"Huh?!" The bone spirit's eyes suddenly widened, the Dark Bone Warrior summoned by his Bone Body was known as King Kong Immortal, and no one had ever been able to damage this Dark Bone Warrior in the past, but now he watched the warrior's fist being pierced by the sword light.

"Great Demon Swallow!" The bone spirit was shocked, and finally knew that Han Ming was not an ordinary person, his hands were sealed, and he roared again, and his vitality rolled over, and it was in front of him that a great demon phantom gradually condensed.

The big demon looked hideous, opened its black bloody mouth, and swallowed it in the direction of Han Ming.

Han Ming only felt that most of the vitality and vitality of his body had been lost in this bite, and it was visible to the naked eye that his vitality and vitality turned into a golden liquid and headed towards the mouth of the big demon.

This kind of secret technique really surprised Han Ming, but he didn't panic in the slightest, but calmly spread his hands into a circle, and then the black lightning flashed on his hands, gathering and merging.

Syllable!

In the dense flickering of black lightning, a black hole that devoured everything gradually took shape.

"Vientiane Devouring!!" Han Ming stared at the bone spirit with cold eyes, and shouted in a cold tone.

Call!

As soon as the black hole that evolved from the Vientiane Devouring took shape, it erupted with a powerful and incomparable suction, pulling back the vitality of Han Ming's vitality that had been sucked away by the Great Demon, and then it actually began to drag the Great Demon Phantom in front of the bone spirit.

The Great Demon Phantom of the Bone Spirit only lasted less than three breaths before it was swallowed by the black hole that was swallowed by Vientiane.

It's just that the vitality to maintain the black hole is really expanding, and after Han Ming absorbed the Great Demon Phantom of the bone spirit, he wiped out the black hole, and part of the energy devoured by the black hole was naturally fed back to Han Ming, which made Han Ming, who felt a little weak, alive again.

"You!!" This scene once again made the bone spirit flush with anger, he squinted at Han Ming, but the corners of his mouth suddenly lifted, his hands were raised above his head, and he shook it towards the void, and the same was true of the huge warrior phantom outside his body, and his hands were raised high towards the void.

Goo-goo!

The space that was held by his hands was actually a roar like an angry beast, and a trace of the charm of mastering the Great Dao passed out from the hands of the bone spirit, Han Ming watched with the Five Transformations Spiritual Sense, and was shocked, only to see that the Dao rhyme in the surrounding void continued to converge in his hand, and slowly condensed into a short blade that emitted a faint fluorescence.

The short blade carried a hint of the momentum of slaughtering the king, which made Han Ming shiver involuntarily, and there was a faint premonition in his heart that he was about to fall.

"Hmph!" Han Ming's eyebrows pressed fiercely, his heart snorted coldly, he held the sword in both hands, and stepped on the soles of his feet at an extremely mysterious angle, the surrounding heaven and earth essence resonated with the sword intent in his body, followed by Han Ming without the slightest hesitation, and the soles of his feet followed and stepped out again.

At this time, the bone spirit's eyes were surging with murderous intent, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but when he saw the huge sword array stretched out under Han Ming's feet, his face was dark again, and he took turns to fight the hole cards, and the bone spirit was already extremely afraid of Han Ming, and now seeing that Han Ming still wanted to fight with him, his heart panicked, and he roared with a hideous roar: "Heavenly Thorn!"

Rumble!

A thunderbolt exploded, and I saw the Dao rhyme between the bone spirit's hands explode, and a fluorescent shimmering short blade roared out and stabbed straight towards Han Ming.

Call!

Han Ming's eyes flashed with determination, he took a long breath, the fourth step fell fiercely, his fingers caressed the sword body, and the blood-colored flames burned all over the sword body, his eyes stared at the bone spirit, and his voice was as sharp as a sword: "Kill the king!"

A blood-colored sword flame burst through the air, and the short blade struck in mid-air, the two energies collided, without making any sound, but froze in mid-air and devoured each other, flickering with trembling energy fluctuations.

"Give it to me!!" The bone spirit's eyes widened, his face turned pale, and his hands slapped out the short blade of Yuan Qi blessing one after another, which slowly overwhelmed the blood-colored sword flame.

And Han Ming's situation at the moment is not much different from that of the Bone Spirit, he himself only has the strength of a seventh-order battle male, and with a sword slash, the sea of qi is more than half empty, his forehead and sideburns are all dripping with hot sweat, and his breath is also extremely disordered.

But he knew that now was the decisive juncture, and he couldn't be careless, but if he competed with the bone spirit for the vitality reserves, he was far from it, so he gritted his teeth fiercely and stepped on the pace of the nine-step Heaven Slayer Sword again.

"Hahahaha, although I don't know which holy body you are, but if you encounter my bone spirit, you are unlucky, and the seventh-order battle male also wants to fight me head-on, so let's cultivate for a few more years below!" The bone spirit saw that he urged the short blade to press the blood-colored sword flame back again and again, and even increased his strength to continuously input a large amount of vitality into the short blade, and wanted to crush Han Ming to death with a level advantage.

Although he had never won such a narrow victory in his bone spirit's battle record, the enemy he faced this time was the True Holy Body, and fortunately, Han Mingcai was only a seventh-order battle male, otherwise the power of the True Holy Body would have been exerted, and there would be no doubt that he would be overwhelmed.

After an instant, the bone spirit laughed again, and it was as if someone was stuck in his throat, and he stared at Han Ming, who was holding the long sword again, with wide eyes, and exclaimed: "You are special!"

Han Ming's eyes were golden and he stared at the bone spirit, he smiled, and the blood flame burned on the long sword, "Kill the king!!"

With a roar like spring thunder, a blood-colored sword flame flew into the air and fused with the previous blood-colored sword flame, and the two sword flames merged into one and instantly smashed the rhyme short blade into countless pieces.

"Hold!!" the bone spirit turned pale and let out a long cry of horror, his arms crossed in front of him, and the Bone Warrior on his body also crossed his hands in front of him, ready to resist the blood-colored sword flames that slashed at him.

Rumble!

After the sword flame containing the power of the slashing king shattered the Dao Yun short blade, the power was reduced by half, and after slashing the Dark Bone Warrior, it barely smashed the huge Dark Bone Warrior, but it did not hurt the bone spirit that was guarded by the Dark Bone Warrior.

After seeing the blood-colored sword flame completely disappear, the bone spirit breathed a long sigh of relief with a pale face, but at this moment, a flash of light shot towards him.

The bone spirit was weak, and he didn't have time to dodge, and he happened to be shot in the chest by this flash of light.

Rumble!

The bone spirit looked down and saw that it was a long arrow that condensed his vitality and hit his chest, although it did not break through his body protection vitality and holy body thunder, but the huge impact still made him take four steps back in a row, vomiting blood.

At this time, Han Ming pulled the dragon bow like a full moon, the bow body was bright, his blood was flowing like a roar, the surface of his body was entangled with green electricity, the green tendons on his forehead were bursting up, the muscles of his arms were tense, and he shot ten times in an instant.

Ten air arrows bombarded the bone spirit with the majestic momentum of shooting the true dragon, and each air arrow could make the bone spirit retreat again and again, bending over and vomiting blood.

And after Han Ming shot ten times in a row, he bent his bow and shot arrows again, and with a bang, the killing intent rumbled.