn't look like a lethal guy no matter how he looks at it, as an opponent.

With a roar, the Celestial Nightmare immediately fluttered to its feet, intending to skewer Martin Luther King Jr. to his blade-like claws with a single claw.

Martin Luther King, Jr. has grown a little since he devoured ten god-level weapons, and his fleshy wings have grown a little and can fly in the air for a while.

But the meat wings are immature after all, and it still needs to land on the ground from time to time to rest the meat wings, and rely on the four-legged power to lightning to dodge.

The Heavenly Ghost Nightmare is not low in combat wisdom, and every time he waits for the moment when Martin Luther King is about to land, he begins to pounce, and at the same time spews dead air from his mouth to limit Martin Luther King's direction of movement, causing Martin Luther King to encounter danger several times.

"Woohoo!"

This time, the Heavenly Nightmare saw the timing and almost accurately predicted the landing of Martin Luther King. It lunged with all its might, and its claws nearly touched the swarthy little creature with its claws.

"Stupid!"

Ming Shengzu shouted loudly, making the Heavenly Ghost Nightmare seem to faintly feel a hint of crisis. When it turned its head, it saw that two golden dragons were roaring!

Because the Heavenly Ghost Nightmare was attacking with all its might, there was no room to turn around when his body was in the air, and he was directly penetrated by those two golden dragons!

Golden flames erupted from all over the Heavenly Ghost Nightmare's body, and in the blink of an eye, it was as if all the blood in his body was boiling, and his shriveled body smashed straight on the stone slab on the ground.

It turned out that Zhou Xian and Martin Luther King Jr. could communicate ideas, and with the tacit cooperation between the two, they finally created an instant opportunity for Zhou Xian to kill with one blow.

However, after this attack, Zhou Xian had to concentrate on dealing with the pursuit of Ming Shengzu's terrifying blood-colored iron fist, and he had no time to deal with other things.

Martin Luther King Jr. licked his lips, rubbed a pair of small front paws against each other, and then his body flew like black lightning all the way over a distance of ten meters, landing accurately on the head of the corpse of the nightmare that day.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

I don't know what this little thing thought, but I saw the yellow and clear light on its claws flash, and then it pressed the head of the Heavenly Ghost Nightmare.

The yellow light was like something solid, and when it broke away from Martin Luther King's little claws, it turned into a multitude of tiny hooks.

With the press of its little claws, the small hooks that turned into light disappeared into the head of the Heavenly Nightmare, and then paused for a moment, and then suddenly lifted upward, as if dragging some heavy object.

Gradually, a gray cloud of mist, firmly hooked by the countless golden light hooks, was pulled out of the head of the corpse of the Heavenly Ghost Nightmare.

Martin Luther King Jr. cheered, and then opened his mouth to spit out a more intense orange-yellow air mass, which immediately enveloped the gray-white and wriggling air mass.

In the transparent orange-yellow air mass, the gray-white air mass began to wriggle wildly and rush in all directions as if it had been locked in a completely sealed cage.

Ming Shengzu controlled the blood-colored iron fist to constantly pursue Zhou Xian, and from time to time he smashed a big hole in the ground with a "bang". But he couldn't help but turn his eyes to Martin Luther King, Jr., and happened to see this very strange scene.

"Demon Clan's Secret Method, Ten Thousand Souls Golden Hook!" Even Ming Shengzu, who had seen many strong winds and waves, and even dared to calculate other people's dragon slaying teams, couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw this scene: "Damn boy, where did you pick up this thing, you can actually cast this kind of soul-seducing forbidden demon clan secret method!" ”

After Martin Luther King Jr. finished performing the strange demon secret method just now, he obviously showed a tired look.

It grimaced at Ming Shengzu's teeth, and then said in a sharp voice, "Forbidden Demon Clan Secret Method? I'm sorry, but at my time, this secret method was not a taboo. The only ones that really belong to the forbidden secret methods are those three holy laws that may cause the division and collapse of this world continent. As for this Golden Hook of Ten Thousand Souls...... You, a human who has failed to demonize on your own initiative, can actually know it, and it can be regarded as knowledgeable, which is a bit impressive to me. ”

At this moment, Ming Shengzu couldn't help but be surprised, but gasped!

