Chapter 1,492
Zhenjun Beiming roared angrily, raised his hand and grabbed the Black Nightmare Knife, trying to pull out the magic weapon.
Ouch—
The three demon wolves rushed out, and as soon as the magic weapon's weapon spirit came out, it bit into the soul of Beiming Zhenjun. Beiming Zhenjun raised his hand and waved, boom! boom! boom!
Keep hitting the three-headed demon wolf.
The three-headed demon wolves were continuously blasted away.
True Lord Beiming even took one step forward, trampled the three demon wolves under his feet, grabbed one of its heads and twisted it hard, directly twisting off one of the wolf heads, and the Black Nightmare Sword let out a whine.
The weapon spirit was injured, and it was also damaged, and the demon lake above dimmed.
True Lord Beiming was completely angered and became extremely violent. He grabbed the other two heads of the three-headed demon wolf with both hands and pulled them out fiercely. The Black Nightmare Sword trembled violently and turned completely dim.
True Lord Beiming pulled out the Black Nightmare Sword fiercely and threw it on the ground.
A pair of fierce eyes stared at Long Xiaoshan.
A cold chill ran down Long Xiaoshan's spine.
As expected, he is a golden elixir monk who is very cruel.
Not even a terrifying magic weapon like the Black Nightmare Knife can stop him in the slightest.
"Boy, you have completely angered me." Beiming Zhenjun's eyes were cold, as if he had changed into a different person. He was furious and crazy just now, but now there is no sign of madness.
But Long Xiaoshan felt that the current True Lord Beiming was much more terrifying than before.
The successive losses suffered by Long Xiaoshan made True Lord Beiming extremely angry. Even though he was a dignified True Lord of Golden Core, even if he only had his soul left, the Qi Refining monks were still ants in his eyes, and now he was actually injured by an ant. , and more than once.
True Lord Beiming rolled his eyes, and an extremely dangerous aura rose up.
True Lord Beiming raised his hand, and the cold energy gathered, turning into a long ice crystal sword. He raised his hand and struck out with a sword. It is impossible to describe the mystery of this sword. With a flash of cold light, the Samadhi True Fire had exploded.
After splitting the Samadhi True Fire, the knife struck directly on Long Xiaoshan's divine body.
Click!
A huge gap opened in Long Xiaoshan's golden armor.
A powerful sword rhyme almost split his divine body into two.
The divine chakra behind Long Xiaoshan's head trembled violently.
The light dimmed a lot.
If Long Xiaoshan hadn't been promoted to the status of a god in the Changping Formation, and his divine body was protected by golden armor, he might have been wiped out by the sword just now.
True Lord Beiming shrank his eyes.
He seemed a little surprised.
Although his sword was only used by his soul, it was less than 1% of his previous power. Even Xiantian could kill with one sword. It was beyond his expectation that Long Xiaoshan's spirit could block it.
Little did they know that before promotion, Long Xiaoshan's divine body was comparable to the innate. Now after promotion, Long Xiaoshan's divine body is far stronger than ordinary innates.
True Lord Beiming looked indifferent, raised his hand, and was about to strike out with his second sword.
Just a Qi refining monk.
Being able to get him to use two swords is incredible.
When Long Xiaoshan saw True Lord Beiming raising his hand to strike a second time, he didn't dare to carry it again. The previous strike had almost destroyed his soul.
The divine body merged with the physical body instantly.
At the same time, the forty-nine acupuncture points on the top of the head are lit up.
boom!
An extremely crazy murderous aura surged out.
At this point.
How could Long Xiaoshan care about the sequelae of the blood of the killing god
Or crazy!
Or die!
He chooses to be crazy!
As soon as the blood of the God of Death was activated, Long Xiaoshan immediately turned into the complete form of the blood demon. The terrifying murderous aura whined and roared in the void, and the blood instantly dyed the entire ice cave red.
Even Zhenjun Beiming's hand trembled. He was the soul and the most sensitive to murderous intent.
"What a terrible murderous intention."
