Immortality and immortality, in Zhou Cong's memory, it seems that there is no such thing as a mortal world, not to mention ordinary cultivators, even Zhou Cong himself has the blood of an overlord, and he does not dare to say that he is immortal and immortal. The so-called immortality of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info may be in a specific environment, or it is just a hidden door!

But no matter what, the halberd in Zhou Cong's hand screamed, and his arm was sore, and he seemed to have exhausted all his strength with each halberd, but it was always like hitting a stone, except for the splashing sparks, Huang Xuanyi's body couldn't even leave a white mark.

Zhou Cong stood opposite Huang Xuanyi, panting heavily, his waist hunched, and his strong body was knotted. Countless golden rays of light, like small snakes, kept merging into the overlord halberd in his hand.

The dragon groaned, and the Overlord War Halberd seemed to come to life, roaring and struggling in madness, as if it sensed the wrath of its master, and it was about to tear the enemy to pieces.

The angry war halberd was like a giant dragon with teeth and claws, tearing the air apart, roaring and rushing towards Huang Xuanyi, the fierce murderous aura was like a martyr who had survived the easy water, and would rather use his life than drink the blood of the enemy!

The halberd is like a dragon, the dragon is like the wind, the world changes in a blink of an eye, and a halberd breaks the sky!

The halberd was like a hurricane, violent and domineering, sweeping the gravel on the ground, blowing Huang Xuanyi's hair, and his vicissitudes of life finally had a little solemnity, and it was only a trace.

Facing the halberd, Huang Xuanyi's thin hand slowly seemed to pass through the gap in the wind, and the flying sand and rocks seemed to have no effect on him.

Peng! There was an explosion, and Zhou Cong's body was like a kite with a broken string, staggering and flying in mid-air.

But Huang Xuanyi just took a step back, his face was pale and illusory, and the figure that had just stabilized was like a hungry goshawk, and he pounced on Zhou Cong very quickly.

This trick is determined to be successful.

Zhou Cong didn't even have time to panic before he felt a suffocating sharp aura cut through his skin. The murderous aura emitted by that figure made him unable to open his eyes.

"Ahh The golden blood spurted thin, he had done his best with this punch, whether the power that destroyed the world could let him escape, Zhou Cong didn't know.

All he knew was that he had no more strength, and he lay limp on the cold ground, and Na's cold feeling was desperate.

Huang Xuanyi's speed was fast, as fast as lightning. His cruel, greedy eyes stared at Zhou Cong. What he always wanted, could only be his, and it seemed that in just a second, that thing would always belong to him. But even for a second, he can't seem to wait!

The more crisis, sometimes people will be more calm, just in this second of interval, Zhou Cong's heart thought a lot, from recovering intelligence to meeting the master, getting to know Liu Yiyi, Zhao Min and Xiaobai.

He found that there were still many things in this world that he was nostalgic for, where was Liu Yiyi? Will she be sad for herself, but unfortunately she didn't fulfill her promise in the end and didn't rescue her.

He seemed to feel that his eyelids were a little heavy, and he couldn't help but want to sleep, maybe this sleep was the afterlife......

"No, I can't sleep, I can't die!" Suddenly he opened his eyes, and a ray of red light shot out, and he stood up with a bang, and in this second, he actually stood up.

The angry eyes, the thick bulging tendons, the huge fists, swinging out like a violent wind, the pain of the fingers across the skin, made him more sober, more angry, he was angry at the darkness of human nature.

Why, all those conspiracies are directed at themselves, what do they want?

His eyes were cracked, like a mad demon, and the monstrous demonic aura made his punch even more violent and ruthless! Hate lost his mind, and demonic thoughts temporarily occupied his body.

His momentum soared, and his cultivation after entering the demon seemed to have no end, as if it was about to break his body. The aura between heaven and earth kept converging, forming a huge vortex, frantically pouring into his body.

He has to vent, he has to vent this power, anger, hatred, and only by venting these evil thoughts can he keep a trace of his spirit alive!

Boom! The heavens and the earth shook, and this punch used all its strength, like a scorching flame, and smashed on Huang Xuanyi's shoulder!

Huang Xuanyi looked incredulous, and retreated again and again. A jet-black arm hung down, and the blood trickling from the immortal and immortal Vajra body wet the patches of red on the clothes.

He stretched out his left hand and brushed the messy hair that covered his vision, and the horror in his eyes was beyond measure: "Impossible, how did he do it? Doesn't it mean that the gap in the realm cannot be crossed, seeing that he is only a cultivator of the Dacheng realm, he can actually cross a great realm and turn defeat into victory!"

"No, this kid can't stay! Even if he fights to cultivate and fall, he will be killed!"

Thinking of this, Huang Xuanyi smiled predictably, and the laughter was like a ghost: "Even if you hand over that thing this time, you must die!"

Zhou Cong was a little tired, and the intense consumption made him even a child able to kill him, but he still held on to himself, and there was no trace of domineering on his body.

He pouted with his head held high, and said with a wicked smile, "It's up to you?"

This sentence made Huang Xuanyi stunned, could it be that this kid still has the strength to fight again? Could he really be a monster? How can there be a demon?

Zhou Cong's composure made Huang Xuanyi hesitate a little, the two of them held each other, Huang Xuanyi knew that Zhou Cong would not last long, with his cultivation, he hit such an earth-shattering punch, how could he still be so vigorous?

Taking advantage of Huang Xuanyi's lack of action, Zhou Cong frantically mobilized the domineering energy in his body, and his long-lost strength was recovering little by little. He couldn't help but be a little anxious, it would take at least two hours to fully recover at this speed.

But no matter how he mobilized, the domineering qi in his body was as thin as chopsticks, what should he do? Can it break out again? Zhou Cong smiled bitterly.

Huang Xuanyi began, tentatively approaching step by step, one step, two steps, three steps! Each step stepped on the ground, stepping out of a deep foot socket, like stepping on Zhou Cong's heart.

Zhou Cong's heart tightened for a while, he couldn't die, he really couldn't die, he still had a lot of things to do, and he still had Liu Yiyi suffering in an unknown place.

But he was angry, but he couldn't raise a trace of domineering.