The dark shadow in front of me flashed.

puff!

Lu Ming's first feeling was shocked. He didn't believe that he was hit by the sword.

The second pain spread to his senses at this time, and it hurt so much that it was unforgettable.

The sword entered his throat, which made Lu Ming feel very cold. But then, he would feel an unprecedented heat, as if burning his life and soul.

Lu Ming's throat shot a scarlet blood line. When blood ejaculated from the wound, a strange sound would be made. If the flow was small, it would be as light as a breeze, and it would not be heard if it was not careful. And if the flow was large, it would make a sound like "swish..." or "hiss...".

Lu Ming realized that he was not far from death, and couldn't help but let out a sad cry in his heart full of injustice!

Underestimating the enemy.

He picked two people in a row, and his momentum and confidence pushed to the peak. He was not a strong man who had signed up for the title, and he never thought he would lose. As a result, such a man in black who seemed casual and took his life with one sword.

No, I'm not dead yet, I'm still angry!

The deer is like a fish that has been on the shore for a long time, lying on a pool of blood, or lying on a land stained with blood, and its consciousness is about to fall into darkness.

Suddenly, some warm liquid sprinkled on his face and neck. A faint smell of blood penetrated into his nose, and it was blood! Where did the blood come from?

The man in black? No, it's his own.

The moment when the consciousness sinks into the darkness, Lu Ming understands that he is the bait!

Before, how he treated the monks of the Great Wilderness and how he used it to lure the monks of the Great Wilderness to fight recklessly. Now, the man in black treated him.

A monk from the Three Life Dao came to rescue him. He fought fiercely with the man in black for a moment, and the ground was entangled in the air and ground. After a series of lights and shadows intertwined, the monk from the Three Life Dao spewed out a mouthful of blood. He then fought with the man in black for a while, and when the battle group separated, the sword in his heart fell to the ground.

The man in black was Tan Weiran, and fell with a different sword in his palm, and the halo was swelling.

A trace of light, a stream of light, was the endless differentiated sword energy. It accurately cut pieces of meat from the falling monk. If someone was willing to weigh it, he would definitely find that the weight of each piece was basically the same.

In Sanshengdao, this person fell for a short time. This person had been cut into pieces and was so painful that he was like he was in hell. The howling he made almost stabbed into other people's dreams like a knife, becoming a terrible nightmare.

Countless people in the Great Wilderness cheered, and they felt that what the man in black did was so satisfying. They all shouted: "Brother, if you do a good job, you will have to torture them to death."

"Look at how Lao Liu and the others were tortured. Kill them hard and deal with these beasts."

"Brother. If you can kill one or two more, I will call you brother."

Tan Weiran had no expression on his face, but there was a faint coldness on his lips. He raised his head slightly and stared at the monks of Sansheng Taoism dozens of miles away, revealing his attitude. It seemed as if he was saying to those enemies: How did you torture people before? Now I will give you a lot of money.

He couldn't see people dozens of miles away, but he believed that someone in Sanshengdao could see him, even his expression. This man was enough to make people crazy and howl, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth, which was enough to stimulate the other party.

He guessed it right.

His expression and his slaughter of bait really stimulated the Sansheng Dao side. The powerful man who broke the Void immediately became gloomy and turned around and swept back: "Who will take this person's head back?"

A group of big and small monks were ready to move, and one of them took the lead and shot towards the battlefield: "I'll go!"

Another powerful man who broke the void, Jaw Head: "He Yong is not bad, he is a little older. However, he has the strength to compete with the later stage of the God Zhao, and has a lot of experience in fighting."

This monk named He Yong turned into a faint light and came to the center of the battlefield through dozens of miles away. With a meeting, he locked the Tan Weiran below. Seeing that Tan Weiran did not flash much, a sneer appeared in his eyes: "Does the stupid boy think he is performing? He deserves it if he dies!"

It was like a goshawk rushing downward, wearing a set of metal claws of unknown material on both hands. Just looking at the cold light of the claws, you can tell that it is extremely sharp. It makes people feel unquestionable that these steel claws can easily cut people into many petals like pears.

However, when the next breath came, He Yong's confidence twisted on his face, screaming as if his lower body had just been castrated and he screamed: "What is this..."

bright!

The special road sword with a faint flowing light swelled in the palm of his palm, as if it had become a strange sun black hole. Even if he was ignorant, he could sense the terrifying power behind it.

A bright light burst out between the two, raging around like a shock wave.

When He Yong flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, a sword spirit of the world caught up with him and passed by, blood pouring into the sun, shining brightly.

It was really too fast, so close that a large group of monks of the Three Life Dao were still talking and laughing, and before their attention was focused on the battlefield, life and death were divided.

This is the third one!

The Sansheng Dao side finally became much more serious and no longer took it lightly. The powerful people of the Puxu looked at each other, their eyes swept across the faces of a group of Divine Zhao monks, and they were frozen on one person's face: "Qu Yuan, go! Don't underestimate the enemy!"

"Yes! Disciples never underestimate the enemy." Qu Yuan smiled grimly and stepped into the air.

The Three Life Dao side comforted him a lot, and Qu Yuan was also a genius young and powerful man. Therefore, the mid-stage Shenzhao can be comparable to the early stage of the Breaking Void, and there are at least dozens of blood from the Great Wilderness monks on his hands.

Qu Yuanyao stabbed a sword ten miles away, and the sword spirit was like a meteor of sparks, rumbling and shaking the air, and even vaguely opened up a shallow ditch mark along the way.

Sixty percent sword spirit!

When he said this, Tan Weiran stomped his feet and shook it, like a lightning breaking through the dark clouds, suddenly changing direction and turning to avoid the main power. With a swing of the sword of the special way, the sun-eclipse spirit swallowed up part of Qu Yuan's spirit.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought fiercely, and the sword light collided, and the eighth-level sword emitted dazzling sparks against the eighth-level sword.

