The plain forest is deserted, and the cold smoke is like weaving.
Where is the return journey, there are long pavilions and short pavilions.
At night, the cold air was strong, and heavy fog filled the mountains. The woods were desolate and the trails were sparse.
Ou Yangming moved quickly, and his figure started forward like a ghost. The road was lonely. He stood on the top of the mountain and looked far into the distance. The woods turned into an endless black arc, connecting with the dim sky and spreading into the distance.
He held the blood-coagulation spear tightly with the five fingers of his right hand and glided down the cliff.
Along the short and difficult mountain path, every step you take will make your knees sink into the dead leaves.
Ouyang Ming walked quickly, but now his location has been discovered by this group of believers.
This group of people was like a quickly closing sack, surrounding him. In his perception, the mountains were filled with dense sparks, some blue and some purple. Blue represented the spiritual power of the spiritual beasts, and purple Mars represents the mental fluctuations emitted by the all-spirited person.
In front of him, another spark was moving continuously, and it was countless times larger than the other sparks.
Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that this was a strong man at the pinnacle of spirituality, and what he did was to cut off Ouyang Ming's way forward.
As long as he intercepts him, Ouyang Ming will have no chance of escaping.
He remained silent, tapped his toes lightly, and swept forward.
Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness: "Quick, he is here!"
More than a dozen middle-stage spiritualists and a late-stage spiritualist quickly gathered around. This late-stage spiritualist had gray hair and wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were filled with blood, and he was holding something weird in his hand. There were two arc-shaped butcher knives, one with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, and the other with a thick and simple blade. The old man licked his lips and growled: "Catch the ones alive, you can hurt them but not kill them." As soon as the voice fell, The pair pounced on Ouyang Ming like a vulture, with the fastest speed, surpassing the others by dozens of feet.
Ouyang Ming's heart sank. He knew in his heart that he could only hope to solve this problem first. He suddenly turned around with his spear in hand and let out a long roar. Before his voice fell, his body had turned into a ray of light, facing the powerful force of the late spirit man. The hunter killed him and left.
The white-haired old man's face was happy, his feet were faster, and the butcher's knife in his hand made a hunting sound, with cold light overflowing.
Compared with him, Ouyang Ming's momentum was not weak at all. He kept thrusting out his spear, like a heavy rain hitting a banana plant, crackling, each one faster than the other, and each one heavier than the last, forming an airtight field of spears in front of him. Afterimage, his eyes sparkled, he pushed the spear forward, and the spiritual power in his dantian exploded. The shadow of the gun rolled forward like a surging wave in the river. Wherever the shadow of the gun passed, tree trunks, branches, leaves and even All the objects in the rocks are densely packed with small holes like needle holes, connected together.
Even after seeing such a majestic momentum, the white-haired old man's expression did not change at all. He snorted coldly and said: "It's a small trick."
As soon as the voice fell, the two weird pig-killing knives swung downwards. After a flash of white light, Bai Hu directly cut the gun shadow in front of him from the middle. This sharp force, even if it was spit with Xinghen Compared with the sharpness displayed, it is only a little weaker.
Ouyang Ming was not discouraged even though the sharpness formed by condensing a hundred spears into one was blocked. He quickly adjusted his mentality and took advantage of the opportunity to rebound. The spear drew a stunning circular arc. With a sliding step, the sweep turned into a stab, and he stabbed out with another spear.
The old man's face was still calm, and the blade in his hand was rounded like a windmill, and he cut it down with one stroke.
The two knives and the gun collided together, and a huge force was transmitted from the pig-killing knife to the old man, which directly shocked the old man's tiger's mouth to split open, blood flowed, and his arms trembled. A strange resonance erupted along the flesh and blood, and even he He almost threw the butcher knife in his hand.
The white-haired old man looked horrified and thought to himself, how could this be possible
For the first time, a solemn look appeared on his face, because he never expected that the power coming from Ouyang Ming's spear would be so amazing. It was much stronger than himself, and there was also a special kind of strength that seemed to melt all the flesh and blood on his body. They were all mixed together, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the resonance force.
Isn't this little guy a mid-level spiritual being? Why is it so powerful
The fierce look in Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed away, how could he let go of this opportunity.
The tyrannical spiritual power exploded, almost condensing into substance, and he exhaled: "What!" and made a strange sound wave.
Suddenly, even the howling wind in the night seemed to have stopped. The white-haired old man felt his head sink hard, his eyes turned white, he felt dizzy, his head sank, and he was stunned for a moment. Just for a moment, Ouyang The maple leaf patterns on the bright spear all lit up, extremely conspicuous in the darkness, and it stabbed forward fiercely, directly piercing the old man's heart.
It was only then that the old man's eyes regained their charm, but all the strength in his body had flowed out along with the blood.
A large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he cursed: "The Demon God will definitely make your life worse than death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head and took his last breath.
