Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Looking at the head of Brother Wu Yuan, Zuo Shisan suddenly disappeared.

The scarlet whip, that was a top-level spirit treasure, the thirteen from the left was about to regain the head of Wu Yuan, the whip seemed to have an induction, and the whip was flipped fiercely, the barb turned into a scarlet sword, and it was cut directly to the left thirteen.

"boom!"

Slaughter the dragon slashed out, the scarlet sword shattered and turned into a river of blood.

"Thirteenth from the left, you are the second!"

"On the blood kiss whip, you will never be born again!"

Ming Yin grinned, and at the same time, above Ming's body, there was a sudden thunderbolt-like sound, which was a manifestation of a certain physique.

The blood is like a tiger, the blood is proud of the sky, and the blood is abundant.

Ming has a blood tiger body, and it is a great body. The blood tiger fighting body, cultivating blood evil, is very suitable. The battle body under Dacheng has the qualification to challenge the Eucharist.

"Your strength is very strong?"

Ming raised his hand, the road collapsed, and Ming's feet had turned into an abyss. A little action, the power contained, is simply a mountain.

In the back mountains, the thirteenth class from the left carried the blood Ningzi, and the Xiao Ming King Kong Qi yelled and became famous. And Ming's blood tiger battle body has been completed, there is no need to hide here.

The **** torrents have already gathered, it is a **** tiger with a thousand feet, roaring to the sky, as if to swallow the left thirteenth.

Ming waved his hand, it was a punch, and the blood tiger had already rushed to the left thirteenth.

The thirteen on the left was even colder at this time. He didn't get the head of Brother Wu Yuan, and the thirteen on the left was also killing him.

The blood tiger condensed, and the thirteen left did not even evade, still moving towards the blood kiss whip.

The power of terror, the abyss of determination, the thirteenth left is ignoring.

"Don't hide? Then go to death?"

Ming is arrogant. As the saint son of the God of Blood Sect, Ming is the top spiritual venerable. When he encounters the weak and small corpse Dao Sect, Zuo Thirteen, it is simply crushed.

"Boom!"

The blood tiger descended in front of the thirteenth from the left, and the surrounding space turned into blood tiger patterns, and every pattern contained terrifying power.

This punch is about to kill the thirteenth left.

And Zuo Thirteen still didn't evade, but looked at the blood kiss whip coldly.

The blood tiger came down the mountain and swept across the world!

The blood fiend burst out, but it bypassed the thirteenth left, and even after the punch, it blasted the thirteenth left, just a ripple.

A layer of ripples appeared on the thirteenth from the left, and the thirteenth from the left disappeared again.

"what?"

Of course Ming was stunned, and the thirteenth left was taking a punch. With the "weak" breath of the thirteenth left, how could he bear it.

At the same time, the blood kiss whip once again transformed the scarlet sword, and Dragon Slaying went back and forth, instantly suppressing the blood kiss whip, and the thirteenth left from the barb grabbed Wu Yuan's head.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The thirteen from the left did not turn his head, Ming's fist blasted to the back of the thirteen from the left again.

With three waves, the **** armor condenses on the back, forming a black shield.

"This armor?"

Ming finally saw clearly, the armor on the left thirteen body, with amazing defensive power, actually blocked the Dacheng combat body.

But when Ming was shocked, Zuo Thirteen slowly turned his head and said coldly: "Take revenge for Brother Wu Yuan with your blood!"

In the blood evil spirit, a crack appeared in the space, and all blood tigers roared.

It was a light, a horse, and a figure.

It is impossible to predict, see through, or block.

The thirteenth from the left is too fast, the flesh absorbs so much in the illusion, Jiugong Mountain, the zombie body, the Qibao corpse alchemy, and the Sanya mysterious art form one. What's more, the thirteenth from left at this time is still wearing a Taoist armor!

With a direct punch, Ming couldn't avoid it at all, because it was too fast.

"boom!"

A set of armor also appeared on Ming's body. It was blood-colored, like a unicorn scale. As soon as it condensed on his body, it was hit by the thirteenth left.

Sheng Ziming spit out a mouthful of blood. This power was too strong, and the internal organs were cracking a gap. This power made Sheng Ziming back again and again.

"This is impossible!"

Shengzi Ming still wanted to resist, the tiger roared, and the blood tiger fighting body was completely aroused.

But when he retreated, the thirteenth left came to the side of Sheng Ziming again, raised his fist, the Taoist armor, formed a glove, and protected both fists.

"Why do you want to kill Senior Brother Wu Yuan, why?"

The violent power blasted the blood tiger on the spot. Only the fist, the light and shadow of the fist, that is the spatial pattern, ripples, blasting Shengziming into the nearby shop.

Streets and roads were shattered, and everything in the shop, even all kinds of treasures, was shattered by the thirteenth from the left.

How strong is the fist of the thirteenth from the left, the unicorn holy armor on Sheng Ziming's body is also one of the top spirit treasures, one of the twelve holy armors of the Blood God Sect, which was passed down 30,000 years ago.

Not every generation of Sons is qualified to have the Holy Armor.

But now, under the fist of the left thirteenth, the holy armor was shattering, and Ming was spitting out a mouthful of blood, eyes full of unbelievable.

If other Tianjiao see it, it will be even more shocking.

How could the "weak" left thirteenth be able to crush the top spirits.

"It's absolutely impossible!"

As if going crazy, a blood-colored crystal appeared on the center of the eyebrows on Leng Ao's face, and the crystal emitted a series of rays. These rays all represented death.

"Death line cut!"

Ming's Blood Tiger battle body had already suffered severe damage, and without using the Blood God Sect secret technique, it was impossible to block the thirteenth left.

"Tianyan Beast Fist!"

The thirteenth from the left didn't care, still clutching the Qilin Sacred Armor, and then exploded the Tianyi Beast Fist again.

From burst to spiritual defeat, six punches, without pulling again and again, blasted out at close range.

Ming was suffocated to death, and being so close, Ming finally couldn't bear it, and the death line was cut on the thirteenth left, leaving a **** mark. The armor on the thirteenth left could still be easily blocked. .

"The Dao God Armor, the Dao God Armor you have!"

Ming roared, too wronged, Dao God Armor is a cheating device, and only an artifact can cut away Dao God Armor.

"Tu!"

The seventh punch also blasted out, and the thirteenth from the left was not talking nonsense. This was completely revenge for Senior Brother Wu Yuan.

Moreover, the thirteenth from the left was in a hurry to find the Lan Xue Palace, the memory of the Lan Xue Palace in the province, and other things.

As soon as the fist of Tu Zhi was out, Ming screamed again, the Qilin holy armor was completely destroyed, and Ming was bombarded into the abyss.

The blood evil spirits around him slowly rose and fell, and the thirteen pairs of fists on the left were full of blood, all of which were dark.

"Senior Brother Wu Yuan, go slowly, you are in Huangquan, waiting!"

The thirteen from the left looked at the abyss and did not leave. The Dragon Slaying in his hand clenched tightly again, and the blood kiss whip in the distance slowly floated, turning into a river of blood-colored swords, pointing to the thirteen on the left.

Ming was not dead, and Zuo Thirteen knew that Ming was indeed very strong.

The breath of Lingzun finally broke out from the thirteenth left, black iron wings burst out, and at the same time the hidden hand that covered the sky blasted towards the abyss on the spot.

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