Seeing Ji Ziming's eyes full of hatred, Bu Qianhuai disdainfully: "Wind Changge!"

Under an order, the wind chief singer Zhongyin turned again, and the surrounding Lingqi listened to his orders, the direction was formed, and the gossip appeared, trapping Ji Ziming.

Grasping the halberd tightly, he waved it forward, but it was the flag that obscured the view. Gossip, eight phenomena, from eight directions towards the middle of Ji Ziming, the power of celestial phenomena, manpower is difficult to do. Ji Ziming suddenly lost color, even if he was a great martial arts master of the Ming God Realm, it was difficult to resist the peak master of the Ming God Realm who had been cultivating the formation for many years, Feng Changge was indeed stronger than him, plus Bu Qianhuai was eyeing him, today, Ji Ziming was determined to live and die.

"Even if you have the practice method of Huanxi Zen and make up for the strength for a while, on the whole, His Royal Highness King Luo is still invincible to the deity. He held the long sword in his right hand, the blade was on his left arm, and the tip of the sword was pointing at Ji Ziming.

Launched in an instant, the long sword was like a meteor, directly passing through the formation, and the sharp tip of the sword pierced Ji Ziming's body. The hand holding the halberd trembled slightly, and a wound the thickness of an index finger on his chest penetrated out, and he was suffocated in his chest in one breath, Ji Ziming's brows were tightly locked, and his eyes revealed pain, but he was strong, turned around, resisted the formation and swept the halberd at the same time.

Bu Qianhuai, who had already moved out of the formation, said with a smile: "What are you still insisting on? Disarm and die, the corpse can still look better." Otherwise, in front of this Lamerlin, it is scarred, but it is a big bad scenery. It is better to bury the whole body here, leaving a good story of the hero's end. ”

I saw Ji Ziming half-kneeling on the ground, and the halberd was inserted into the ground with his backhand: "Even if you die, this king will let you be buried with him!"

There was a muffled sound in the halberd, like a heartbeat, Bu Qianhuai sighed lightly, his left hand was filled with air, and he blocked in front of him, wanting to see what Ji Ziming was going to do before he died. Now that the immortal dragon body is added, Bu Qianhuai feels that he is invincible in the world at this moment.

I saw that the halberd was broken and shattered, and the golden light appeared.

"The Lord ......"

Feng Changge, who was wearing a half-faced mask of the crane, was just about to speak, but Bu Qianhuai directly shook his head and comforted: "Don't worry, the closer he gets to this move, the greater the damage will be caused, the farther away, you and I don't take a step, I'll see how he uses this move." ”

Ji Ziming knew that Bu Qianhuai's eight-rank divine power had the function of insight into other people's martial arts, and he naturally knew that he had seen it through, but when he looked up, the move was launched, not at all, but ...... With a sudden shock, the halberd shattered, the thirteen orders around it were impacted, the Bagua formation was broken, and the direction was displaced.

"Roar, what about the Shock Scattering Formation? Do you really think that the power of the formation can be stronger than the two Ming Gods?"

The eight-sided formation was damaged, the Xunzhen wind and thunder failed, the world was unbalanced, and the mountains and rivers collapsed, and they were incompatible with fire, fire, and water.

"Wear out the flag. Lord, the thirteen order flags have been completely scrapped. ”

Looking at it, only one of the thirteen command flags was not burned, and the other twelve command flags had been damaged and turned into flying ashes.

"Then burn their last afterglow, and let His Royal Highness King Yu die willingly. ”

Feng Changge waved his hand, and the last barely usable Lizi Lingqi burst out into a supreme flame, as if it was going to burn everything in the world, and also to illuminate his last light.

The master of the gods, the power of changing the heavens and the earth, directly soared into the sky, like an apocalyptic scene. This is also the maximum use of Feng Changge's disregard for the damage of the order flag, after all, a set of thirteen order flags lives and dies together, and it is useless to leave them alone, it is better to lose them all and burst out with a more dazzling light.

