The dark shadow flickered in front of him.

Burst!

Lu Ming's first feeling was stunned, he didn't believe that he had been hit by the sword.

The pain of the second one spread to his senses at this time, and it hurt so much that it was unforgettable.

The sword went into his throat, giving Lu Ming a cold feeling. But then, he felt an unprecedented heat, as if it was burning his life and soul.

A line of scarlet blood shot out of the deer's throat, and when blood spurted from the wound, it made a strange sound. If the flow is small, it will be so slight that it will be like a breeze whispering, and you can't hear it if you don't pay attention. And if the traffic is large, it will be almost "sneering...... "Snort", or "sizzle...... Sizzle" sound.

Lu Ming realized that he was not far from death, and couldn't help but let out a sad cry full of injustice in his heart!

Underestimated the enemy.

He picked two people in a row, and his momentum and confidence pushed to the peak. It wasn't a strong man who came with a registered number, he never thought that he would lose, but as a result, it was such a casual-looking man in black who took his life with a sword.

No, I'm not dead, I'm still angry!

Lu Ming is like a fish that has been ashore for half a day, lying dying on a pool of blood, or rather, lying on the ground darkened by blood, and his consciousness is about to fall into darkness.

Suddenly, some warm liquid flew and landed on his face and neck. A faint smell of blood ran down his nose, it was blood! Where did the blood come from?

The man in black? No, it's his own.

The moment his consciousness sank into darkness, Lu Ming understood that he was the bait!

Before, how did he treat the Great Wilderness Monks, and how did he use them to lure the Great Wilderness Monks to fight recklessly. Now, that's how the Man in Black treats him.

A Sansheng Dao monk came out to the rescue. After a fierce battle with the man in black for a moment, the air and the ground were entangled and immortal, after the interweaving of light and shadow. The Sansheng Dao monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fought with the man in black for a while, and when the battle group separated, this person had a sword in his heart. Fall to the earth.

The man in black just talked about it, and fell with it, and the sword in his hand stirred up a halo of light.

A thread, a wisp of light, is the endless differentiation of sword qi. Slice the fallen monk with precision, piece by piece, and if anyone were willing to weigh it, they would surely find that each piece weighed almost the same.

In the short time that the person of Sanshengdao fell, this person seemed to have experienced a thousand cuts, and the pain was like being in hell. The terrible howl that came out almost pierced into someone else's dream like a knife, becoming a terrible nightmare.

Countless people on the side of the Great Wilderness cheered, only to feel that what the man in black had done was really happy, and they all shouted: "Brother, if you do a good job, you have to torture them to death." ”

"Look at how Lao Liu and the others were tortured, kill them fiercely, and clean up these brutes. ”

"Brother. If you can kill one or two more, I'll call you brother. ”

Tan Weiran's face was expressionless. Only with a faint coldness at the corner of his mouth, he raised his head slightly and stared at the Sansheng Dao monks dozens of miles away, revealing his attitude. It was as if he was saying to those enemies: how you tortured people before, now I will give you a lot of money.

He couldn't see people dozens of miles away, but he believed that someone in Sansheng Dao could see him, and even his expression could be seen. This man is enough to drive people crazy and howl. And the sneer on the corner of his mouth was enough to stimulate the other party.

He guessed right.

His expression, as well as his abuse of the bait, really stimulated the Sansheng Dao side. Immediately, a strong man who broke the void became gloomy and swept back: "Who is going to take this person's head back." ”

A group of monks, large and small, were ready to move. One of the monks took the lead and fired into the battlefield: "I'll go!"

Another powerhouse shook his head: "He Yong is good, he is a little older, but he has the strength to compete with the late stage of Shenzhao, and he has a lot of experience in fighting." ”

This Three-Life Dao monk named He Yong turned into a ghostly light, traveled dozens of miles to the center of the battlefield, and locked on to Tan Weiran below with a single face. Seeing that the conversation was not flashing much, a sneer appeared in his eyes: "Stupid boy, do you think you are performing, you deserve to die!"

