The bones of Moribai's hands are like saplings growing out of the soil, and the eerie aura fills this space.

Li Ling felt that the goosebumps all over his body stood up, his face twitched constantly, and he jumped up and down to avoid the white hand bones that spread out of the ground.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Li Ling's right foot was weak, and he almost fell to the ground, and a white hand bone pierced his calf like a nail.

The pain was so clear that it seemed like countless ants were biting.

Cold sweat broke out on Li Ling's forehead, his right hand stretched out suddenly, grabbed the white hand bone, and immediately folded it violently, "Disconnect it for me!"

"Click!"

The bones of this white hand were vulnerable and broke in response.

"Hell yes!"

Li Ling threw away the broken Sen Bai hand bone, looked at his calf, but couldn't see a single wound.

"Lu Bu, quickly think of a way for me!" Li Ling's eyes flashed with solemnity, this hellish Demon God Domain Field was too evil.

"Lord, Rong Mo will think about it!" Lu Bu was also extremely anxious.

Outside, Aoki Motohiro's pores erupted all over his body, and wisps of red blood continued to pour into the deer cutting sword, making the demonic brilliance overflowing from the deer cutting sword even more brilliant.

With a hideous expression, he looked at Li Ling, who was standing not far away, and said in a cruel voice: "Li Ling, I said that it will definitely be you who will die, not me." ”

His steps were heavy, as if he was carrying two mountains on his shoulders, and Aoki Motohiro held the deer-cutting sword that flowed with demonic brilliance, step by step, slowly walking towards Li Ling.

In the distance, Zhao Junru's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with shock.

"Not good!"

Looking at Aoki Motohiro's hideous face, holding a sharp deer cutting sword, and walking slowly towards Li Ling, Zhao Junru's face changed.

"Whew!"

Kicking the ground with his right foot, Zhao Junru turned into an afterimage and shot towards Aoki Motohiro in the distance.

"Little devil, stop me!"

"Boom!"

The sound was loud, like a muffled thunder.

Although Zhao Junru's face was pale, his momentum was like a rainbow, and with every step he took, the ground under his feet would crack.

The figure is dreamy, as if it will change shape.

In just ten breaths, Zhao Junru rushed to Aoki Motohiro ten meters away.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Suddenly, Zhao Junru's chest rose and fell violently, and a mouthful of red blood gushed out of his mouth.

"The gap is really big!" Zhao Junru had a bitter look on his face.

Aoki didn't make a move, he was shaken by the chaotic earth's magnetic field nearby, and his internal injuries were serious.

The afterglow swept Zhao Junru ten meters away, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Aoki Motohiro's mouth, "A half-step grandmaster dares to meddle in the battle between grandmasters and powerhouses, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!"

"If you were in your heyday, I, Zhao Junru, wouldn't even have a chance to escape, but do you still have the strength to kill me now?"

Zhao Junru's eyes were full of raging flames of war, looking at Aoki Motohiro who was holding a deer cutting sword, the true qi in his body was tumbling, the pores of his body were erupting, and wisps of true qi gushed out.

"Buzz!"

Within a radius of tens of meters, the earth's magnetic field is chaotic.

As Zhao Junru's true qi gushed out, the chaotic earth's magnetic field seemed to be stirred, rolling up waves of violent ripples.

Aoki Benhao's face froze, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, staring at Zhao Junru who was full of true anger, "When I kill Li Ling, I will kill you again!"

At this moment, Aoki Motohiro really didn't have the strength to make a move on Zhao Junru, otherwise, how could he let Zhao Junru come to him.

Now, his biggest purpose is to kill Li Ling.

Li Ling gave him too much of a threat.

"You don't have a chance to kill me!"

Zhao Junru's face flashed with a cold murderous intent, his eyes spurted with fierce light, his hands formed fists, and he moved slowly.

"Huh?"

Aoki Motohiro raised his eyebrows and watched Zhao Junru swing his fist under the chaotic earth's magnetic field.

"Lost Fist?"

Zhao Junru's figure is like a dream, as if between the virtual and the real, and the fist is like water, stirring up waves of ripples.

"I don't know what is dead or alive!" Aoki Motohiro's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the afterglow swept away Li Ling, who was stiff, his body turned slightly, and the deer cutting sword in his hand stabbed at Zhao Junru who was performing the Lost Trace Fist.

The sharp energy, like a sharp blade, made Zhao Junru's expression stiffen, looking at Aoki Motohiro who turned around and walked towards him, Zhao Junru's heart trembled.

No matter how you say it, Aoki Motohiro is a strong grandmaster, and under normal circumstances, he can't even block Aoki Motohiro's blow.

"Dutong, wake up quickly!!"

His eyes swept over Li Ling, who was stiff, and a look of despair appeared in Zhao Junru's eyes.

A wave of energy firmly locked on Zhao Junru, and even if he wanted to escape now, it was too late.

"All !!"

Zhao Junru's eyes were about to split, his face was bruised, and he looked at Aoki Motohiro, who was close at hand and sneered.

"It's useless for you to call God now!" Aoki Motohiro's voice was cold, and his breath was like substance, gushing out from his body, pressing Zhao Junru's whole body stiff and his skin cold.

"I, Zhao Junru, am I going to die?"

Zhao Junru was cold, looking at his right hand raised high, like an eagle's claw, slowly buckled towards his Heavenly Spirit Cover Aoki Benhao.

"Even if I die, I'll bite off a piece of your flesh!"

The five fingers are sharp, like eagle claws, sharp and vigorous, making Zhao Junru's scalp tingle.

A look of madness appeared on his face, and a roar sounded in Zhao Junru's body, and the violent true qi rolled and spewed out from his pores.

Just when Zhao Junru turned his whole body and was about to fight with Aoki Motohiro, his expression suddenly froze, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

"Oops!"

Seeing Zhao Junru's excited expression, Aoki Motohiro's face changed greatly, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"Could it be that he has broken the Demon God Domain Field again?" Aoki Motohiro's heart trembled, this time, he had fought half his life and activated the Demon God Domain Field with all his might. If Li Ling could still escape, he really wouldn't have any power to resist.

"Buzz!"

Wisps of soft light centered on Li Ling and rippled in all directions.

The demonic brilliance formed by the Demon God Domain Field is like ice and snow encountering the sun, constantly melting.

"What's going on?"

Aoki Motohiro's expression changed drastically, looking at the pitch-black deer cutting sword in his hand, his right hand tingled, as if he was holding it on a red-hot piece of iron.

"Bang!!"

In just a few seconds, Aoki Motohiro couldn't stand it, and as soon as his right hand was released, the pitch-black deer cutting sword fell to the ground, and a puff of white smoke rose from his right hand, and the palm of his hand was strangely rotten.

At the moment when the deer cutting sword left the palm of his hand, Aoki Motohiro's strength instantly increased, and he was bent on controlling the deer cutting sword just now, so it was difficult to move.

Turning around suddenly, Aoki Motohiro looked at Li Ling not far behind him.

"W-what the hell is this?"

Aoki Motohiro's expression was dull, and he looked at Li Ling holding a black and terrifying oil lamp in his hand.