Slowly withdrawing will definitely reduce the intense pain, but it will also increase the time of pain, but Yang Qianming thought about it, and the long pain is better than the short pain.

This kind of slow pain is what Yang Qianming is afraid of, and he prefers the kind of violent pain that hits the heart at the moment.

There is also the North Hell, which is eyeing the tiger in front of him, and maybe he will continue to attack when he will do so. Yang Qianming will not give him another chance to put on his bone skills, because giving him another chance means that Yang Qianming will not have any chance.

"Bang!" Under everyone's frightened gaze, the Silver Moon Sword was pulled out of his right arm by Yang Qianming's two fingers, and red blood spurted out like a floodgate.

It hurts, it can't be shaped like this, Yang Qianming's feelings are no longer visible, and Yang Qianming knows that this is not a good omen.

If it hurts, it may be saved, but if it loses consciousness, then it means that the right arm is scrapped.

However, Yang Qianming couldn't give up, and exploded with his body and mind holding the sword head in his left hand without looking back, and killed towards the North Hell, who was also surprised.

Looking at Yang Qianming, who was in such a tragic situation but his fighting spirit was not diminished in the slightest, Bei Mingqing had an inexplicable sense of fear, which made him feel very ashamed and absurd.

Joke, how could this grasshopper in front of him, who was only the peak strength of the Emperor Saint, let himself be afraid? Bei Mingqing sneered in his heart, not taking that fear and fear to heart at all.

"Hades' Lock!" Bei Shenqing looked at Yang Qianming who rushed towards him, and directly used the second million-year-old beast ring bone technique.

I saw that from the black spear in the hand of the Northern Underworld, a slender chain emerged, and a phantom of the bloodthirsty Bat King appeared behind him, which should have increased the power brought by the soul possession of the war beast.

The slender black chain silently set towards Yang Qianming who was running, even if Yang Qianming turned into a remnant and was desperately moving forward, this chain was like having eyes, and it quickly locked Yang Qianming's arms.

The left arm holding the Silver Moon Sword was better, but Yang Qianming's right arm, which was already like a waste, suddenly made a bang, and it actually broke the bone in an instant.

"Ah!" This time, Yang Qianming couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a painful cry, staring at the smug laughing Bei Ming with blood-red eyes.

Looking at Yang Qianming, who was restrained by the black chains, Bei Ming smiled proudly: "Aren't you a tough guy? Haha, I can't stand it anymore? But I tell you that the show has just begun, and I'll let you taste the more painful taste now!"

Anyway, the black spear, driven by the Northern Darkness, rushed towards Yang Qianming with him.

The black spear head stabbed suddenly, and Yang Qianming's pupils dilocated rapidly, but he was helpless and couldn't break free from the shackles of the black chains.

"Poof!" The black spear easily pierced through Yang Qianming's left shoulder, and when the spear was withdrawn by the Northern Darkness, a transparent blood-colored hole formed in an instant.

Looking at Yang Qianming, who was pale and struggling, Bei Mingqing bared his teeth and said with a sinister smile: "How do you feel? Don't look at me with such eyes, if your strength is not good, you are destined to accept the treatment that a loser deserves! If you want to blame you for being a grasshopper, blame you for being born in a low-level plane, blame you for not being a child of an ancient family!"

Listening to the words that kept coming out of Bei Mingqing's mouth, Yang Qianming suddenly felt that the fire of anger was about to burn him to ashes.

Although it has reached such a point, Yang Qianming has not given up, because he still has the fire of his life to rely on.

After fighting for so long, Bei Yingqing has always distanced himself from him, not giving Yang Qianming any chance to get close, and now the opportunity has come.

Yang Qianming waited for the time to come, a mouthful of blood mixed with saliva sprayed on Bei Mingqing's face, and the former roared angrily: "Silent Heavenly Fire!"

was constantly wiping Yang Qianming's saliva in the north, and instantly felt a sharp pain in his skin baked by a scorching flame, and when he wanted to retreat, he realized that it was too late.

A lotus root burning in the purple flames appeared on Yang Qianming's Silver Moon Sword, and barely stopped at the slightest moment and slammed into the Northern Darkness in front of him.

The Burning Anger Fire Lotus was the natal fire trick that Yang Qianming had comprehended in his mind, and he had comprehended it under the bombardment of the first million-year-old bone technique of the Northern Darkness.

It was formed by Yang Qianming according to the prototype lotus root of the Silent Heavenly Fire, and he didn't know what the power was.

"Coax!" The lotus root surrounded by a tall purple flame slammed into Bei Mingqing's chest, and then was instantly shocked and flew out.

Looking at the Northern Darkness surrounded by purple flames, Yang Qianming knelt on the ground with a thud, and the Silver Moon Sword was deeply inserted into the ground.

"Huhu!" The nerves that had been tense because of the serious injury were also relieved at this moment, and Yang Qianming took a deep breath.

This blow used up almost all of Yang Qianming's strength, but he knew that it was almost impossible to defeat Bei Mingqing.

Sure enough, as Yang Qianming expected, after the Northern Darkness actually developed some kind of magic weapon, the purple flames that wrapped around him were gradually extinguished.

Seeing this scene, the power of Yang Qianming's Secret Dao Natal Fire was still not strong enough, otherwise this blow would be enough to kill him.

Beimingqing, whose long hair was half burned, looked at Yang Qianming with resentment, and black smoke also rose from his originally luxurious clothes: "Yang Qianming! You are dead! This time I will blow you into meat sauce!"

