Wang Shuo was lying on the ground, his posture was a little more comfortable, but the pain was still unbearable, and blood foamed from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

The afterimage squatted indifferently beside Wang Shuo, reached out and began to untie Wang Shuo's robe and correct the bones.

"Nothing? ”

Kuhai said coldly, "You are cultivating the exercises of the Dao lineage, shouldn't it be the current Dao Sect?"

"Yes and no. ”

The trainer swung his halberd, and in an instant, endless flames surged around him.

The Nine Kills Venerable looked at the trainer with cold eyes, and the hand holding the ancient sword moved lightly.

The trainer said coldly: "The grievances between us and each other, let's go back and talk about it." Today, this thing is killing the saint. ”

Kill the saint!

This in itself is simply impossible.

"Kill the saint?"

Kuhai Wu laughed to himself, and a dodge appeared on the upper left of the trainer, and his right fist fell on the head.

The trainer's body was wrong, the battle halberd flames surged, and quickly blocked it, and the moment they collided, the flames turned into thousands of threads, directly binding the bitter sea.

The bitter sea was violently organized, and the flame chain was suddenly shattered, and at this time, the Qiankun seal fell, directly flapping out a few heels smashed by the bitter sea.

The trainer took a step back, frowning slightly, the tiger's mouth in his right hand cracked, and blood dripped into the flames, and he was injured with just a single blow.

Holy, that's holy.

It is the supreme existence, and it is a super strong person that countless people can only look up to.

If you want to kill a strong person of this level, it will always take more than courage.

Wang Shuo gritted his teeth and held on, although the afterimage's technique did not care about the victim's thoughts, it was very fast and accurate.

Wang Shuo turned his head sideways, and when he saw the two people fighting together, his eyes couldn't help but dim.

All common sense, all experience, is unrealistic.

When dealing with the last 'saint', no matter how powerful the artifact you are, and no matter how rich your combat experience is, it's all decoration.

The little flying dragon climbed to Wang Shuo's side, and the fracture began to atomize, and then joined together.

Wang Shuo pursed his lips and reached out to grab the little flying dragon's body, allowing it to absorb the power of his soul.

Ahead, the flames turned into waves and exploded.

Kuhai showed extremely terrifying strength, even if he was injured before, but now it seems that his body is intact.

The trainer wielded his halberd and cooperated with the Qiankun Qi Seal to fight wildly with the bitter sea.

Wang Shuo didn't dare to breathe hard, his gaze kept falling on the field, and only the words that the Ancestor of Nothing had said to him appeared in his heart.

A demi-saint who can fight against a saint with an artifact in his hand.

If this is reversed, it is ......

It is not impossible for a saint to fight a demi-saint with an artifact, besides, the practitioner is not a demi-saint, he is at most the peak of the Great Heavenly Venerable, a strong man who peeks at the threshold of the demi-saint.

The slightest gap, in this realm, is often fatal.

The most important thing is that this is not the strength of the bitter sea in its heyday.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a golden bell enveloped the trainer.

Kuhai stepped to the side of the Admiralty and slammed his fist on the Admiralty, and the sound was earth-shattering. Qiankun quickly rescued with a gas seal, wanting to suppress the bitter sea.

But its power has already been divided into three, how can it easily do that?

The Admiralty shattered, and the trainer took a few steps back, and the blood from the shock of his ears and nose flowed for a long time.

Kuhai waved his hand, and directly slapped the Qiankun Qi Seal out with one palm, and at the same time, he exerted it in one step, and the speed was even impossible for the trainer to avoid.

Kuhai clenched his fist and smashed it into the trainer's left shoulder.

The trainer brought up a flame and fell out again, and the moment he stood up, his left arm drooped, and blood overflowed.

Left arm, directly broken!

Wang Shuo's heart is tense, can't he even crack the sky?

"Fire Tiger!"

The trainer turned sideways, and the halberd slashed forward with swiftness.

"Roar!"

A huge and incomparably large fire tiger appeared, biting the bitter sea in one bite and crashing into the broken mountain thousands of kilometers away.

"Firefall!"

The trainer rose into the air, and the halberd was held high.

In an instant, the fire clouds above flowed, and huge meteorites fell, smashing madly into the area where the sea of bitterness was located.

Nine Kills Zun frowned slightly, this battle ......

It was they who lost.

This bitter sea was in the old era, and it was also a strong master.

Qiankun's air seal was magnified ten million times, and it fell immediately after the meteorite.

"Bang!"

The broken mountain exploded, and the entire area sank dozens of meters.

The moment the dust and mist dissipated, a figure flew by, punching the trainer through the stomach.

The flames around the trainer erupted, forcibly repairing themselves.

"Ahh

The bitter sea roared, "It's really unpleasant." ”

Above the bald head, there was blood all over it.

The halberd in the trainer's hand pierced into the ground, and he himself stood straight with the help of this power.

As soon as the remnant's body moved, the trainer shouted coldly: "Don't make a move, you are optimistic about Wang Shuo." ”

The afterimage's eyes flickered, and he retreated.

A black shadow suddenly appeared behind the trainer, and Sword Tu smirked, "Boss, why don't you die first?"

Before the words fell, the black sword slashed directly at the back of the trainer's neck.

The trainer snorted coldly, and the battle halberd was directly drawn on Sword Tu's body at an incredible angle.

Jian Tu Ji sneered, his cheeks twitched, and it hurt badly.

The Nine Kills fell to the ground, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand.

With every step she took, part of the earth collapsed.

The cultivator's expression was complicated, "Nine Kills, does it have to be like this?"

Nine Kills didn't answer, she was just moving forward.

Every step is very firm, every step is very terrifying, Wang Shuo thought that her previous killing intent was strong enough, but now it seems that the previous killing intent is a little inferior.

The span of each step didn't seem like much, but by the seventh step, she was already near the trainer.

The trainer gripped his halberd and sighed.

Kuhai's eyes narrowed slightly, his fists were quietly clenched, and he looked at the Nine Kills Zun coldly.

"Bang!"

The eighth step of the Nine Killing Venerables fell, and at this moment, Wang Shuo saw it.

The killing intent rushed upwards like a heat wave, and everyone felt a terrifying coercion, and the dust on the ground trembled violently.

Nine Kills Zun raises his feet, this is the ninth step.

Whether it is to deal with the sea of bitterness or the practitioner, no one can know.

The ninth step is down.

Wang Shuo only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he lost all his senses.

At the same time, two dazzling balls of fire rushed towards the sea of suffering.

The sword, unsheathed.

Unsheathed in a state of deathly silence, Wang Shuo felt his heartbeat stop at that moment.

Can't see, can't hear......

In the darkness, there seemed to be a cold light.

When Wang Shuo regained his senses, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

There was a bloody hole in the stomach of the Nine Killing Zun, which was caused by the fist, and the ancient sword was still in the hand of the Nine Killing Zun, but it was already soaked in blood.

From the left shoulder to the right rib, a hideous and terrifying wound appeared in the sea of bitterness.