The eight-fingered blue devil was also a little surprised, he hurriedly withdrew his nails, and seeing that the nails were still burning with raging flames, he finally became a little angry.

Several streaks of green qi emerged from his nails, quickly extinguishing the flames on his nails, and then new nails grew to envelop his green scythe.

He flew into the air, looked at Tang Wusheng, who was panting heavily, with a playful attitude, and said faintly: "I didn't expect that your little prey still has so many skills, so use them all." ”

"Nine thousand sword intent. ”

The Nine Dragons Flowing Cloud that was thrown into the sky instantly disintegrated, turning into nine blood-colored flying swords, and conjuring up thousands of sword shadows to bombard the eight-fingered blue devil.

"Mean?"

The eight-fingered blue devil snorted lightly: "The mere transcendent has actually comprehended the two artistic conceptions of sword intent and staff intent. ”

"Still. The eight-fingered blue devil couldn't help shaking his head: "It's too weak." ”

The cyan iron scythe was waved casually by the eight-fingered blue devil, as if the child used the kung fu double spear dance stick of the three-legged cat, it seemed random, but each scythe was not superfluous at all, and easily resisted every sword intent shot out by Tang Wuxing.

"How is that possible?"

Tang Wuming was dumbfounded, looking at the eight-fingered green devil who was calm and comfortable in the dense sword intent, his heart was completely bottomless.

"Receive. ”

Seeing that the Nine Thousand Sword Intent actually had no effect on the Eight Fingered Blue Devil, Tang Wuming hurriedly withdrew the Nine Swords and let them transform into the Nine Dragons Liuyun Giant Sword in his hand: "Ten Thousand Truths Sword Technique." ”

Tang Wuming's mind was a little confused, the sword in his hand was standing in front of him, and the whole person turned into a streamer and flew towards the eight-fingered blue devil, stabbing at the opponent's chest.

"Poof. ”

In fact, Tang Wuming regretted it after making such a decision, the nine thousand sword intents were caught by the other party so easily, and the other party would still care about this Ten Thousand Truths Sword Technique, but at this moment, Tang Wuming had no choice.

However, the next scene made Tang Wuming feel inexplicable.

He clearly felt that the Nine Dragons Liuyun Sword seemed to be stabbed in the other party's chest, and when he stopped, he saw that the giant sword had really submerged into the body of the eight-fingered blue demon.

"How is this possible?"

Tang Wuming couldn't react for a while, looking at the eight-fingered blue devil who was suspended motionless on the opposite side of the volley, and there was even cyan blood flowing from the wound, he froze, this sword was impossible to stab the other party.

Eight-fingered green devil, it won't be so easy to be killed by yourself, Tang Wuming looked at the sky reflexively, and Sha Wujing, who was bounced away, hasn't flown back yet.

"Hey, hey"

The faint laughter confirmed Tang Wusheng's thoughts, indeed, how could the eight-fingered blue devil be seriously injured by Tang Wusheng so easily?

The blue devil in front of him turned into a phantom and disappeared in an instant.

There was a cold air behind him, Tang Wuming instinctively dodged, and found that the cyan iron sickle had been cut to his neck, although he dodged the fatal blow, but the green scythe still left a huge wound on Tang Wusheng's chest, and he hurriedly urged his spiritual power to protect the wound and try to make himself bleed as little as possible.

Looking at the eight-fingered blue devil on the opposite side, he was really stabbed by Tang Wuming, but his face did not have the slightest look of pain, but instead looked like he was enjoying it.

The wound healed instantly.

Tang Wuming was stunned, what kind of means is this, the wound heals instantly, then it is still hairy, then it is almost invincible.

"Try the stinger again?" said the Eight-Fingered Blue Devil with a strange expression.

"Grass. ”

Tang Wuming exploded into foul language, desperately raised his sword into battle, and continuously stabbed wildly at the body of the eight-fingered blue devil.

The eight-fingered blue devil didn't dodge, the sword was to the flesh, but every time he stabbed a sword, Tang Wuming didn't have the slightest excited expression, but his face became more and more pale.

Because as soon as his sword was drawn, the other party's wound was completely healed, and there was no trace of injury at all.

"Enough cool, it's my turn now. ”

Another scythe was slashed, and an extra cross appeared on Tang Wuming's chest.

"I have a habit of making a cross cut on them with a scythe before I kill someone, and I love it. ”

"Perverted. Tang Wuming once again urged his spiritual power to protect the wound and scolded.

"You can see it, I can't be killed. The eight-fingered green devil said: "Now give you two ways, the first is to hand over what I want and kill you." ”

"The second is to kill you and then find out what I want from you. ”

"Your mother. "Tang Wu's head is full of black lines, is this different?

"Of course there's a difference. The Eight-Fingered Blue Devil explained, "If you choose the first path, I will eat your corpse raw, and if you choose the second path, I will roast and eat it." ”

Tang is lifeless and cold, this guy still has the habit of eating corpses.

"Hehe, corpses are the most delicious thing in the world. “

"Delicious, beautiful girl. ”

Tang Wusheng shouted angrily, and the natal primordial god instantly burst out from his body: "Regret God Technique." ”

With a loud roar, the natal primordial god quickly transformed into fifty zhang, and a heavy palm slapped down from the void.

