Ke Zhouhe had a grim smile on his face, watching Duan Ling hit hard under his supernatural powers, and a wave of happiness suddenly rose in his heart.

"Even if the physical body reaches the middle stage of the fairyland, under my divine powers, I can still only die. He stared at Duan Ling, then raised his foot again.

It was a seemingly ordinary action, but at this moment, in Duan Ling's eyes, this action was extremely deadly. That foot is like a blade hanging over one's heart, and when it falls, it will reap its life.

"I can't take care of it. Duan Ling quickly made a decision, he couldn't let Ke Zhouhe's footsteps fall again no matter what.

He immediately unleashed the supernatural power he had just realized—the Spirit Falling Abyss, and his soul was now bright and unusually bright within his body. The shining stars were constantly running in regular motion, and countless points of light flew towards the Ke Zhou River from within them.

No one could see this scene, even Ke Zhouhe, who was a great consummation of the fairyland, couldn't notice it. These points of light instantly submerged into Ke Zhouhe's body and penetrated deep into his soul.

Ke Zhouhe's one foot seemed to be fixed in the void, and his whole person was motionless. And his soul felt a cold force inexplicably at this moment, as if he had fallen into an abyss. He immediately turned his cultivation, and his soul vibrated violently, shaking those points of light out of his soul.

Duan Ling violently spurted out a mouthful of blood, and there was a heart-rending sting pain in his soul that swept through his body. He gritted his teeth, and cultivated to continuously bless those points of light, which had already been shocked out of his soul by Ke Zhouhe, but at this moment, he suddenly touched them again like kraft candy.

Ke Zhouhe was terrified in his heart, this was definitely the weirdest supernatural power he had ever encountered. He cultivated again, and the majestic power on his soul shook suddenly, but he couldn't get rid of it completely, as if there was a force that was sticking these points of light tightly to his soul at this time.

Duan Ling kept spurting blood, and his face was constantly twisted due to the intense pain. Every time Ke Zhouhe resisted, his soul would be shattered a little because of it.

And every time Ke Zhouhe resisted, his soul could get some out of the abyss, and it also gave him a moment of sobriety.

Under this brief lucidity, he glanced at Duan Ling and saw Duan Ling's appearance. At this time, he had already determined that the strange change that appeared in him was caused by Duan Ling.

He was furious in his heart, and he was about to step down with his raised right foot, but at this moment, the soul power from Duan Ling pulled his soul down the abyss again, so that that one foot could never fall.

In this moment, he felt that he had once again lost the power to control his body.

Boom!!

A flame immediately rose from Ke Zhouhe's body, and the whole person was instantly enveloped in flames. However, these flames began to fade away, not extinguished, but burrowed into his body along the pores of his body.

Yes!!!!

Duan Ling let out a terrible scream, his whole body began to turn as black as charcoal, and a lot of flesh and blood suddenly turned into black ash and fell from his body, and in the blink of an eye, he was like a piece of charcoal, and it was difficult to see the shape of a person.

And Ke Zhouhe, at this time, his dull face was pale, and blood flowed out one after another from the seven orifices. In this confrontation, although Duan Ling suffered a heavy blow, he himself was not comfortable.

"Moving...... Hand ......." Duan Ling, who was like a coke at this moment, opened his mouth slightly, and spit out two words with great effort. It's as if the strength of his whole body is not enough for him to say these two words coherently.

Xue Yingwu, who was healing not far away, had already grown a brand new left arm at this time, and at the moment when Duan Ling spoke, she suddenly opened her eyes.

At this moment, she immediately saw Duan Ling, who was about to turn into ashes as if she had been burned by a blazing fire, and she was immediately anxious. From Duan Ling to this time, it was only a short period of time, and she only recondensed the left arm that had been shattered by Ke Zhouhe before, but Duan Ling's appearance at this time seemed to have been scorched by thousands of years of fire.

All this made her wonder, she didn't know what had happened in this short period of time, but she knew that Ling's life was in jeopardy at this time!

Shout!!

Her figure shot straight out, as swift as a streamer. Rushing towards Ke Zhouhe, who seemed to be sluggish and unconscious at this moment. This was an opportunity, no matter what price Duan Ling paid, in exchange for Ke Zhouhe's momentary sluggishness.

Since Duan Ling had already asked her to make a move, it must have been Duan Ling who temporarily restrained Ke Zhouhe by some means, so as to create such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Xue Yingwu strengthened the spirit of playing twelve points, and she wanted to send the strongest blow to Ke Zhouhe at this time.

Her white palm was raised, and there was a stream of light on it, and a powerful aura emanated from the palm, and it seemed that in this short moment, this palm had become an indestructible blade.

She dodged close to Ke Zhouhe, and her palm instantly slashed down at the top of the sluggish Ke Zhouhe's head, and the streamer on her palm poured down, submerged into Ke Zhouhe's head, and then passed through his standing body, and finally crossed from **** and submerged into the ground below.

Thundered!!!

The ground below shook violently, and Xue Yingwu's palm light drew a huge ravine on it. The surrounding mountains all collapsed and collapsed, but they were just in time to bury the bones on the ground.

Heaven and earth trembled, and everyone involuntarily stopped the fight in their hands and looked at the two strongest people in mid-air. It seems that the victory or defeat between them is the biggest condition that affects the victory or loss of the war.

Ke Zhouhe's consciousness was instantly clear, his eyes widened angrily, and his face was full of disbelief. He glanced at Duan Ling, and then at Xue Yingwu, who was standing in front of him at this time, with a hateful look flashing in his eyes.

A white light burst from between his brows. Suddenly, a bang erupted from within his body, and his body seemed to be stretched apart from his body by a living being, splitting in half.

"Big brother...... Liu Xiangyang and Fu Xin's faces changed greatly, and they shouted in unison.

Bang bang!!

Xiao Pan, Lin Dong and the others naturally did not let go of the opportunity for the two of them to lose their minds at this moment, and instantly launched a powerful attack on them, shocking the two of them to vomit blood and fly upside down.

"Castle Lord...... The lord of the castle is dead......"

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and all these monks in Wufeng City were frightened. Ke Zhouhe is a strong man in the Great Perfection of the Wonderland, and he is an invincible existence in the hunting of antlers. But he died, and now who else can lead them to conquer Tianji City?

Not to mention conquest, what everyone is thinking about at this time is whether they can leave from here? This is not the idea of one person or a few people, after all, once the commander dies, there is no longer a strong man on the battlefield who can dare to face Xue Yingwu.

They didn't have the confidence to fight any longer, because as soon as Ke Zhouhe died, they couldn't see any hope, and after a short pause, they began to flee in all directions.

However, the monks on the side of Tianji City were greatly boosted after Ke Zhouhe's death, and they slaughtered the monks who had fallen downhill in Wufeng City. It is no longer an even battle, but a hunter facing a prey.

Swish!

A black shadow fell from mid-air, it was Duan Ling, who was scorched black and could no longer see any human form. His breath was extremely weak at the moment, and the flame of life seemed to be extinguished at any time.