It's a long story to tell, but it actually all happened in a flash of lightning. From the white-robed old man rushing towards him, the two fighting, to Ouyang Ming breathing out his breath and making a weird sound wave, the total adds up to just a few breaths. It can be said that Ouyang Ming is so decisive, every move is concise and powerful, and has a purpose. Of course, with the blessing of the "extremely luxurious" equipment of the blood coagulation spear of the Star Mark suit, Ouyang Ming's strength has been infinitely close to the late stage of the spiritual being. When used in conjunction with the powerful mental power, he can instantly kill an unprepared spiritual being. The latter part is not surprising.
Ouyang Ming sighed in his heart. When mental power and martial arts are used together under special circumstances, it is indeed possible to achieve extraordinary feats when the enemy is unprepared.
It was only then that the dozen or so mid-level spiritual cultivators rushed over.
He said with splitting eyes, "This kid used magic to kill Deacon Fan and avenge Deacon Fan. The glory of the Holy Light is with us."
"Well, Lord Demon God will definitely make this kid's life worse than death."
"Kill..." This group of people came to kill.
In Ouyang Ming's perception, countless figures were approaching to surround him, and he didn't know how many people there were in the later stage of the spirit.
He took a deep breath, his eyes were cold, and he secretly thought in his heart, a quick decision.
The sky was filled with light, and various kinds of strange spiritual treasures were coming towards Ouyang Ming. The one at the front was a white ball of light, which directly illuminated the darkness. A bald man made a seal with his hands, and the ball of light suddenly expanded. Countless poisonous needles suddenly flew out, and behind the ball of light, a dark disc followed. The lines on the disc suddenly lit up like glass raindrops, and blue raindrops came crashing down.
The most terrifying thing is a formation disk with a pointer as big as a sword that keeps spinning, making the air roar.
With the blessing of the Star Mark Suit, Ouyang Ming is like turning into a gust of wind. The power of his spirit makes the surrounding environment extremely clear, just like daytime. Each movement is small, but he can always make a strange move. Angle dodged the attack, flashed his eyes, and rushed towards a gap.
"No, he's trying to escape, stop him!" someone exclaimed.
Immediately upon seeing this scene, three people came galloping towards him. With a flick of their wrists, they struck Ouyang Ming directly in the back.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred. Ouyang Ming's body was suddenly bent, like an antelope hanging its horns. This change was beyond everyone's expectation. He flicked the spear in his right hand and drew a line. Beautiful arc.
With a "click", a bloody head rolled down the hillside, and the blood spilled like splashing ink, making everyone feel chilled.
"One!" His voice was calm, but his speed was faster. He pulled his arms and legs outward at the same time, turning his body into an irregular arc. Another gun was thrown from the upper right, and an old woman was cut directly in the middle. The six organs were connected with blood, and it was thrown from the sky, which made people sick.
"Two!" His voice was lukewarm and he looked at the remaining old man.
The old man's whole body was cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave and his thoughts were frozen.
The steps on my feet were staggering and I was walking backwards, with a look of horror on my face...
Ouyang Ming sneered: "Aren't you going to arrest me? Come on, this meritorious service is right here, come and get it!"
The whole body of these believers trembled, and an old woman took a step forward, gritted her teeth, and said in a deep voice: "Master Demon God, as long as we hold him back, it won't take long for the deacon to arrive, and he won't be able to leave!" Before the voice could be heard, When she fell, her eyes became dull, and a dagger flew from her mouth, piercing her brain.
"Three!"
The sound was like a gangrene attached to the bones. It sounded again. Although it was dull, it sounded like a beating drum in the ears of these believers, making them feel dazed and trembling.
"Four!"
This sound was like a curse. Every time it sounded, someone fell into a pool of blood. These believers were scared, really scared.
The remaining seven or eight people retreated hastily, leaving their backs to Ouyang Ming. But with Ouyang Ming's star mark suit and blood coagulation spear, how could they escape? Just like chopping melons and vegetables, seven or eight people The fallen one fell deep in the forest and rested here forever.
Blood dripped down the spear onto the ground, tick, tick, tick.
Behind Ouyang Ming was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with broken limbs and arms, filled with a strong smell of blood.
Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace behind in a thousand miles!
The cold wind is blowing and the blood is filling the air!
The sky became brighter and clearer, and at dawn, the moon completely set.
Along the way, Ouyang Ming didn't know how many people he had killed, but if he didn't kill these people, he would die.
He rested on the tree trunk for a while, silent. There was a sense of evil about him. The low bushes were already full of dew. He wiped the blood-coagulated spear. The spear seemed to feel something, and the handle of the gun was like a maple leaf. The red suddenly lit up.
"Let's go!" He stood up straight, and a sense of determination appeared in him. He didn't want to die, so he would kill anyone who dared to stand in front of him. This was a kind of thing that even God could do. The determination to cut through.