"Kill—"

Wu Long burst into tears, his long black hair was like a waterfall, his eyes opened angrily, he stepped out, his momentum suddenly rose to the sky, the whole world shook, the mountains and rocks rolled down, and the river flowed backwards, like a demon king descending into the world.

He was very angry, it was like a smoke, from beginning to end, Niu Er never took him in his eyes at all, like an ant-like existence, especially the evaluation of him by the Martial King, which made him feel quite angry in his heart, and made up his mind to torture and kill him.

The secret art of the martial arts, the six styles of Vajra, inherited from ancient times, is powerful, and was found by the ancestors of the martial arts family in an abandoned cave, and since then the entire family has risen.

Wu Long has shown superhuman talent since he was a child, extremely intelligent, all kinds of spells can be learned, the realm is broken through layer by layer, known as the most outstanding disciple of the martial arts for thousands of years, has already mastered the six styles of Vajra, and at this moment it is completely displayed, and it immediately produces a powerful coercion.

Above the brilliant sky, a fist traversed the void, dozens of zhang long, golden light, like immortal gold casting, the power was monstrous, crushing a radius of hundreds of miles, the air was almost stagnant, the void trembled, and pressed down fiercely.

Niu Er's brows were cold, his entire body was scarred, almost like it was broken, and he seemed to fall down at any time, but in the face of the giant palm, he was not cowardly, and the palm of his hand stabbed out suddenly.

The dragon roared at Tianyu, and the monstrous evil qi suddenly erupted, condensing into an ink-colored hideous dragon, rushing towards the palm.

With a loud rumbling sound, the golden fist and the long dragon shattered at the same time, and the rolling aura swept in all directions like a tide, Niu Er's blood sprayed wildly, and his entire body was swept up by the wind, and he was thrown dozens of feet away.

Wu Long's body shook slightly, his brows frowned, and he could clearly see that in his right hand, a little eye-catching Yin Hong stayed in the palm of his hand, and his face was gloomy.

"Ahem...... What is the fifth little fairy king, it's nothing more than that. ”

In the distance, Niu Er's weak body, like a strong grass, stood up tenaciously in the cold wind, his face showed a hint of sarcasm, which made Wu Long even more angry, and his expression was as hideous as a mad demon.

"Niu Fuji, I'm going to break your body into ten thousand pieces, and I will point to the sky-"

There was a huge earthquake in the valley. The aura was surging, and with the magic seal formed by Wu Long's palm, suddenly a giant finger that supported the sky was erected in Cangyu, like a giant pillar of optimus, and the terrifying coercion was surging, suppressing the world of the eight directions.

Wu Long was furious, strode out, his body shot out like a shadow, and at the same time, his palm was suddenly pressed down. The fingers in the sky suddenly fell sideways, running through the entire valley and slamming down.

Niu Er smiled, and a glint flashed in his eyes. The spear suddenly trembled, and an endless evil aura rushed into the sky, turning into a fierce dragon, and its body was as black as ink. The first born with a single horn, his eyes were as red as blood, flashing with cold killing intent.

Divine Dragon Pantian!

The evil dragon roared with condensed evil energy. Teeth and claws, the body is like a long rope, circling and wrapping, wrapping the fingerprint layer by layer, and then suddenly forced, clicking, completely shattering the huge finger.

"Soldier Soul! How is this possible?"

Wu Long was slightly stunned, his face was gloomy like water, the fury in his eyes almost made him crazy, the true qi around his body suddenly exploded, the left and right hands were sealed at the same time, the sky was surging, and a golden strange handprint appeared, and the rolling coercion was better than before.

According to legend, the soul of a soldier can only appear in immortal weapons, and ordinary magic weapons can only produce a trace of spirituality if they are forged by some gods that seize the world and creation, and the probability is extremely low, and it can continue to grow stronger with the master's realm.

Unexpectedly, the inconspicuous black iron spear in the second hand of Niu actually had a trace of soul, which made Wu Long feel envious, jealous and monstrous hatred.

"King Kong Town Demon Seal!"

The mudra is like a mountain, radiating immeasurable golden light, and the blazing brilliance almost obscures the sky, turning lightly in mid-air, as if with a move, the evil dragon condensed by the evil qi was suddenly pulled by the invisible force, flying to the palm, no matter how hard it struggles, it is difficult to escape.

The five fingers, like a towering giant tree, were gently closed, and the roaring dragon was easily pinched into ashes, and the evil qi dissipated, and Niu Er vomited blood to the end, dying.

"Niu Fuji, you can finally die. ”

Wu Long's eyes were as cold as a knife, and he came to Niu Er's body with one step, and with a tap of his fingertips, the palm print fell suddenly, destroying the withering and decaying, and shattering all the mountains and rocks that were blocked.

Niu Er's eyes condensed slightly, a gleam flashed under his eyes, and a faint sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Is this all your strength? ”

At this time, the two of them were only three feet apart, Niu Er's right hand suddenly poked out, the ghost light of the evil dragon spear burst out, and the scales on his body opened layer by layer, like a real dragon with angry eruption, stabbed forward suddenly, the void shattered, and the iron spear instantly fell in front of Wu Long.