Qu Yuan's body movement was quite unique, and he followed Tan Weiran closely, just like a thorn in his bones, and he could not get rid of it even if he used it in the air. Tan Weiran thought that his body movement was interesting, and he was quite interested. In an instant, he realized that it was not a body movement. It was a certain secret technique.

Oh, since it is a secret technique, there is nothing to study. I will send you back to my hometown in Jiuyou!

Qinglian's breathing technique shot. Qu Yuan had rich combat experience and was almost avoiding the vital points. Before he could be happy, he felt the inner armor light blooming on his chest, which instantly disintegrated.

What! He broke the seventh level inner armor with one move! Qu Yuan was shocked and retreated crazily, causing the fastest speed in his life.

No matter how fast it is, it is not as fast as the Bashi Sword!

Qu Yuan's chest hurt and he fled at a rapid speed. He was in the air without any sense of his body being divided into two tiles unknowingly.

The fourth one!

Qu Yuan was also defeated!

The powerful people who broke the Void on the Three Life Dao side had their faces ashen. Could they be a young master? Where did they appear?

Many people in the Great Wilderness did not recognize Tan Weiran. They were very surprised by this. Qu Yuan was not an ordinary person, but a genius of the Three Life Dao Shenzhao who was famous and killed a lot. Then they were infected by the atmosphere and cheered and laughed loudly with everyone, roaring at the Three Life Dao.

Tan Weiran, in the middle of the battlefield, said lightly: "Is it because there is no one in the Three Life Way?"

This sound came to my ears, and all the people in Sanshengdao looked extremely ugly. Several powerful people from the Void Breaking Look around and fell into one person: "Zhao Ziming! Go!"

"Remember, you are much stronger than Qu Yuan, and you are a person's weakness in melee combat or this person's weakness. If you play to fight melee, you will definitely be able to overcome it."

Zhao Ziming shook and disappeared. The monk of the Three Life Dao nodded with satisfaction. Zhao Ziming was both physically refining and very good at melee combat. With magical powers, he was definitely like a tiger. He was even worse than the missing Feng Hengtian, but he was also a first-class genius!

Almost at the same time, Zhao Ziming appeared three feet above Tan Weiran's head, and 60% of the fist spirits that were accumulating momentum fell on his head. Everyone could hear the turbulence of wind and thunder, and the air was blown up. The ground within a radius of ten feet could not bear it, and it fell down half a foot.

Tan Weiran, who has always had the ability to penetrate the air, was caught off guard by himself, and was rarely attacked by people in close proximity this time.

Countless monks from the Great Wilderness were shocked and angry. They cursed Sansheng and said shamelessly, playing sneak attacks, and the curses were full of rebellion.

Zhao Ziming is extremely confident in his full-strength attack. There are few people who cannot be killed with one blow. Even if he loses against Li Zhoulong, he can escape unstoppable. But this time, he really completely picked the wrong opponent.

This punch is not bad, not much inferior to Feng Hengtian back then. Shi Potian's shocking punch hit the clouds.

Back then, the ten-pound gold body could barely defend Feng Hengtian. Now that the cultivation level has improved and the physical body has become stronger. Although the golden body defense has no qualitative leap, it is one or two percent stronger than that year.

The fatal blow of Zhao Ziming was almost unharmed.

"Golden Body?"

The Great Wilderness and the Three Lives Dao side almost at the same time, they changed their horror at the same time: "Seventh-level Golden Body?! How is it possible!"

At this moment, Tan Weiran twisted his body and stomped his feet, and his strength penetrated and integrated into the fist spirit. He hit the fist with 60% of his fancy hands without any fancy. Zhao Ziming wanted to catch it, and his fist was like steel, swinging out a huge punch, but for some reason, this punch formed a time difference.

Puff! The fist hit the flesh body, Zhao Ziming wanted to express his contempt and play melee? That was what I played with. However, the overwhelming force that surged from the fist hit him. His sixth-level golden body was slightly supported like a bubble and then collapsed, and the light of the inner armor flashed.

The impact of physical strength hit Zhao Ziming's body, as if it was hit by a heavy hammer. Zhao Ziming's eyes were about to protrude, which was so terrifying!

The other party also refines his body, and he has achieved great success. The height he has reached in the process of refining his body is better than that of Zhao Ziming.

The elders were wrong, he shouldn't have taken action.

This person is at least at the level of Liu Xiaxin, or even at the level of Gu Shang, Feng Hengtian!

Zhao Ziming wanted to escape at this time, but it was too late.

Tan Weiran, who wants to use magical powers, at least he needs to get rid of the entanglement of him and will not give him any chance to use magical powers, would not get even in a moment.

Tan Weiran is not the kind of young monk who specializes in swordsmanship and is not good at melee combat. His melee combat level may not be top-notch, but at least it is also first-class. In addition, the solar eclipse spirit that has become extremely powerful when fighting, it is no problem to entangle Zhao Ziming.

Rather than saying it is a tangle, it is more like forcing Zhao Ziming to confront him head-on!

Relying on his strength to be strong, this move is actually very bullying. Just like Tan Weiran met a cultivator with strong cultivation before, the other party would always pick him up and fight him head-on.

To defeat others with strength!

Use power to suppress people!

Zhao Ziming was tangled by Tan Weiran and forced him to fight head-on for five or six breaths. Facing Tan Weiran, who was strictly guarding, the only chance to use magical powers was slightly blocked by the fifth-level Frozen Qianli.

It was not until seven breaths later that Zhao Ziming was punched by Tan Weiran and his heart exploded into a ball of meat paste.
Chapter completed!