Chapter 45: The Northern Underworld Retreats from the Enemy

"Ah......h

Lin Ziming hysterically waved the Nether Knife in his hand, and he didn't know how many tricks he used, every time he was about to approach Ouyang Xiu, he could never reach it, let alone hurt it.

"Bang!"

Ouyang Xiu slapped Lin Ziming out with another palm, giving him another way out.

"I'm going to make your life worse than dead. ”

At this time, the large and small wounds on Lin Ziming's body had already dyed his clothes red, but this did not make him lose his ability to move, on the contrary, the leyline divine dragon was completely active at this moment, maintaining a vitality.

He used the Nether Knife to prop himself up, not letting himself fall, maintaining the will to survive, but his injuries were also recovering quickly.

"Under the disparity in strength, you can still be so comfortable, step by step, you can also die as you deserve. Ouyang Xiu jumped and slapped it with one palm, forcing Lin Ziming to retreat.

He paced and approached Lin Ziming with a smile, such a gentle appearance made people feel comfortable, but Lin Ziming saw that there was only black and white, and the color of slaughter was depressing.

"Boy, I heard from my fifth brother that you have also received the magic power of the Blood Prison, and you have also cultivated a body of invincibility, now why not use it to take a look, otherwise it will be too late when it comes to death. Ouyang Xiu was playful, he suddenly didn't want the person in front of him to end up dying so easily, but wanted to change the interesting way.

Lin Ziming listened to the words, and he couldn't see through Ouyang Xiu's cultivation, but when he heard the other party, he was so understated, he must be full of confidence.

Quietly, his face couldn't help but turn even paler, and he thought about countermeasures. But in the face of this absolute power. Everything seems weak again.

"Huh. Needless to say, come on. ”

Lin Ziming was happy, and let the power of the blood prison rush in, and in an instant, his pupils were dyed a crimson color, and the momentum around his body skyrocketed several times, and the blood-colored mist loomed.

The Nether Knife trembled and whispered, as if it felt a long-lost enthusiasm. The blade, which was originally white and cold, was now red, and the red light continued to shine.

He slowly stood up, completely oblivious to his injuries, and the Nether Blade returned to his hand, incarnating as an invincible god of war, and rushed away.

"So good. A sneer appeared at the corner of Ouyang Xiu's mouth, like a hungry wolf pounced, and he jumped towards Lin Ziming.

Two people fight, one peerless knife technique. A man's fist to defend the world is intertwined at this moment.

"Boom!"

A loud bang erupted. It's like a bomb, shocking and breathtaking.

"The power of the Blood Hell seems to have increased a lot, could it be because of recent times. Lin Ziming took a few steps back, and landed lightly on the sand with a little strength.

"Okay, okay, the person in the world who can force me Ouyang Xiu to such a point will be you, a stinky kid. ”

Ouyang Xiu staggered and flew away, and after stabilizing himself, he was already embarrassed.

"Heh, I'm going to surprise you. Lin Ziming didn't have any other thoughts, so he immediately rushed forward and fought with Ouyang Xiu again.

Even though Ouyang Xiuduan is powerful, he is physically exhausted and cannot be used for a long time, and he is gradually at a disadvantage under such delays.

He didn't expect that Lin Ziming, with the power of the Blood Prison, would be able to keep pace with him and not fall behind.

"No, the weird long knife in his hand is also extremely difficult to deal with. ”

At this moment, he finally remembered, and his gaze fell on the Nether Blade.

In the blink of an eye, Ouyang Xiu jumped up, gathered all his strength, and came to Lin Ziming's side at once with an extremely fast speed.

"Bang!"

With a slap of his palm, he didn't know what means he used, and the Nether Knife fell into his hand.

"Boy, now that the knife is in my hand, I see what means you can use to fight me. ”

Ouyang Xiu grabbed the Netherworld Knife in his hand, but felt a cold aura pierce into his heart, and he didn't feel that his body trembled, and he hurriedly resisted.

"The blade of the evil sect. ”

As he spoke, he didn't want to be affected by it, so he threw it away casually and temporarily threw it into the vast desert.

However, how did Ouyang Xiu know that the Netherworld Knife could be said to be in harmony with Lin Ziming's mind, and it had reached the point where the human knife was one, how could he break off the connection like this.

I also have to mention that Ouyang Xiu took Lin Ziming's weapon, and I can't help but feel a little more contempt.

The night wind was howling and whistling.

"It must be done quickly, this kid can't use the knife, and he can't hold it up. Ouyang Xiu thought secretly in his heart, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he saw Lin Ziming taking the first step.

"Punch me!"

Lin Zi slapped out the fire palm tomorrow, but with an aura that seemed to be evil and good, it was extremely powerful.

"Isn't it ridiculous to get an axe in front of my door. Ouyang Xiu laughed, he was obsessed with fist kung fu all his life, how could he lose to the juniors, if this is the case, then it is called Yixiao and generous.

A mediocre palm, but it has given birth to a lot of rare charm, transcending the world, independent and independent, and becoming a family of its own.

Ouyang Xiu was proud, but he saw that Lin Ziming seemed to be deliberately approaching, wanting to get close to him.

"Boom!"

When the two were fighting, there was a sudden change in the scene, which was originally supposed to be Lin Ziming's invincible situation, but it changed to a different scene.

Ouyang Xiu's whole body trembled, as if his whole body was stimulated by an electric current, unconscious, Lin Ziming was by no means happy, at this moment, the Nine Heavens Xuannu Fan Luoshu was running desperately.

"Northern Spiritual Skill!"

"It's late!"

By the time Ouyang Xiu reacted, Lin Ziming had already lost sight of how many spirit elements he had accepted, and turned them into his own use.

"Bang!"

After a long while, Ouyang Xiu got out, where could he fight again at this moment, and quickly escaped.

For a while, Lin Ziming, who originally had three yuan and eight folds, took most of Ouyang Xiu's cultivation by this coincidence, and was in a state of saturation.

When Ouyang Xiu fled, before he could react, two figures appeared in his true body, and the cold light appeared, wanting to take the opportunity to kill him.

"Bang!"

Ouyang Xiu hurriedly slapped a few palms to deal with the people in the dark, but it was an unintentional move, and he fled with far-fetched intentions.

"Young palace master. ”

The people who came were Fu Hu and Fu Tianqi, who were holding the Netherworld Knife in their hands, and they were respectful, but they returned the knife to Lin Ziming.

"You have done a good job, and when you return to the Vulture Palace tomorrow, you will be rewarded by Grandma Tong. ”

"It's a matter of duty. ”

"I have my own measure in mind. ”

Despite this, the two of them were about to kill Ouyang Xiu, the uncle of the Ouyang family, and they had no worries about turning back to the Ouyang family.

"I'm fine here, so let's go and pick up Elder Chen first. ”

"Yes. ”

The two of them disappeared into the night.

At this moment, Lin Ziming retreated from the power of the Blood Prison and returned to his original appearance, but the meridians were filled with a large number of spiritual elements that did not belong to him, and there was nowhere to go.

"The fewer people who share the power of the Blood Hell, the more powerful it seems to be, and the more free it will be. ”

He also abandoned his horse and disappeared into the night, but ran to the sand to find a quiet place to retreat and practice. (To be continued.) )