A small golden ball floated out of the chest of the Northern Darkness, and fourteen golden stripes clearly flashed on it.

The beast pills that can pass the nine golden veins are almost considered superb, and the ones after the eleven are even more superb.

Beast pills like these fourteen stripes can kill a qiē of the Cunzài, and even the heavens and the earth may tremble for it.

"It seems that Bei Mingqing is really angry, and wants to completely kill this kid in front of him, and take the natal fire from him. One of the leaders whispered to his companion.

What they expected was good, after seeing the power of the natal fire bloomed by Yang Qianming, the Northern Darkness who had not yet awakened the natal fire was overjoyed.

So far, he has not awakened the natal fire, not because of his low talent, but because his vision is too high, and it is not that there is no natal fire in his eyes that has won the list.

On the contrary, in the Bei family, there will be at least two or three natal fires on the list, of course, the rankings are all outside forty.

The character of the North Underworld is naturally disdainful, so the natal fire has not awakened and has been stranded until now.

Seeing that Yang Qianming had such a Silent Heavenly Fire that ranked third on the list, the Northern Darkness was like falling in love at first sight, and the entire soul was taken away by the Silent Heavenly Fire.

Looking at Yang Qianming, Bei Ming smiled coldly: "I didn't expect you kid to have such a powerful natal fire, haha, it really doesn't take much effort to come by, this kind of thing is only worthy of a powerful person like me!"

Secretly sneering in his heart, Yang Qianming's face did not change and said in a deep voice: "If you want it, just take it!"

"Okay! Die quickly!" With that, Bei Shenqing raised his black spear, and really turned into a black dragon to kill again.

Looking at the Northern Darkness that had been transformed into a black dragon and relied on the Beast Pill to kill again, Yang Qianming's cheeks changed color slightly, and his one-fold and two-fold bloody eyes instantly opened.

After the momentum crossed from the peak of the Emperor Saint to the peak of the Venerable King, Yang Qianming suddenly felt that his body was full of strength, and the only regret was that his right arm was still unconscious.

"Look who is dead!" Yang Qianming no longer left, and completely woke up the beast pill from the dantian, and suddenly a golden light appeared on Yang Qianming's chest.

When tens of thousands of people in the audience saw clearly that there were sixteen golden stripes on the golden ball on Yang Qianming's chest, there were sixteen golden stripes, and there was silence for a moment.

The silence was frightening, and the rhythmic breathing of tens of thousands of people could be heard unusually clearly.

I don't know who it was, but I was the first to call out: "Mom! I'm not mistaken! There are people in this world who have awakened the Sixteen Striped Beast Pill!"

"This kid must be a child of an ancient family, who has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger just now!"

"you off! It is impossible for the children of the ancient family to awaken the striped beast pill! This kid must be descended from the gods, no, he must be the son of the gods, or a grandson or something!"

"It's so enviable, how can I embarrass the beast pill with nine golden stripes!"

The voices of discussion from all over the world are unusually loud and endless.

The striped beast pill summoned by Yang Qianming suddenly made tens of thousands of people exclaim at the same time, it was tens of thousands of people who exclaimed at the same time, what kind of spectacular scene it must be.

Of course, when Yang Qianming's full striped beast pill was exclaimed, everyone also had a very strong interest in Yang Qianming's relationship with the North Underworld, and the outcome of the battle between the two beast pills.

Not to mention the rest of the people, just talking about the immersive Northern Darkness, when he saw clearly how many stripes there were on the beast pill floating in front of Yang Qianming, the whole person was stupid.

Fourteen stripes like him are already rare, and Bei Shenqing has never even seen a fifteen-striped beast pill, and now this striped beast pill has appeared on the grasshopper that he didn't put in his eyes.

This made Bei Mingqing very unacceptable, and at the same time he was angry in his heart, his resentment towards Yang Qianming became even more angry.

He, a child of an ancient family, how could he endure the majesty of a grasshopper from a lower plane, even if Yang Qianming was very good, the Northern Darkness would take the opportunity to strangle it in the bud.

"Boy, if you want to blame, blame you for being too good!" said Bei Mingqing, and the black spear with fourteen stripes of beast pills suddenly slammed into Yang Qianming.

Looking at the impending storm attack, Yang Qianming stood in place without moving, and took the lead in crushing a few spars to replenish his energy, and then the Silver Moon Sword slapped the beast pill that was the envy of everyone away.

Tens of thousands of people looked at Yang Qianming, and they actually swung their swords to shoot out the sixteen striped beast pills, and in an instant, countless people were shocked, and secretly scolded Yang Qianming for destroying the heavens.

Under the attention of tens of thousands of people, the two beast pills instantly collided violently in the void.

"Hum!" Two golden rays of light burst out from the surface of their respective beast pill bodies, turning the sky into a sea of gold.

When the beast pills came into contact with each other, Bei Yingqing's face was instantly terrified, and the terrifying power in the beast pill that was frequently flashed by the sixteen golden stripes was shocked, and the qi and blood surged up, and the bones around the body were like falling apart in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qingyun, who was struggling to fight bloodily under the siege of Zhang Tao and others, secretly frowned, and was surprised by Yang Qianming's burst of strength.

This was completely beyond the strength he expected, and it stands to reason that he felt that Yang Qianming's strength was similar to Bai Wuchang's, and under his full sneak attack, he would definitely not be able to escape death.

But judging from the strength that Yang Qianming has shown now, it is obvious that Feng Qing has made a mistake in cloud computing, but he still has a secret weapon stolen from the family, and he doesn't believe that Yang Qianming is immortal.