Like a goshawk swooping downward, his hands are wearing a set of metal claws of unknown material, and just looking at the cold light of the claws, he knows that it is extremely sharp, and one cannot doubt that this steel claw can easily cut a person into many petals like a pear.

However, when the next breath came, He Yong's self-confidence distorted on his face, and he screamed as if his lower body had just been castrated: "What kind of ...... is this?"

Light!

The Shutu Sword with a faint streamer swayed into a circle in the palm of his hand, as if it had become a strange black hole of the sun, and even if he was ignorant, he could sense the terrifying power behind it.

A bright light erupted between the two, raging around them like a shockwave.

When He Yong fluttered upside down like a kite with a broken string, a hegemonic sword spirit caught up and stopped him, and blood poured into the sun, shining brightly.

It's really too fast, so fast that a large group of Sansheng Dao monks are still talking and laughing, and before they can focus on the battlefield, they separate life and death.

This is the third one!

The Sansheng Dao side finally became much more serious, and no longer took it lightly, the weak and strong people glanced at each other, their eyes swept over the faces of a group of Shenzhao monks, and fixed on the faces of one person: "Qu Yan, you go!

"Yes! The disciple never underestimates the enemy. Qu smirked and stepped into the air.

Sanshengdao is much more comforted, and Qu Yan is also a genius young and strong. It is the existence of the middle stage of Shenzhao that can be compared to the early stage of breaking the void, and there are dozens of Great Wilderness monks on their hands alone.

Qu Yan stabbed out a sword ten miles away, and the sword spirit was like a spark meteor, rumbling and shaking the air, and it actually opened up a shallow groove on the ground along the way.

Sixty percent of the sword!

Saying that it was too late, then quickly, Tan Weiran stomped his feet, like a bolt of lightning breaking through the dark clouds, and suddenly changed direction and turned around to avoid the main power. With a swing of the sword, the eclipse spirit devoured a part of Qu Yan's spirit.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought fiercely, the sword light collided, and the eighth-order sword against the eighth-order sword emitted dazzling sparks.

Qu Yan's body style is quite unique, and he actually followed closely to talk about Weiran, like a bone appendage, and he couldn't shake off the volley extreme change. Tan Weiran thought that the body method was a bit interesting, and he was quite interested, and he immediately realized that it did not belong to the body method. It's some kind of secret art.

Oh, since it's a secret art, there's nothing to study. Send you back to Jiuyou's hometown!

Qinglian's breath technique shoots fiercely, Qu Yan has rich combat experience, and he narrowly avoids the vital point. Before I had time to rejoice, I felt the inner armor shine on my chest. Instant disintegration.

What! One move broke the seventh-order inner armor! Qu was horrified, retreated frantically, and exploded at the fastest speed.

No matter how fast it is, it can't be as fast as the Overlord Sword!

Qu Yan's chest ached, and he fled as fast as he could, and his body was unconsciously divided into two obliquely in the air.

The fourth!

Qu Yan was also defeated!

The faces of the Void-Breaking powerhouses on the side of the Three Lives Dao were pale, could it be that they were a young master?

Many people on the side of the Great Wilderness don't recognize it, and they are very surprised by this, Qu Yan is not an ordinary person. He is a genius who is famous and kills a lot. Immediately infected by the atmosphere, he jumped up with cheers and cheered with everyone, and made a shocking mockery at Sanshengdao.

Tan Weiran in the center of the battlefield said lightly: "Could it be that there is no one in the Sansheng Dao?"

This sound entered the ears, and the faces of the people of the Sansheng Dao were all extremely ugly, and several weak and strong people glanced around, and fell on the body of one person: "Zhao Ziming!