His eyes glanced at Martin Luther King, Jr., and then at the weapon in Zhou Xian's hand, and then suddenly realized: "Damn, apart from the harvest of slaying dragons, what other chance do you have for this damn boy?" Isn't that thing in your hand a weapon used by the legendary Great Sage of the Demon Clan? Golden Sword...... With the Demon Clan's secret text, it can also summon the long sword of the golden dragon shadow...... Isn't it the Dark Butterfly Great Sage's Ugin Tiankui Sword? ”

"There can be no mistake! Later generations of craftsmen have studied for hundreds of years, hoping to imitate the pinnacle achievements of the demon craftsmen of the year - the holy soldiers of the demon clan. However, because some rare materials have disappeared from the world, those ancient demon clan refining secret methods have been lost for an unknown number of years, and in the end, only some derivative defective products were born...... The long sword equipment of the dragon pattern sword series is an imitation of this Ugin Tiankui sword! It may seem badly damaged, but I can't be mistaken! ”

Ming Shengzu was almost crazy, and when he kept urging the blood-colored iron fist, he was almost crazy and shouted: "This damn little thing is not an ant at all, but the instrument spirit of the legendary holy soldier!" This is the sword spirit of the Ugin Tiankui Sword! Damn, it's too tyrannical, such a holy soldier should fall into the hands of a top craftsman like me in order to regain its former supreme power! ”

After speaking, Ming Shengzu's eyes fell on Martin Luther King, Jr., and said to it in a deep voice: "Little guy, is it useless for you to follow his farts with this kind of!" I am a high-level craftsman at the pinnacle, and I may cross the barrier at any time and become a god-level craftsman! Follow me, and I can manage to repair the Ugin Celestial Sword! ”

As soon as Ming Shengzu said this, Zhou Xian himself had a sense of crisis - this Ming Shengzu was the top among the current craftsmen, and he could even make the kind of terrifying weapon with the world-destroying divine technique.

When it comes to who is more likely to repair the Ugin Tiankui Sword compared to himself, Zhou Xian feels that the answer will definitely not be himself.

Nervously glancing at Martin Luther King, Zhou Xian found that this little animal made a grimace at Ming Shengzu again, and then called out in his mouth: "You monster who failed to demonize, you still want to get involved with the holy soldiers of the Great Sage of the Demon Clan?" But you really dare to think about you, do your spring and autumn dreams! Master, take this thing. This is the Heavenly Ghost Nightmare Soul extracted by my Demon Clan's secret method, which you can use to instantly increase your combat power! ”

Martin Luther King seemed to have no strength to fly, and directly threw the orange-yellow air mass in his hand towards Zhou Xian.

Zhou Xian comprehended, and immediately dodged the flying iron fist in a few consecutive backwards, and reached out to grab the orange-yellow air mass.

"Quack, quack! Do you think I only have my right hand to move? ”

Ming Shengzu laughed fiercely, then shook his left wrist, and the left fist also flew out with blood light!

If Zhou Xian wanted to pounce on it again at this moment to catch the soul of that ghost nightmare, he would inevitably collide with Ming Shengzu's left fist.

Being hit like this, Zhou Xian estimated that he was going to hang up on the spot, so he had to use the side-stepping technique to shift the center of gravity of his body, and then avoided it diagonally, and instead grabbed Martin Luther King, who was lying on the ground, and stuffed it into his arms.

"The soul forcibly detained with the Demon Clan's secret method Ten Thousand Souls Golden Hook, a good thing!" Ming Shengzu's left hand that flew out grabbed the orange-yellow air mass, and then hooked the iron chain, and his left hand flew back and reattached it to the wrist of his extracorporeal puppet.

Ming Shengzu grabbed the air mass with his left hand, and the crazy laughter continued, and after a while, he yelled fiercely: "Without this thing, I see how you can turn out the palm of my hand!" It just so happens that this puppet technique is almost activated by the soul of a high-level demon thing, and now it's cheap for me, hahahaha! ”

Ming Shengzu squeezed his left hand fiercely, and then in an instant, a large amount of blood light came out from the palm of his hand, wrapping the gray-white mist in the orange-yellow air mass that had been pinched apart, and then dispersed it into countless qi filaments, and every trace of it was sucked into the gap between the blood-colored parts.

"Huhu...... What a comfortable feeling! ”

As those qi filaments disappeared into the gaps in the parts, the puppet parts that wrapped Ming Shengzu began to gradually appear with many fine demon patterns.

At the joints of some joints, you can even see a lot of dark red muscles growing out wildly, making this big guy look like it is no longer a patchwork of various metals, but a kind of life qi that is gradually growing with blood!

"This puppet is going to evolve into a demonized puppet! I really didn't expect that there would be such an unexpected gain! Ming Shengzu shouted happily: "The demonized puppet is several times more powerful than the mechanism puppet, this time, you are dead!" (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )