Who is the best candidate to fight the space killer?

It's a small point, of course.

Hundreds of monks besieged the silver dragon, and some of them were good at space, but talent is talent, compared to the keen sense of space vision, not to mention the person in front of him, walking all over the starry sky in all directions, I am afraid I can't find a few that can be compared with Xiaobu.

Lingjue can't replace strength, but it's part of strength, the silver-robed young man attacked several times, and Xiao Budian hid and quietly observed, from vague to clear, from clear to predicted, from predicted to being able to capture its movements, and the next thing to do was to set up an ambush.

To tell the truth, under the condition that there are a large number of people available, it is really simple to set up an ambush in the current environment, and Thirteen Lang himself can't participate in the battle, and he can't let Xiao Budian face it alone, so after a little thought, he chose the three axes.

The reason is very simple: at most, they will delay for a while, and in an instant, only they are ruthless and fast enough!

"Splash the wind, kill!"

Three shouts, three sharp axes, Master Shao Lin did not say anything, the most ferocious is still the main task of Luomon, one hundred and eight axes in an instant-twice!

He is a habitat, and his cultivation is a head higher than Shao Lin, but his realm is actually inferior to Shao Lin; he has not broken the robbery level, and he can't split a hundred and nine axes, but he is faster than Shao Lin, as fast as lightning.

Three people, three axes, slashed out of the brilliance endlessly, it was impossible to distinguish at all, and after a while, the three of them fell to the ground one after another, and the sharp axe brilliance and the figure of the silver-robed young man were superimposed together, and slowly scattered.

A cheek flew up and shattered into dozens of pieces in mid-air, and an arm parted and broke into dozens in the blink of an eye, whether it was physical or imaginary, cut it to pieces that could not be more broken, to see if he would die.

"Good!"

Elder Cheng saw it with his own eyes and shouted, not praising the three axes. It's the little girl who wasn't far away.

"What about such a beautiful doll, Thirteen?"

"That's my dad. "Ordered by his father in advance, Xiao Budian and Shao Lin were mainly responsible for guarding this elder, and at the same time, they were reminded to be on guard against him, looking a little nervous.

"Well, where's your father?"

"I want you to take care of it. ”

"I have something to discuss with him. ”

"More on that later. ”

"It won't be too late later. Elder Cheng was a little anxious.

"Too late?" After hearing this, Xiao Bu hesitated a little, and asked tentatively, "Are you about to die?"

Elder Cheng was dumbfounded. I thought to myself, what is this, why do you curse me?

"Won't die?"

After asking again, Xiao Budian saw the answer from Elder Cheng's expression, and immediately put away his worries, greatly disdainful.

"Daddy is right, you're really not a good thing. ”

"The old man is not a thing," Elder Cheng couldn't cry or laugh, and patiently explained: "The old man has something to explain to your father, and there are good things to give." ”

"Confession is trouble, I make the decision for my father, I don't want you to trouble. As for the good stuff. Hehe, you don't need to send it. ”

In the end, he is a child, Xiao Budian turned around and pointed into the distance, looking proud like a dragon

"Look over there. ”

"Over there?"

The battlefield was chaotic, and Elder Cheng, who was tired and weak, had greatly reduced his ability, and he couldn't see many things clearly; he turned his head in the direction that Xiao Bu pointed out, and suddenly found a black shadow flashing around, looking a little familiar.

"That's"

The aura of the black shadow is not strong. But it's getting better all the time, and it's weird. The speed is extremely fast, the target is clear and precise, and every time it flashes, it can always catch a cloud of collapsed spiritual qi and keep devouring it.

The four fierce ghosts appeared in the yang world, and the essence was to find the way to die. Unless they find one of the very few environments where the ghosts of the underworld can live, they will be crushed by the laws of the world sooner or later. In the natural state, this process will be very long, at that time, when you are on the battlefield, every time you fight with the silver dragon, you will inevitably be injured, and those breaths, bodies, and fragments that disintegrate. All swallowed by the black shadow.

What's especially amazing is that in such a dangerous place, the black shadow with a weak breath is at ease, and he can always find a gap when he drills around, and he really can't dodge, he uses his fists to block supernatural powers, magic weapons, and even being affected by the silver dragon, and he can still turn the corner from danger.

The mortal world is called four or two dialing a thousand catties, and this is not popular in the cultivation world, but there is a frightening word: above the rules!

Yuanying can fight with the power of building a foundation, which probably refers to this situation.

The problem was that the black shadow was not in some kind of Yudan Yuan Infant, but a chaotic battlefield of fierce ghosts, group cultivators, and fighting with the silver dragon. Who can be like him in such an environment

True Spirits?Thirteen carry true spirits with them!

Jumping wildly in his heart, Elder Cheng rubbed his eyes vigorously, and Ti Zhenyuan took a closer look, and finally caught up with the black shadow.

Slowly, his face changed, bewildered, shocked, and incredulous, until he finally confirmed that he was correct.

"Oh my God, that's King Shura!"

"No!"

The soul shattered, and the silver dragon seemed to have been hit on the head, flipped violently. It can be seen with the naked eye, the divine glow in his eyes quickly dimmed, and only the dragon horn light above his head was lost, and it softened like a noodle. Not only that, his body was mutated in the same life, and his appearance was covered by scales and he couldn't see too many clues, but his next movements were weak and weak, and even the release of dead qi spread.

All kinds of signs indicate that the loss of this silver dragon is not just as simple as a split soul, but also a fundamental injury.

So what are you hesitating about!

"Kill!"

The dragon roared, the group of cultivators shouted, the ghost howling beast roared deafeningly, and the figures scrambled to be the first, and a pair of eyes were dyed red with hatred.