"You ......"

Wu Long was shocked, only to feel a piercing chill suddenly penetrated into his heart, and the muscles and veins all over his body seemed to be frozen, and his true qi was stagnant, watching the dark iron spear pierce into the dantian.

Outside of Baizhang, Wu Shouruo was blowing in the breeze, watching Wu Long torture and killing Niu Er with a faint smile, nodding from time to time, he was very pleased with Wu Long's comprehension of moves, but the sudden scene simply stunned him.

"Long'er—"

Wu Shou's eyes suddenly widened, he roared angrily, his body was faster than lightning, and he came to Wu Long's side in an instant, but Niu Er's speed was even better, his whole body flashed with silver lightning, and his eyes moved horizontally dozens of feet away.

Wu Long was on top of the dark iron spear, the tip of the spear sticking out from his back, and scarlet blood flowed down his body, bubbling like a small river, instantly staining the ground red.

"Why is this happening?"

Wu Long was stunned and whispered, lost his soul, the whole person seemed to have lost his fighting spirit, his two eyes were dead, as if he had aged for a hundred years in an instant, and looked at Niu Er in a daze.

The supreme pride of the past was actually hung on a gun, and this huge blow instantly shattered his confidence, and the whole person seemed to be dead, and it was difficult to bear such a trampling.

This is even more uncomfortable than killing him, a firm Dao heart is completely shattered, more serious than a Dao injury, this is a kind of heart demon, even if he cultivates to a higher level, when he becomes an immortal, he will inevitably fall.

In particular, Niu Er was obviously seriously injured and dying, and he had previously killed the three thieves of the wind and the four great gods and demons of Danqing Mountain, and the two combined monks of the Haoyang Sect, who were almost in the same position, but he was seriously injured with one shot.

It's just against the sky!

"Niu Fuji!"

The martial king's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were about to split, his silver hair stood upside down, and his heart was bleeding.

"Niu Fuji, put Long'er down for me, if he has three long and two short, the old man will break your body into ten thousand pieces, draw your soul and refine the lamp, so that you will never be able to live beyond life. ”

Niu Er smiled coldly and said, "You know that you are distressed when you arrive, and it is not impossible to let him go, then the martial arts immortal scroll will be exchanged." ”

"No way. ”

Wu Shou was furious, gritted his teeth, his eyes were like fierce beasts, radiating a gloomy and cold glow, and he wanted to devour people, and said: "Let go of Long'er, the old man can let you leave this place, and you can't make a move." ”

Niu Er smiled faintly, shook the iron gun in his hand, and suddenly a large piece of blood poured out of Wu Long's body, falling like rain, Wu Long snorted, like a dead corpse without moving.

"People are in my hands, I have the final say, could it be that this fifth immortal king, the descendant of the dignified martial arts family, is not as good as an immortal recipe, and it seems that his life is also very worthless. ”

"You ......"

Wu Shou's face was pale, and when he saw Wu Long's tragic situation, his heart was full of anger, and he wanted to slap Niu Er to death, and his face changed.

"Ahem......"

Suddenly a few light coughs, Wu Long raised his head, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, his pale face was gray, he looked at Wu Shou fixedly, and said: "Uncle don't bother, my grandson's dantian is broken, my tendons and veins are broken, and I am already a wasted person, so why bother with me." ”

"It's just that I can't repay the cultivation of my ancestors, and I have wasted the love of my parents and elders, for decades, I Wulong has been ashamed of the expectations of everyone in my family, known as invincible at the same level, but I ended up like this, I hope to join the martial arts family again in the next life, and repay the kindness of the family. ”

"Long'er, you ......"

Speaking of this, everyone felt that something was wrong, and before Wu Shou could stop it, they saw that Wu Long's body suddenly burned a layer of blood-colored flames, and the blazing fireworks, with a trace of divine aura, continued to erupt from his pores.

Niu Er gasped, he didn't expect Wu Long to spontaneously combust his true qi, burning his soul, seeing the raging flames, burning his clothes, cracking his skin layer by layer, and then shattering and turning into flying ashes.

This kind of flame is extremely domineering, only people who have the will to die will do so, after igniting, it can hardly be extinguished, the spirit is burning, and there is no possibility of escape.

"Long'er, don't. ”

Wu Shou screamed, his body pounced directly, Niu Er's spear was horizontal, and Wu Long's body was thrown out, and he was hugged by Wu Shou's true qi, and the violent aura was like a vast ocean, all wrapped around Wu Long's body, wanting to suppress the flames.

"Uncle, don't waste your true anger, my grandson doesn't want to live anymore, and Niu Fuji was born in the same life, but it is our biggest mistake, if he doesn't die, my martial arts family will never have a bright day. ”

Wu Long said lightly, his rough face gradually faded in the flames, his skin and flesh all disappeared, and he could clearly see that the bones of Senbai, the endless flames burned, shattering them into powder.

"Ahh ”

Seeing that the young master of the martial arts family turned into ashes in front of his eyes, Wu Shou was furious, his eyes were blood-red, like a bloodthirsty beast, the pale silver was angry, the pressure was mighty, and the entire valley was shaken, and all directions were shocked. (To be continued......)