"Boy, don't do this senseless struggle anymore, my soul-chasing sword, you can't solve it, you should die with peace of mind, so that you will suffer less pain. The Netherworld Saint Son sneered at Duan Ling Feng. The Soul Chasing Sword is his natal magic weapon, and it is very difficult to commemorate, and there is a yin to evil spirit, and it is impossible to eliminate it, of course, thunder warriors are still able to, but this thunder warrior can be said to be as rare as a rarity.

The power of thunder can sweep away evil, and this soul-chasing soul-snatching sword is the most yin and evil, and I am most afraid of this thunder power. This is also one of the killer features of the Netherworld Holy Son, and he has put a lot of effort into refining this soul-chasing sword. At this moment, when he used it on Ling Feng's body, he felt that it was worth it.

It's just that he feels a little aggrieved, this soul-chasing life-killing sword is a one-time magic weapon, it is one of his killer weapons, if he uses the soul-chasing life-killing sword, even the martial artist of the Champion Realm will have the opportunity to hit it hard, or even kill it, but now it is actually used to deal with Duan Lingfeng, a martial artist of the infant transformation realm, which makes him feel very aggrieved.

This soul-chasing life-killing sword is a small black sword, once it is shot into Duan Ling Feng's body, it will turn into black gas, corrode the wound, and then chase the soul and kill him, as long as it drags on for another moment or three, then the Great Luo Immortal will come, and he will not be able to save this Ling Feng.

"Are the disciples of Netherworld Mountain so despicable and shameless. Zheng Yunfeng also felt the abnormality of his body, he used various methods, but he couldn't stop the deterioration of the wound, he now actually had a feeling of weakness and powerlessness, and he couldn't lift his energy, which was very bad.

"Despicable, how to be despicable, the king is defeated and the king is defeated, and the history books are written by the victors. The Nether Son sneered.

"If you want to blame it, blame you for not offending my Netherworld Mountain, offending my Netherworld Mountain, you only have one way to die. ”

"Kill, kill him for me. Duan Lingfeng shouted, even if it was death, he would have to carry it immediately. Today, this Netherworld Holy Son must die, only when this Netherworld Holy Son dies can he eliminate the hatred in his heart, but he didn't expect to be plotted by this guy.

Under Duan Lingfeng's order, the four Poor Strange Puppets were killing towards the Netherworld Holy Son.

And at this moment, the Netherworld Saint Son naturally would not go head-to-head with this poor puppet, because he knew that as long as he waited for his Soul Chasing Sword to kill Duan Ling Feng, this poor puppet would become an ownerless thing, and then this poor puppet would become his trophy, and now all he had to do was to delay the time, and when Duan Lingfeng died violently, then it would be the time for him to harvest.

When the four poor puppets were chasing and killing the Netherworld Holy Son, Duan Ling Feng also discovered the abnormality of his body, if he allowed the black yin evil qi to spread in his body, then he would definitely be hit hard.

"This black evil qi is like a maggot attached to the bone and bursting out in my body, and I must find a way to expel this evil qi. Duan Lingfeng saw that the poor puppet chasing and killing the Netherworld Holy Son would not be effective in a short period of time, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

"Will this evil power be afraid of this thunder power? Ling Feng used the power of the flames to try to get rid of the black yin and evil qi in his body, but he found that the effect was very slow, so slow that it was outrageously slow. He wanted to use the power of thunder to give it a try, because he had cultivated the thunder god's thunder nine heavens, and he believed that with the domineering power of thunder, he would definitely be able to expel these evil powers.

As soon as Duan Lingfeng's words fell, his mind moved, and immediately the power of thunder came out from the film and television space, like fried beans, crackling and exploding in his body, and immediately those black evil powers converged towards the small black sword at the wound as if they had met a nemesis, because they felt the danger, this thunder power could destroy them, if they didn't run, they could only be destroyed.

"It worked. Feeling the abnormality of his body, Duan Lingfeng was overjoyed, it was the Soul Chasing Sword of the Netherworld Holy Son, and he couldn't help him.

In fact, Duan Lingfeng, how did he know that he had the strongest berserk upgrade system, and these tricks of the plotters could not threaten him at all.

"This Netherworld Mountain is really not a good thing. To commemorate such an evil magic weapon, how much filth and evil yin qi does this have to make. Duan Lingfeng continued to use the power of thunder and the small black sword of emptiness, and it was not until the kung fu of the tea that he purified this black power of yin and evil.

"Damn, what's going on? My Soul Chasing Death Sword should be able to kill this Ling Feng, why is this guy still like a living dragon. "The Netherworld Saint Son was chased and killed by the poor puppet, at this moment he was scarred, all kinds of brands in his hands had been used, it didn't think of these, Qi Qi came back to be more and more courageous, and it was not as he imagined, as long as this Ling Feng was killed.

Then these poor puppets will not attack him, when he came back, he saw that this Ling Feng was not killed by his Soul Chasing Sword, he was still alive and well, this poor puppet, under the control of the other party, was even more vigorous and domineering.

"Thunderbolt. ”

Seeing that the Netherworld Holy Son actually appeared in his sight, Duan Lingfeng was full of fire, it was a loud thunderclap, and the thunder falling technique in the nine heavens was unleashed, and immediately a huge thunderball was slashed towards the Netherworld Holy Son.

"The power of thunder, damn it, how can you control the power of thunder. Seeing the thunder falling technique that fell out of thin air, this Netherworld Saint Son changed color, he never dreamed that this Ling Feng would actually control the power of thunder.

Duan Lingfeng had mastered the power of thunder, so its Soul Chasing Life-Killing Sword could not threaten Duan Lingfeng, and everything that had been deployed before was empty, but instead it was Duan Lingfeng's Dao and was severely injured by his poor puppet. Now he just wants to dodge, this lightning falling technique can't do it, this lightning falling technique has a fatal restraint power for his Netherworld Mountain's exercises.

"Die. ”

Duan Lingfeng didn't think that one of his would be able to kill the Netherworld Saint Son after surgery. He continued to use the lightning falling technique, and with the power of thunder, he smashed into this Netherworld Holy Son.

For a while, there was a roaring roar that continued to sound, and above the head of the Netherworld Holy Son, the power of thunder continued to fall, and the poor puppet also cooperated with Duan Lingfeng to launch a ferocious offensive, after a wave of thunderous power explosions, the Netherworld Holy Son fell into a huge deep pit, and when the last thunder power fell, the Netherworld Holy Son's body exploded. Then a cold system prompt sounded in Duan Lingfeng's mind, indicating that the Netherworld Saint Son had been killed by Duan Lingfeng.

The generation of the Holy Son of the Netherworld Mountain, the Holy Son of the Netherworld was bombarded into slag by Duan Lingfeng in this way.

(End of chapter)