The difference was soon manifested, the silver dragon's body was no longer as unbreakable as before, even the Avatar Cultivator had the ability to break through its defenses, and its body technique was not as agile and fast as before, and even its reaction became sluggish, and its eyes showed confusion from time to time.

In such a battlefield, there was no room for a moment of hesitation, and within three breaths of the soul death, the silver dragon was completely submerged by the sea of group battles.

Pieces of dragon scales peeled off and splashed, streams of blood flowed sideways, sections of body were cut off, waves of attacks were like a tide, and in an instant, the majestic silver dragon was covered in scaly wounds, not forming a dragon shape.

"Damn ants, you all deserve to die!"

The dignified dragon clan was unwilling to be killed. Still struggling in the midst of the fire, trying to fight back with the remnants of his strength.

In the end, it is a dragon, and it can still kill people if it is injured like this, and under the dragon's claws, no one can repair and block the next blow. However, the more people it killed, the heavier the hatred inspired by the punishment of immortals, and the more the besieging crowd forgot to die. The offensive intensified.

At this point in the battle, everyone knew that it was impossible for this silver dragon to turn around, and the mentality of the besiegers changed, the bereavement and blood feud slowly faded, and greed gradually gained the upper hand.

It's a dragon, it's not a real spirit, but it's a dragon!

There is nothing superfluous to say, one word "dragon" represents all. The Immortal Punishment Order is a curse, but it doesn't make people really lose their minds, when the revenge has become settled. The monks' minds changed, and the besieging crowd slowly stopped shouting, but quietly looked for a suitable position to prepare for the next plunder.

This is normal and inevitable.

After a while, the changes around him became more and more obvious, and looking at the eyes of those people, ghosts, and beasts, the silver dragon slowly realized something. The anger in my heart gradually subsided, replaced by sadness and helplessness. And there was a hint of mockery.

"Poor Ant"

It is a dragon, and no amount of evil magic can refine the pride in his heart, how can he endure that kind of humiliation. To be fair, the battle is like this, you can't blame the dragon clan for not giving it a try, there are too many enemies. It's too strong, and it's weird. The old man turned into a giant dragon, considering the specialty of the earth dragon stalking, no matter how you look at it, he has the power of the first nirvana; the four fierce ghosts are not easy to measure by the realm of monks, and their strength is inferior to the strong robbery; there are hundreds of disciples of the six major clans, and the majority of them are cultivated by life; and there are Qi Aotian and Cheng Xueyi who began to appear. Which is not Xiao Ao's side.

With such a lineup, which old monster would dare to ignore it? Yinlong alone did this and killed the other party into a group of remnants, which was not easy.

Besides, this battle is not fair at all, the silver dragon needs to guard the big array, he can't run, he needs to be distracted and taken care of at all times, and when he realizes that he can't protect it and wants to leave, where is it too late.

After a few more moments, the silver dragon fought to kill several people in succession, tearing the big-headed demon to pieces and forcing the heart to retreat. In an instant, Yinlong was busy checking his body and shook his head silently.

The wound is too serious, now it, the dragon body is only 300 zhang, scars are all over; the dragon head has really become a pig's head, the nose and eyes can't be distinguished, three of the four dragon claws are missing, but the one that fought with Qi and Cheng at the beginning remains.

None of this is important, the worst thing is that because of the death of the split soul, the silver dragon origin was hit hard and the backlash was fierce, and it completely lost its ability to teleport.

There's no need to struggle any longer. The silver dragon raised his head and looked around, his dark eyes were still proud, and he was cold to the four directions.

"Greedy ants, since you are looking for death, this seat will be fulfilled, huh?"

Yu Guang noticed the vision, and the dying silver dragon's heart moved slightly.

There is movement on the altar.

The mass of flesh began to wriggle, its skin cracked, and a sound like a beast's roar and thunder came from within, and a powerful and mysterious aura seeped out, slowly spreading, filling the battlefield and the whole world.

The aura is so powerful and contains endless vicissitudes that it makes people feel as if they have stepped back in time and returned to the ancient world. The next moment, with a series of clicks, a suppressed roar sounded in the meat ball, shaking everyone's hearts.

The sky will be dark, the earth will sink, the starry sky will lose its color, and the creatures from all directions will bow down.

"Not good!" Elder Cheng noticed this scene, and his expression changed drastically.

"It's a shame!" the distressed old man's dragon body trembled, and he hurried back.

"Presumptuous!" the silver dragon roared in rage,

Just when the meat ball cracked through the cracks, he saw that Thirteen Lang sneaked to the altar at some point, he had already hidden there, but he couldn't enter the formation, and there was nothing he could do about it. At this moment, as the flesh mass was about to come out, the altar protection was automatically opened, ready to absorb the origin of heaven and earth.

This is the most critical step, and it is also the time when the altar is at its weakest.

Instead of attacking the supernatural powers, Thirteen Lang stuffed the dragon scale armor that he had thrown earlier into the gap in the flesh mass and was about to cast a spell.

"Don't think!"

I don't know where the strength came from, the silver dragon's body flashed twice and rushed to the altar, and one claw buckled towards Thirteen Lang.

"Here you go. Thirteen Lang knew each other very well, and predicted Yinlong's actions and left in a flash, and shouted loudly: "Explosion!"

The red light of the dragon scale armor flickered, and the cold aura inside suddenly turned violent, and it was about to be stimulated.

"No!"

Ignoring Thirteen Lang anymore, the silver dragon tore the armor out of the gap with one claw, and his expression suddenly froze.

"It's not"

"It's now!" Thirteen Lang snapped again, and his backhand flashed a colorful boat. Before the silver dragon could figure out what was happening, a sharp whistling sounded in his ears and his chest opened.

"Cone!"

(To be continued......)