"As long as you're not in the Feather Transformation Realm, I don't believe you'll be hit hard by the Regret Divine Technique unscathed. ”

An overwhelming palm slashed straight at the eight-fingered blue devil, crushing all the way down, and even slapped a big mountain below from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

rumble

The mountain range was broken, the heavens and the earth shook, and the eight-fingered blue demon was slapped under the ground of the Black Fire Mountain Range by the palm of the Yuan God Tang Wusheng, and there was a mess within a thousand zhang radius.

Retracting the Regret Divine Technique, there was also a trace of blood spilling from the corner of the mouth of the Yuan God Tang Wuming, which was enough to see how powerful this palm was, Tang Wuming was desperate, he did not hesitate to urge the Natal True Yuan to attack the Eight-Fingered Blue Devil, just to completely slap the other party to death with one palm.

The huge body quickly became smaller, and finally turned into a natal primordial god wearing a black robe, exactly the same as Tang Wuming, the two had the same mind, and at the same time poked out their divine sense, covering the ruins of more than 3,000 zhang below.

The two Tang Wusheng raised their hearts to their throats, and they were looking forward to finding the body of the eight-fingered green devil in the next second, regretting that the magic technique is a magical power, although this is only the first weight, plus the bonus of the natal true element, it should be able to kill this eight-fingered green devil, even if he can't die, he has to be seriously injured.

Tea time passed, and there was still no movement below, Tang Wuming did not find the body of the eight-fingered blue devil, nor did he see him crawl out of the ruins below.

"Could it be that I have been photographed to pieces?"

Tang Wuming was very puzzled, and probed his divine sense into the bottom for dozens of feet, but still did not find the other party's figure.

"This guy not only has a wandering soul, but also a divine soul"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Wuming felt a tingling sensation on his scalp out of thin air, and then a faint voice sounded in the air: "Little guy, I'm here." ”

"What?"

Tang Wuming reflexively looked at the sky, and his whole face froze: "Eight-fingered Blue Devil, when did you fly to the sky?"

"Just now, it's just that you were too weak to notice it. The eight-fingered blue devil said as he held the cyan iron scythe and fell quickly, the speed was extremely fast, as if teleporting: "You actually know supernatural powers, and it is the regretful magic technique of the ancient dragon god, it surprises me too much, and it makes me too excited, I don't know how many years, I haven't seen such pure supernatural powers." ”

"What are you muttering?" Tang Wuming's face was hideous, but the whole person was even more frightened, was this guy really hit by his own regretful magic technique? If it was true, then how could he be unscathed, and if he really flew from the ground to the sky just now, then his speed was also a little too fast?

Tang Wuming and the Natal Yuan Shen moved at the same time, the main body waved the Nine Dragons Liuyun Staff, and the doppelganger took out a ground-level flying sword magic weapon in the storage bag, and flew towards the eight-fingered green devil in the air, he didn't want to sit still, he had to take the initiative to attack.

"I said, since God withdrew from the stage of this world, I haven't seen real supernatural powers for a long time, and the so-called divine arts researched by the human race are simply rubbish, and people will never be able to replace God. ”

"I don't understand what you're saying. ”

Tang Wusheng swung out a staff violently, and the huge force shook the surrounding voids to tremble: "Eight-fingered green devil, death." ”

"Hey, hey. ”

I saw that the figure of the eight-fingered blue devil suddenly froze in the air, and then the time around him seemed to stop.

"Rakshasa Blue Scythe. ”

A looming font, the eight-fingered blue devil was still standing in the air, but the cyan iron scythe in his hand was roaring towards Tang Wuming below.

Vaguely, Tang Wusheng seemed to see the green sickle transform into a one-horned monster covered with green hair, and in the blink of an eye, it split into two, and turned into two scythes at a terrifying speed, harvesting the lives of Tang Wuming's body and Yuan Shen respectively.

"Poof"

Two mouthfuls of blood spilled into the sky, and the body and the original spirit were cut by the green sickle at the same time, and the wound was deep and the bones were visible, and even the internal organs inside were revealed.

Tang Wuming screamed, and immediately withdrew the injured Natal Yuan Shen into the dantian, and then shattered a large number of spirit crystals to replenish the spiritual power of his body and protect his wounds.

The pain, the heart-rending pain, even Tang Wusheng's Pure Yang Dao Soldier instantly disintegrated because of this scythe's attack, but the Pure Yang Dao Soldier could be reorganized infinitely, and it instantly reorganized on Tang Wusheng's body.

I don't know how powerful this scythe is, but it is certain that if Tang Wusheng is not a cursed demon body, he may have been killed.

The eight-fingered blue devil was also a little surprised: "The Rakshasa Blue Scythe can't kill you, your body is really special, it must be very delicious." ”

"One more sickle. ”

This time, the eight-fingered blue devil seemed to teleport, and appeared in front of Tang Wuming in the blink of an eye, he grabbed one end of the cyan scythe with one hand, and the other end had already hooked Tang Wuming's neck: "Cut off your head, you will always die." ”