Wind, invisible. When it is brushed, the tips of Ye Yunfeng's hair are blown up. There was a look of horror in his eyes, and his gaze was wandering, extremely fast, just in the blink of an eye. There was already a state of dizziness in his mind, Ye Yunfeng gritted his teeth and suddenly clenched his hands.

The body suddenly burst out with a force, and when it roared, Ye Yunfeng was pleasantly surprised to find that he could control this body again. Suddenly, a feeling of dizziness surged in, Ye Yunfeng's eyes darkened, and his consciousness turned into nothingness in an instant.

"Hehe, go to sleep, wait for you to wake up again. The southern heavens will tremble for you. The young man in black smiled, and when he looked at Ye Yunfeng, there was a strange look in his eyes, there was resentment, gratitude, and more emotion.

The young man in black, his figure flickered, and he took one step at a time. The right hand clenched his fist violently and blasted out at Lao Bayi. Suddenly, there was a roar in the body, and the power of cultivation erupted wildly. It turned into a faint layer of mist outside the body, and when it moved, it actually affected a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

Potential, the most mysterious force between heaven and earth, it is the embodiment of will. It can also be said to be the resonance of heaven and earth and the soul of the monk, and when the young man in black raised his hand and punched out at this moment, it turned into a momentum. It was filled with a tyrannical and deep aura, and when it roared, it slammed towards the old eight.

Suddenly, Lao Ba's expression changed, and he looked at the sudden trend. His fists were clenched, and he let out a monstrous roar, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, turning into a blood mist. The eighth raised his hand, pinched the trick, and played a legal decision.

A fierce buzz resounded, and a blood-colored rune condensed out of the void, and it was Lao Bayi's own blood that turned into power, urging the rune to vibrate with the power of cultivation in his body.

When he roared, Lao Ba's eyes showed a cruel look and he looked at the young man in black. He laughed and shouted. "No matter who you are, even if you gather momentum, under my blow, no one in the Nantian Continent can take it down. ”

"Can't you take it?" the young man in black sneered, his figure flashed, and he took one step at a time. The pitcher stretched out, turned into a knife and slashed away. "Well, then, I'll show you, ignorant ant. ”

His expression was cold, his eyes showed monstrous killing intent, for Ye Yunfeng, although the young man in black hated it in his heart, he couldn't do anything about it, because of the existence of that person, he was always monitoring here. Even if the young man in black only had a trace of murderous intent towards Ye Yunfeng, then what greeted him was endless darkness, as well as the pain of eternal life, and the tribulation of life that was worse than death.

However, the eighth is here, but the young man in black is not so accurate, after being resurrected by the mysterious young man in green clothes. After being forcibly planted with the seed of contract in the soul of the young man in green clothes, the young man in black was still filled with monstrous killing intent in his heart.

In normal times, if Ye Yunfeng was not in crisis, he would not be able to show up. I can't vent the anger in my heart with my own strength, but at this moment. When the eighth child might kill Ye Yunfeng, the young man in black knew that his opportunity had come.

At this moment, as long as this matter is handled well, then with the understanding of Ye Yunfeng by the young man in black, he will no longer have to hide in that endless darkness in the future, and he will no longer have to endure the darkness that makes people desperate.

Suddenly, the black-clothed young man raised his head to the sky and roared, raised his hand and swung out a fierce palm. A roar of qi surged out of the body of the young man in black, and when it erupted. blended into the general trend, turned into a monstrous force, and strangled away with a roar.

The blood-colored runes roared, and there were terrible howls from within them, women, children, and endless beast souls.

Lao Ba's expression changed, and a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth had not been wiped away, but his eyes showed a hideous look. When you raise your hand, the cultivation in your body roars.

"Soul Dao Break!"

Suddenly, Lao Ba shouted, raised his hand and waved, and pointed out. Immediately, an invisible wave dispersed, centered on Lao Ba, and spread in all directions. When it roared, it resonated with the blood-colored rune.

"Dao Technique Wind Rises!" Suddenly, in the roar of the eighth child, the young man in black turned around, his eyes showed a terrifying momentum, and he coldly spit out four words in his mouth, and when he raised his hand, he turned the momentum in the sky into a giant palm and rushed away.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, but it was no longer a caressing, but a whistling. With an earth-shattering roar, the void was twisted and roared. The giant palm descended, erupted with monstrous power, and grabbed the eighth child.

"Broken!"

Seeing the giant palm, Lao Ba's eyes were already showing madness, and his hands were faster, drawing out the afterimage of the Dao, pinching the trick. Suddenly pointed out, and shouted loudly. The body swelled in an instant, and when the flesh and blood were twisted, endless blood mist splattered.

"Boom!"

The monstrous loud noise, roaring heaven and earth, shaking the world at this moment, the Nantian Continent is screaming. The black-clothed youth's general attack, and the blood talisman attack of the eighth child, collided violently at this moment. Instantly, silently.

Time seemed to stand still, and the world suddenly lost its color at this moment, and a wave of fluctuations dispersed. The ripples that turned black rippled, and suddenly time passed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth of the fierce black-clothed young man. The body suddenly flew upside down, and the black robe turned into strips of broken cloth.

With a pale face, the young man in black had no scruples about the body that had been exposed. It's just that there is a ruthless light in his eyes, and the figure pauses. One step again, stepping through the void in an instant, came.

actually appeared directly in front of the eighth man less than a meter away, raising his hand. In the frightened gaze of the old eight, the fingertips were like the sharpest blades, and they fiercely cut the throat of the old eight. Blood splattered, like an epiphany, in an instant.

Suddenly, a sense of desolation permeated, and the old eight had blank eyes and covered his neck. Blood spilled from the tips of the old eight's fingers, and when he looked at the young man in black, he actually showed a smile. A weak voice said. "Sue me your name, at least let me know at whose hands I died. ”

The voice was intermittent, but the young man in black heard it clearly. A weird smile was revealed, and a faint smile was given. Road. "The one who killed you, the Demon General, Shadow!"

"Poof!"

Blood spurted out of Lao Ba's mouth, with a breath of death. When he fell to the ground, a smile appeared on Lao Ba's face.

Death, perhaps, is terrible. There are many people who say that the longer you live, the more afraid you are of death. But in this world, there is another kind of people. They are not afraid of death, they live to find death. And, the eighth child, is such a person.

That's why Shadow told him his name, which was a sign of respect for a pure warrior, and although they were enemies, the eighth was dead at the moment. So everything has dissipated, and Shadow did it just to preserve the last dignity of being a warrior.

Suddenly silent, the eighth child looked coldly at the corpse of the eighth child who fell to the ground, for a long time. The shadow raised his hand, and with a wave of it, the corpse of the eighth child floated into the void. A finger pointed out, and a large crater was blasted into the ground. waved his hand, put the corpse of the eighth child into it, showed a different color in his shadow eyes, bent down, and bowed deeply. Immediately, he raised his hand again and pointed at the blasted land back to the cage and buried the body of the old eight.