[Chapter 188: Blood Dance Demon Knife!]

Laughing weirdly, a silver-white **long** sword also appeared in Wang Feng's palm, staring at Shen Dao with indifferent eyes, and the terrifying aura vibrated with oil, as if this was a **golden armor god of war standing!

This spear was not originally a spiritual treasure, but in the Void Tower of the Suppression of Gods, it was irrigated by spiritual power, even if it was not a spiritual treasure, the combined power was comparable to an ordinary level and high spiritual treasure!

"Dragon Demon Lost Soul Slash!"

Shen Dao's eyes were blood-red and hideous, and a cold ** loomed on his distorted face, and under the terrifying aura in the ******, the rolling blood** wrapped his body**, and the terrifying killing intent came out directly.

The blood ** wrapped around his body**, and at the same time, it also covered the bloody ** knife in his hand, and the terrifying aura spread in the air, which caused the air to make a sneering and corrosive sound.

"Damn, although the most convenient **** for me is the spear, but I don't know marksmanship!" Wang Feng muttered, the silver-white **spear bullet** in his hand, and the **white** breath in his hand also completely enveloped the spear, forming a **white**javelin, and the cold breath spread out from Wang Feng's body.

At this time, behind him was also gradually revealing those bloody ancient celestial phenomena, fifty ancient celestial phenomena floating above the head of this Wang Feng, and the fierce blood qi immediately **** out, swirling in the > of the Magnificent Dining Curtain

Between heaven and earth, the sea of blood is in a group, countless Shura kings stand in the blood pool, there is no trace of emotion in their indifferent eyes, in this pool, there are beautiful flowers, and the blood that rushes to the sky brews them, beautiful and can be **.

These are Blood Bries!

"It's a terrible celestial phenomenon, but alas, they're all decorations!"

Looking at those ancient celestial phenomena, Shen Dao said with a sarcastic smile, but the big knife in his hand was unconsciously tightened, and those elephants in the sky seemed to be able to exude a more ferocious aura than this big knife.

"Furnishings can sometimes scare people to death!"

Wang Feng sneered, waved his palm, and the ancient celestial phenomena between the voids suddenly turned into blood light, pouring into his arm, and the power of the spear he held became even greater.

"Let's give it a try!"

Shen Dao smiled wildly, the big knife in his hand swept over layers of thrilling blood shadows, and the fierce aura was raised to the extreme by him in an instant, and under the display of powerful power, the space had a feeling of being torn apart.

With this bloody knife in hand, he was even more confident!

"Give it a try!"

Wang Feng shouted, the silver-white spear stretched out directly, straight and explosive, and his steps were slightly curved, but it gave people a very fierce sense of bullet, and at the moment when he was playing, it was like a black shadow, and there was a huge force to support him.

The two figures crossed a wonderful arc between the void, like two black fighters, and they had a deep hatred for each other, and they would not give up if they did not destroy the enemy!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

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Each other, their mental power is highly concentrated, their eyes are constantly looking for each other's flaws in each other's attacks and defenses, and the terrifying power is focused on the weapon without any reservations.

Wang Feng's spear swept up, attacking Shen Dao's lower plate with a little sharp oppressive force, and when it passed between his legs, the bloody knife suddenly drooped and fiercely pressed against the spear.

Suppressed by this blood knife, Wang Feng directly **** all his strength, and when he was raised, he was a little bit behind his body, even if he used too much force, all the power was still shrouded in Shen Dao's body.

"Ding!

The violent friction between the metals sparked a little spark, and with the strong force, the blood knife was pried open, and the position of the tip of the spear quickly stabbed between Shen Dao's eyebrows, and the speed was quite rapid.

Shen Daoshen panicked, and the blood knife moved to his face without the slightest hesitation, and he was bound to use the power of the blood knife to resist the sweeping spear, and his movements were already a little flustered.

"Sneer......"

Again, the spear drooped fiercely, being resisted by the blood knife, and a huge sound of friction sounded, and when the spear slid down to the tail, it suddenly turned its head and hit the empty block that Shen Dao had vacated.

It can be seen that Wang Feng's current attacks, guns and guns are aimed at the vital point of Shen Dao, Shen Dao must be mentally tense and defensive, and it is not easy to turn the tables around.

"Brute!"

Shen Dao scolded, turned his hand and slashed the bloody knife towards the spear that stabbed at him, wanting to take this good opportunity of the spear to turn aside, so as to turn over.

"It's you who waits for you to get out of the way!"

Wang Feng sneered, the power in his hand had reached his limit, all of them were filled with spears, if he was pushed away like this, then he would have no face to live in this world anymore.

"Ding Ding ......"

After all, the blood knife was still on the spear, and the joy on Shen Dao's face had not yet been revealed, and above his face, it first showed a kind of stunned**, in his feeling, the spear was like an optimus pillar, which could not be shaken!

When his bloody knife slammed into the spear, there was a trembling sensation from the latter's body that made his palms a little numb, and then a sharp pain filled his whole body.

"Ahh......hh

Shen Dao's arm was stabbed by Wang Feng's spear, but he was also clever, and he didn't suffer much damage with the bloody knife.

"Bastard, you've pissed me off completely. Blood Dance Demon Knife!"

The distance that was originally very close to Wang Feng was suddenly stretched to seven or eight meters, Shen Dao's eyes were blood-red, and the long knife in his hand was held in a strange posture, his eyes were staring at Wang Feng tightly, and a ** killing intent with a fishy smell rushed towards Wang Feng.

"That's ...... Shen Dao's famous stunt, Blood Dance Demon Knife?"

Song Jingtian squinted his eyes slightly, under his spicy gaze, Shen Dao's fritters were also completely looked at without any mistakes, so he knew this famous stunt within the first time.

"Blood Dance Demon Knife, Heaven and Earth Rotate, Martial to Blood Rain, Moving Like a Demon Knife!" Ye Han sat beside Song Jingtian, slowly repeating the description of this martial arts by the people in the Black Seal City.

Wang Feng looked at the movements of the Shen Dao indifferently, the corners of his mouth slowly set off a touch of indifferent arc, and in the middle of his body, there was a terrifying taste of old loneliness.

After this smell came out, a ball of **gold** stuff gushed out of his body**, condensed in the void, and quickly formed a terrifying gold**fist shadow, and finally gradually condensed.

"Erhe breaks mountains and rivers!"

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