Supreme Demon

The 711th chapter

Two forces are confrontational!

They fell from the sky, just like destroying the storm, causing a huge shock wave to the canyon, a wave of waves, tearing apart the mountains and rivers, the frenzy like water, pouring down.

"Boom!"

Ling Feng stepped back one step backwards. The third heavy stone gave off Yingying's fire. What surprised him was that the giant force weighing more than two million kilograms was actually resisted by the holy soul. However, the soul san also paid for it. The price of blood.

His whole body was shaken out, the tiger's mouth exploded, the bones were cracked, and blood was flowing down his arm.

"This is your full strength."

The soul of the holy sneer, despite the painful grin, but the eyes are very sinister, since entering the three wilderness, he has never eaten such a big loss in the hands of a warrior, and several times of attacks have no fruit, even their own injured.

This makes him cold and arrogant, can not tolerate.

"You have a lot of nonsense."

Ling Feng glared at the third heavy stone, and his eyes slanted to the soul of the Holy Spirit. He did not put this Wu Zun in his eyes. Under the circumstance of the seven gods, he was suddenly the resurrection of the Valkyrie.

"I hope you can still laugh later!"

The soul of the holy anger is skyrocketing, his face is more sinister, but the face is not showing.

He slowly flew up, his body was black and lightning, and the "kick" flashed out, suspended on the top of his head. The double axe in his hand slashed eighteen toward the void. Each axe was heavy, and they were themselves The weapon of the body warrior is more brilliant under the urging of the soul saint.

"boom!"

When the eighteen axes emerged from the sky, the entire valley was dimmed.

It’s not that the sky is darkening, but the axe is too bright. They form a person, and the body is in the virtual light, and it can’t be seen clearly, but the sharp momentum has risen to the ground and wants to break through the world.

"Wu Shen!"

At this moment, Ling Feng's face changed, and he stepped back in a cold, and the power of the gods further boiled. When the Wushen appeared, he understood it. It was not only a double axe, but also a brand of Wushen. As long as it is sacrificed, you can take a hole in the sky.

However, he also saw that although the soul saint is strong, it still can't be branded by the **** of war. The true **** can play it out. At most, it is the level of the first-class Wuzun peak, but it is also much stronger than the previous one, unless it is the leaf. I am glad to be such a enchanting genius. Otherwise, in the realm of the first-class Wuzun, there are indeed few people who can defeat the soul holy.

"Death!"

When the **** of the gods flew out, the soul of the holy eyes was hot, this is a unfavorable blow, and the Wusheng, which fell at his feet, even the Wuzun must panic. Although the boy is a little perverted, he also wants to smash. Valkyrie brand.

His double axe pressed hard, the violent force, madly poured into the brand of Wushen, the next moment, that figure opened his eyes.

"boom!"

At that glance, let the air explode, the crazy momentum, reversing the world.

He seems to wake up and despise the heavens and the earth. The momentum of the Valkyrie is also fully revealed. The Lingfeng is frightened. Although it does not have a substantial attack, Lingfeng has lost in the momentum.

"Wu Shen?"

Ling Feng was shocked first, then quickly calmed down, he smiled coldly, said: "Unfortunately, he is not really a **** of war, I even killed the young **** of the gods, not bad this one."

After that, the third heavy stone violently squatted, the heavy weight pulled out a dark road in the void.

"Boom!"

However, this time beyond the expectations of Ling Feng, the brand of Wu Shen is very wild, raising his hand and pressing down, a violent force, turned into a palm print of 18, a palm of the hand, the triple stone will be Weakened a few points, and the entire world where the eighteen palms were pressed was subverted.

"boom!"

The thirteenth palm let the third heavy stone come to an abrupt end, and the eighteenth palm is to fly it back, and it slams into the wind, and the wind blows hard, and the result is also tempered by the shock, backward After two steps back, his face was completely dignified.

That palm print is too ghostly, quick and overbearing. Although Wushen does not have the power of real martial arts, the precision of vision and the power of control are not comparable to the soul. In this respect, the wind has to suffer big losses.

"However, today is your anniversary!"

The soul of the holy yin test laughed, his body is rolling, is being branded by the **** of war, the entire face is bloodless, so the laughter is also like a ghost, it makes people look upright.

Then, the brand of Wushen fell from the sky, and in one step, it was in front of Lingfeng, and stepped on both feet.

Step on kill!

Obviously, Soul Saint has been stunned by the name of Ling Feng, and this move is undoubtedly the same way to put Ling Feng on his feet.

This is the strongest shame!

"I want to kill me."

Lingfeng's face was disdainful, and the third stone smashed the past unceremoniously. Then, his dantian Feixia, the broken blade emerged in a gorgeous light, with the burning of ice on it.

