Chapter 148 Battle Beyond Limits

Then, the gloomy and cold voice came out of Xuanmo's mouth again, "appear! Ghost Power - Death Tombstone!" Yes, the dark clouds in the air are the precursors to the release of the death tombstone.

The next moment, the vortex-shaped ink cloud began to be torn as if it had been torn. Suddenly, many doors of different-dimensional space were opened in an instant. When the bound white-clothed fighting saint still didn't understand what was going on, many dark tombstones suddenly fell from the door of different-dimensional space.

The dark tombstone quickly hit the six white-clad fighting saints wrapped in the cursed aura with the dark power of hell. In just a few seconds, all the white-clad fighting saints had been blown to the ground by the ghost power brought by the tombstone, and the tombstone disappeared the next moment.

Due to the weakening effect of the cursed aura and the strength of the death tombstone skill, the six white fighting saints have suffered a lot of damage to varying degrees, and even the injured wind fighting saint just now spit out blood. Moreover, the power of the death curse brought by the death tombstone has reduced their combat effectiveness to another level. Even the six saints themselves never thought that this skill would be so powerful that it was comparable to the 70-level skill.

But it's not over yet. The power of the death tombstone is not enough to make the six fighting saints lose their combat effectiveness, and this Xuanmo certainly knows it. Therefore, at the moment, that is, when the death tombstone fell, he was already condensing the next skill.

"Fly! Thousands of punches!"

Yes, Xuanmo condensed a thousand explosive fists, and the power of the death curse of the death tombstone won Xuanmo 20 seconds. This is enough to prove the strength of the death tombstone, and on the other hand, it also proves the strength of ghost crying.

Riding Feng'er's body and carrying the ultimate compressed fire magic, Xuanmo quickly dived to the six saints. At this moment, Xuanmo was like a volcanic eruption, and his right fist was the crater. In an instant, he had rushed to the six white saints.

Suddenly, a group of black flames carried countless fists like phantoms and bombarded the six fighting saints.

Next, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ..." After countless roars, Xuan Mo stood on Feng'er's back gasp. However, he did not seem to have the intention to stop, and the magic of extreme fire quickly turned into the ultimate dark magic.

At this time, all six fighting saints couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and there were violent bursts of blood in their bodies. Before he could attack, he immediately raised his magic to resist the fierce bombing of the explosive fist in his body.

However, at the next moment when the six fighting saints resisted the explosive fist, Xuan Mo was already compressing the dark claws with all his strength. However, this time it is not a simple dark claw, but a ten thousand claws with the same power as Qianbaoquan. The principle of ten thousand magic claws is the same as that of thousands of explosive fists, which suppresses the primary skill dark claws to the extreme, and then swings them out with all their strength. Because of its terrible explosive power, it is like wielding thousands of magic claws.

"Everyone, use long-range attack skills!" The next moment after eliminating Qianbaoquan, one of the white-clothed fighting saints immediately shouted. Suddenly, all kinds of long-range offensive skills flew to Feng'er and Xuanmo.

However, how could Xuan Mo let them attack easily? At the next moment when the six long-range offensive skills flew out, Xuan Mo immediately shared the soul imprint of the ghost walk with Fenger. Suddenly, a strange scene appeared. Shadow Fire Phoenix did not fly far away. She just hovered casually in the air a few times, and then easily dodged six flying far-off skills.

When the six fighting saints saw this result, they all showed an angry expression, "Damn it, what the hell is this guy!"

The whole six fighting saints were all injured in such a short time. Who would believe that this was only caused by a 61-level teenager. Even the six saints themselves are very depressed.

And the next moment when Feng'er dodged the last long-offensive skill, Xuanmo had carried the claws that had been suppressed to the extreme and took Feng'er's rapid dive to the six fighting saints.

Another group of black flames rushed into the six fighting saints, but this time the black flame carried not fists, but black claws.

Then, "Puff! Poo! Puff..." After countless claw strikes, Xuan Mo stood on Feng'er's back gasping again, and then showed an evil smile at the corners of his mouth.

Son of a sudden, countless black blood marks appeared on the bodies of the six white saints. The next second, "Ah!" With a sound, all six white-clothed fighting saints actually spit out a mouthful of black blood.

With the death tombstone, thousands of explosive fists and the successive attacks of ten thousand magic claws, even the fighting saint can't help but suffer serious injuries, especially the two wind fighting saints, it is difficult to use advanced skills.

At this time, Xuanmo's physical strength has almost reached its limit. Using three strong skills in a row, even if he has just reached level 61, it is difficult for him to bear it. Xuanmo knelt on Feng'er's back and gasped, holding the Mingyan killing knife in his hand. Behind him was the ghost god of shadow - Kaijia. Coupled with the burning black flame on Feng'er's body, Xuanmo looked like the dark demon king of hell from afar.

The six white-dressed fighting saints covered their chests and looked at the black ink in the air. Unexpectedly, there was a trace of coldness in their hearts, and some even had the intention to retreat. Looking at this demon-like teenager, they actually had a trace of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

At this time, one of the earth fighting saints shouted loudly, "He has no power to fight again. Let's attack at full speed!" Suddenly, a loud voice was heard, and the six fighting saints seemed to come to their senses and quickly began to mention magic and prepare to attack skills, while the two earth fighting saints rushed straight to the bottom of Feng'er. However, judging from their speed and cohesion skills, it is obvious that they no longer have the strength of Dousheng.

Looking at the various actions of the six white-clothed fighting saints, Xuan Mo smiled evilly. Suddenly, the gloomy and cold voice sounded again, but this time he seemed a little more angry. "Do you have the power to fight again? Damn Wucheng, I want you to die without a place to die!"

After saying that, Xuan Mo actually stood up, and then squared the Mingyan's killing knife in front of him, and he slowly closed his eyes. The ghost god Kaijia behind him showed a ferocious face. The claws of fear suddenly stretched out, and a chilling breath was centered by Xuanmo. The heart spread rapidly.