"Remember, you're a lot stronger than Qu Yan, melee combat or this person's weakness. If you play it out and fight it in close combat, you will be able to overcome it. ”

Zhao Ziming flickered. The whole person disappeared. The Sansheng Dao monk nodded with satisfaction, this Zhao Ziming is not only refining his body, but also very good at close combat, and with the use of supernatural powers, he is definitely like a tiger with wings, which is worse than the missing Xuan Hengtian. But it's also a first-class genius!

Almost at the same time, Zhao Ziming appeared on the top of Tan Weiran's head, and the momentum of sixty percent of his fists fell. Everyone could hear the wind and thunder, the air was blasted, and the ground in a radius of ten feet could not bear it at all. He fell half a foot downward.

There is a cloud seal piercing technique, and he has never been the only one who sneaks up on people, and Tan Weiran, who is rarely attacked by people at close range, was caught off guard this time.

Countless Great Wilderness monks were shocked and angry, and scolded Sanshengdao for playing a sneak attack shamelessly, and the scolding was boiling to the sky.

Zhao Ziming is extremely confident in his full blow, there are very few people he can't kill with one blow, even if he is invincible against Li Zhoulong, he can retreat with his whole body. But this time, he really picked the wrong opponent completely.

This punch is not strong, and it is not much inferior to the drunken sky back then. The earth-shattering punch hit the sunset.

At that time, the ten-fold golden body could barely defend against drunkenness. Now that the cultivation has improved, the physical body is stronger, and although the golden body defense has not made a qualitative leap, it is also one or two percent stronger than back then.

Zhao Ziming's fatal blow, Tan Weiran was almost unharmed.

"Golden body?!"

On the side of the Great Wilderness, on the side of the Three-Life Dao, almost at the same time, their colors changed in shock: "Seventh-Order Golden Body?!!

At this moment, Tan Weiran twisted and stomped his feet, his power penetrated, and he merged into the fist, and he struck out without any fancy sixty percent of his hands. Zhao Ziming wanted to take it, his fist was like steel, and he swung out a powerful fist, but somehow, this punch formed a time gap.

Poof! The fist hit the flesh * body, Zhao Ziming wanted to show contempt and play melee combat? That's what I left over. However, the overwhelming power that poured out of his fist hit him, and his sixth-order golden body collapsed after a little support like foam, and the inner armor flashed.

The impact of physical power raged into Zhao Ziming's body, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and Zhao Ziming's eyes were about to bulge out, it was terrifying!

The other party also refines the body, and it is a great achievement, and the height he has reached on the way to refining the body is better than his Zhao Ziming.

The elders were wrong, he shouldn't have made a move.

This person is at least at the level of Yanagishita Shin, and maybe even a peerless genius at the level of Gu Xuan Hengtian!

Zhao Ziming wanted to escape at this time, but it was too late.

If you want to use the magic technique, you need to at least get rid of the dead entanglement with him, and don't give him the opportunity to use the magic technique at all, even if you can't get it for a moment.

Tan Weiran is not at all the kind of young monk who specializes in swordsmanship and is not good at close combat. His melee level may not be top-notch, but at least it is quasi-first-class, coupled with the extremely strong solar eclipse spirit of the fighter, it is not a problem to entangle a Zhao Ziming.

It's not so much about entanglement, it's better to force Zhao Ziming to be tough!

Relying on strength to be tough, this trick is actually very bullying, just like in the past, when he met a monk who was strong in cultivation, the other party would always pick it up and fight him.

Overwhelming people with force!

Overwhelm people with power!

Zhao Ziming was entangled to death by Tan Weiran and forced him to hit hard for five or six breaths, and he bombarded him several times, and in the face of Tan Weiran, who was strictly guarded, the only opportunity to use the magic technique was also slightly blocked by the fifth-order ice sealing Qianli.

It wasn't until seven breaths later that Zhao Ziming was talked about hitting the center of the mouth with a punch, and his heart exploded into a ball of flesh.

Kill the fifth!(To be continued......)