"call!"

The next moment, it blooms and turns into a rounded Tai Chi in the Void.

"boom!"

The brand of Wushen was resisted, even though it tried its best to open the triple stone, but when the broken blade appeared, he was not so calm, and “tearing”, one foot of the brand of Valkyrie was pulled out. A scar.

No blood flies out, only the virtual light is scattered.

"Oh!"

At the same time, there was a scream in the soul saint. His face was stunned, like a chopping knife, and his left foot was flowing with red blood.

"Do you integrate yourself into the brand of Valkyrie?"

Ling Feng’s eyes flashed, and it was instantly clear. The brand of Wushen was extraordinary. He wanted to maximize his terrorist power. Naturally, he should integrate all his spiritual power and force, and the soul san is even more perfect. It is divided into a virtual body and integrated into the brand of Wushen.

It can be said that the brand of Wushen is his virtual body.

The problem is that with his current realm, he can't play the brand of Wushen, and once he is killed, he will be seriously injured.

"What is it? You must die today!"

His hands spread out slowly, urging the brand of Wushen, and for a long time, all the palms of the sky rushed down the sky, each palm was huge like a mountain, heavy as a peak, and then all came to Lingfeng.

It is not a single, but eighteen gestures, representing different powers, but it has sealed off all the retreats of Ling Feng.

Magnificent, shocking!

Undoubtedly, this is not Wu Zun's martial arts, but from the brand of Wu Shen, belonging to a magical skill.

"You are trying to rhythm with me?" Ling Feng smiled, his face scorned, and his skills were unattainable for many warriors. Even Wu Zun martial arts, in front of the gods, Short stature is not visible.

It is a monument!

It’s just that the momentum can make it difficult for people to raise their heads. However, Ling Feng is different. People are shocked. They can definitely marry Wu Zun’s martial arts. The next few will be even more terrifying.

But this is not enough to be comparable to God's skills, then there is only one answer.

Truncence!

"bass!"

A tremble, bursting from the blood of Ling Feng, turned into a dagger, flying from his fingertips, and under the cover of the burning of ice and the power of seven gods, it shines, Can't see the truth.

"A knife to kill you!"

Ling Feng shouted, and it was very arrogant, and it was very incomprehensible.

Almost as soon as his voice fell, the sky flew out and directly tore the void, pulling out a long black awn, but the black mang was fleeting, and the whole world seemed to calm down.

The palms of the light rolled in and collapsed, causing the surrounding rocks to collapse more severely. Many warriors have already withdrawn from the distance. Even Ye Xinran, Aojiao and Lingqing are like this. This kind of battle involves The power is too terrible, it is not a few that Lingqing can match.

At this moment, Ye Xinran also confronted a mysterious Wu Zun, who is killing all the way, and has no time to take care of Ling Feng.

"The wind is big, the rain is small, there is a fart!"

The soul of the holy heaven laughed, he did not feel the slightest pressure and no edge between the heavens and the earth, which means that the light of Ling Feng has been destroyed by the palm of the hand.

"Silent, does not mean the temper and temperature."

"Smile, it doesn't mean you won't be angry!"

His low-pitched eyes lifted up, and a arrogant escaped from his eyes, like a wild horse roaring unscrupulously. "It disappears, it doesn't mean it won't reappear!"

"choke!"

The sky is low, and a dagger flies out of the void. It is abrupt and introverted. The whole space is like being cut off. There is a void underneath, letting it pass through the air, it is unstoppable!

Flashing, empty!

This is the true meaning of the tragedy!

Although it is not strong enough, it is not as embarrassing as the gods, but its sharpness is impossible to block any magical skills!

It is like a king, detached!

"laugh!"

A void was pierced, and the scorpion disappeared again. At this moment, the soul san finally changed color, his eyes panic, and he wanted to go backwards, but it was obviously too late.

A glimpse!

Who is fighting for it!

"call out!"

The scorpion flies past the body of the soul, like a knives, and a blind eye breaks into the void, no one can really see the dagger.

"Call, wipe..."

The palm of the hand was quickly photographed, but when it was three feet away from Lingfeng, it collapsed and burst into a glass of heaven, followed by the brand of Wushen, which quickly cracked. When the wind blew, it dissipated. .

"puff!"

Until then, the soul of the soul of the Holy Spirit broke a blood line, thick blood, mixed with the white brain, from his cheeks, his eyes despair and sad.

Despite all his efforts, he still couldn’t resist the dagger.

"That is a murderer against the sky!"

He wants to scream in the sky and let everyone know that this murderer is more terrible than the weapon of the gods. As long as it is exposed, even the martial arts must come to kill the boy.

Unfortunately, his throat squirmed, but was drowned by blood.

thump!

A Wu Zun fell.