Even if he is True Lord Beiming, he has seen countless strong men, innates, and even golden elixirs in his previous life. In terms of strength, Long Xiaoshan is not ranked high, but in terms of the terrifying murderous aura, what Long Xiaoshan is unleashing now is unheard of.
He had seen the Bloody Hand Butcher, who was famous for his murderous aura, and compared with Long Xiaoshan, he seemed to be even worse.
"How many people has this kid killed? How could he have such terrifying murderous intent? It's impossible. The Bloody Hand Butcher slaughtered three cities, but he didn't have such terrifying murderous intent." Zhenjun Beiming was affected by that murderous intent. , very uncomfortable.
If he had a physical body, that would be okay.
With his cultivation level, no matter how strong the murderous intent is, he can still stop it.
But now that he was a soul, he was injured again, and he was directly exposed to such terrifying murderous intent.
It's easy to make him confused.
"Suffer death!" Zhenjun Beiming could not delay it any longer. With such murderous intent, he was afraid that he would lose his mind after a long time.
He waved his hand and slashed towards Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of deathly gray eyes, containing destruction and death.
Being stared at by these eyes, Zhenjun Beiming felt that his vitality was constantly draining away.
Whoosh!
Long Xiaoshan stabbed out with a spear, and the death-gray killing power flowed on the golden thunder spear, colliding with Zhenjun Beiming's sword.
boom!
Long Xiaoshan flew out, hit the rock wall, and fell deeply into it. Even if Long Xiaoshan was in the full form of the Blood Demon, he could not compete with Zhenjun Beiming.
But soon, Long Xiaoshan rushed out.
His body was dripping with blood, but due to the strong recovery power of the Blood Demon's body, it was not fatal.
After activating the blood of the killing god.
Long Xiaoshan has completely lost pain, fear, fear and other emotions.
He only had one thought left - kill!
No matter what is in front of him, this sky, this earth, and nothing in this world can stop him.
kill! kill! kill!
Long Xiaoshan and True Lord Beiming collided again and again.
Every time he was hacked away by True Lord Beiming.
But every time, Long Xiaoshan was able to come back immediately, and his power became more ferocious.
However, the power of True Lord Beiming is constantly weakening.
This is the terror of the Demon Eye of Annihilation.
You can extract the opponent's power and convert it into your own killing power.
As long as he doesn't die, Long Xiaoshan can grow infinitely with the power of the Demonic Eyes of Annihilation.
"Damn it! What kind of monster is this guy!"
Beiming Zhenjun looked down at him like an ant from the beginning, and then became more and more frightened. Later, he even developed the emotion of fear, because he clearly felt that his power was weakening, death was entangled in him, and he was affected by it. Affected by the murderous aura, Beiming Zhenjun's sword skills have become somewhat chaotic and are not as powerful as they were at the beginning.
The opponent's strength is constantly increasing.
From the beginning, it was easily knocked away, and now it is at least three to seven. If it continues, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Boy, you are too arrogant!"
The soul of Zhenjun Beiming burned crazily, and he used the pinnacle sword at any cost.
This knife was indescribably terrifying.
It directly split Long Xiaoshan's body, and even the blood demon's body could not stop it. The rhyme of the sword penetrated Long Xiaoshan's body, and Long Xiaoshan was thrown out like a rag. This time, he did not get up.
No matter how terrifying the blood of the God of Death is, it has its limits.
The sword of Beiming Zhenjun burned the true essence, and he already had a trace of the style of a true golden elixir powerhouse.
Of course, the price is also huge.
True Lord Beiming sheathed his sword. His soul trembled violently and almost collapsed. He was now so weak that he was less than 10% of the strength he had before the battle. He never imagined that a mere Qi Refining cultivator could make him even desperate.
Fortunately, I finally got this guy.
True Lord Beiming looked at Long Xiaoshan's broken body, and even wanted to rush in and seize the body while it was hot, so as to avoid a long night and many dreams.
Just then.
Boom!
The cave shook violently, and a huge, bare head drilled through the rock wall. .
(End of chapter)