Standing in the flames, Ji Ziming's white hair was a little burned gray, stood up, and stared at the two of them in the flames. With both hands clenched, the true yuan enveloped the body, isolating the scorching flames.

"Take fire as a guide, and the true dragon as a sacrifice. All the inheritances of my great spirit are ...... my body: "The spirit dynasty belongs to the wood, and the wood pole makes fire, and the fire is prosperous, and the gold is decayed, so as to protect the wood."

The figure moved suddenly, and there was no afterimage left, just appearing in front of Bu Qianhuai. One punch, just one punch, shattered the ground, Bu Qianhuai's eyes widened, his chest seemed to be collapsed, and he was directly blown away by a punch.

With huge strength and speed, Qianhuai suffered a big loss, and Feng Changge also shot directly. Even if there is no Ling Qi, Feng Changge is also the pinnacle of the Mingshen realm, and the same punch is blasted out, Ji Ziming punches impartially, and the air waves impact, causing a huge crack on the ground between the two parties.

The moment Bu Qianhuai landed, he raised a foot of smoke and dust, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground to make traces three zhang long: "It's not bad!

Devote yourself to the battle, face the wind Changge fist, do not fall into the wind, but at the same time guard against Bu Qianhuai.

"Be careful!"

Out of thin air, the sword is in front, the person is behind, the blade is like light, and the figure is like electricity. The blade of the sword exuded a cold killing intent, and the fingers of the sword exuded a cold aura.

A rapid sword, there is no way to avoid it, when Ji Ziming is lacking skills, Feng Changge is pressing step by step, until the tip of the sword pokes into Ji Ziming's heart, but it is only a fraction of a centimeter. Bu Qianhuai then arrived, and the sword finger was directly pointed at the back end of the hilt, and the blade rushed forward, penetrating into the body, and the cold mang also entered the internal organs: "You are a fairy and it is difficult to save!"

Ji Ziming was deeply injured, and before he had time to fight back in the future, Bu Qianhuai withdrew his sword finger with his right hand, turned it into a fist, and directly won the face, and blasted out with a punch, going straight to Ji Ziming's death point.

And Feng Changge also made a decision immediately, loosened his fist and turned his palm into a knife move, and with one palm, Ji Ziming's left shoulder blade was broken. Between the trend, Bu Qianhuai clasped his head with one hand, Tai Chi appeared in his palm, and the void destroyed the real and directly sacrificed the killing move.

"Die!"

Pushing down, Ji Ziming's whole body was like a lightning strike, his seven orifices were bleeding, his eyes had long lost their brilliance, and only the flames around him, like a sunny day, were in the middle of a Jedi.

Looking at Ji Ziming, who was already powerless to struggle, Bu Qianhuai lost interest, turned around and slapped his backhand, flew out directly, and landed in front of the few remaining plum trees under the aftermath of the battle.

Lying on the ground, he was weak, but he let out the most piercing laughter: "Hahaha...... Die Together...... Why not die together?"

"Die together?" Bu Qianhuai raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You may not know that Yingsha is dead, but she will not return to Mount Tai, but will be gained by me, and all will be mine." When you die, you will come to the underworld, and you and she will never see each other, understand?"

Hearing this answer, Ji Ziming's heart was like ashes, the temperature around him was getting hotter and hotter, and the last flag of the word was also burned, making the surroundings as anxious as the middle of summer.

And the unflowering flower bones on those plum trees slowly bloomed, which was particularly poignant under this flame.

Tilting his head, Ji Ziming suddenly smiled, but with a smile and a smile, tears flowed out: "It's midsummer...... Hahaha...... Plum blossoms are blooming...... Plum blossoms, blooming. ”

This is the last sentence left by Ji Ziming.

At the same time, Li Duxing, the master of the too virtual view, felt something in his heart, and opened the heavenly book seized from the Zen Realm of Suffering, and the page where the Mu Dynasty fell, just like the previous one, showed a page of background, which was the appearance of the imperial capital when the Ling Dynasty was defeated.

"Ling Dynasty, is it completely dead?"