Chapter 165 Rebirth of Ashes

"Hmm, ignorant child, seek your own way to die."

The Lord of Dark Chen raised his long hair like snow, smiled coldly, and his red pupils contracted.

In an instant, the black armored warrior behind him suddenly moved. The wind and clouds were thundering, and the sky and the earth changed.

"Kill............"

The word "killing" burst out of the mouth of the spirit of the black armor. The wind and clouds surged between heaven and earth, and the infinite pressure came. Wu Pengwei suddenly felt that his heart was broken, as if several mountains were flying in the air, and the pressure was unimaginable.

The power of the spirit is really extraordinary. Just spitting out a byte makes Wu Pengwei, who is at the peak of Wusheng, feel the incomparable pressure.

The next moment, the scarlet knife of the Black Armor Spirit was cut off.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the light and gas exploded.

It was as if heaven and earth were cracking, leaving only the scarlet knife with a length of dozens of meters in the hand of the spirit god. The knife seemed to be demonic, constantly trembling and changing, like a dragon like a tiger, opening its mouth, as if to swallow the world.

Thousands of knives exploded, the most domineering and cruel power erupted, and the void was cut, just like a torn cloth strip.

Wu Pengwei's body suddenly became short. He didn't even think about it, and waved several swords in a row.

"Infinite Collapse"

"Great Destruction Swordsmanship"

"Stars are as obscure"

But all the powerful tricks that Wu Pengwei is proficient in are used at this moment.

After that, it slanted away like an arrow, as fast as fire.

The three extremely sharp swordsmanships of "Infinite Collapse", "Great Breaking Swordsmanship" and "Star Ruhui" suddenly exploded before the knife light of the black armor spirit god, pierced like a cone, but it was only for the second time. The blood-colored knife light was surging, and the sword gas was ejected in an instant.

At this time, the black armored spirit's eyes moved and noticed Wu Pengwei flying out like a bird.

"Kill............"

Another majestic low roar, and the air seemed to be stagnated. Wu Pengwei, who flew away, suddenly stagnated, stiff all over and unable to move.

The next moment, the infinite blood-colored knife light fell down again.

It becomes powder.

Under heavy pressure, Wu Pengwei's body was immediately crushed by the knife light and turned into the smallest particles.

"Hmm, the arm is like a car, and I don't measure my ability."

The Lord of Dark Chen took a light breath, waved his long sleeves, and thousands of knives dissipated. The void was as clear as before, and a silver hair was as dark as ink.

The spirit god of the black armor also pulled the knife back to the sheath and continued to hover behind the Lord of Dark Chen cross-legged, silent as a mountain.

"Wu Jingyue, you don't follow the rules. Your son has been hooked up. Is it worth it?"

Before the Lord of Dark Chen came to Wu Jingyue, he bent down slightly and smiled like a cunning fox who saw a rabbit.

But there was a sarcastic smile on the corners of Wu Jingyue's mouth opposite him.

The Lord of Dark Chen frowned slightly, and his back suddenly felt cold.

A practicing light fell from the sky and hit the top of his head directly.

"With a cut of baldness, a zero blow."

The golden flame burst, and Wu Pengwei's photography condensed in the void, stepping on the Changsheng sperm wheel, like stepping on a wave, separating time and space, and hitting straight down.

This attack was fierce but lifeless. When the coolness rose, the sharpness of the fine wheel had vaguely touched the back of the head of the Lord of Dark Chen.

"Hmm, rats, sneak up on me? Delusion!"

With a low roar, the body of the Lord of Dark Chen suddenly shot out a very sticky blood light. The blood light rose to the sky and immediately rolled back the thick white light of the Changsheng sperm wheel.

Wu Pengwei was unmoved at all. These counterattacks were what he expected. At this time, he held the ancient sword of the stars in both hands. His eyebrows moved, his pupils contracted, and the sword in his hand was drawn straight down like a drill. The "Great Destruction Swordsmanship" was the most perfect presented. The sword spirit was green and gray, the time and space were twisted, and the whole straight sword body trembled like a snake. , silent, once implemented, even the primary god of war will have to pay a lot of price.

Sure enough, a sword attacked, split the light and cut the gas. The boundless blood color was cut like paper. The pupil of the master of the dark Chen tightened, and his body retreated rapidly, as fast as a red cloud, but even so, the probability that the hair was still mixed with a bang of gold blood and splashed on the ground.

The blood is like a flame, and it makes a burning sound when it falls to the ground.

"Okay, okay, okay, it actually hurt me." A kilometer away, the master of Dark Chen held his forehead in his hand, leaving only a red eye to look at Wu Pengwei. His voice was as cold as a ghost, and it turned out to be a strange smile.

Wu Pengwei did not say anything, but blew a small pinch of black hair in his hand, and created a golden flame out of thin air, burning the hair into ashes.

This provocative action immediately angered the Lord of Dark Chen.

"Okay, you first lured me with the fine wheel, and then tore my defense with the broken sword in your hand. Very good, exhausted again and again. You are very resourceful, but these are the second. What surprise to me most is that you have cultivated into the realm of 'divine refining'. It is rumored that the arrival was killed twice. It seems that it is true. It's not worth it."

The more angry he is, the calmer the Lord of Dark Chen is, the clearer his mind is, and he thoroughly analyzes what Wu Pengwei has done.

"What do you know? It's still the old saying that if you want to kill, it's better for me to say it.

Wu Pengwei also had a trace of admiration for the Lord of Darkness, but on the surface, he was expressionless and indifferent as before. The blade of the sword was raised, and the infinite murderous spirit drove the other party away.

"Okay, with the ability of the martial saint to set up power against the god of martial arts. Since ancient times, you have been the first one."

The smile of the Lord of Dark Chen became more and more cold. He suddenly got up and easily broke free from the murderous atmosphere. The dragon jumped into the sea and let out a long roar.

"If you have a fantasy, do you think others don't have it?"

Thunder appeared in the sky. The thunderlight turned out to be pure white, hitting straight down one by one, and the whole fantasy suddenly shook, like white frost.

In just a few blinks, half of the country was covered with a layer of white frost. What's more outrageous is that where the white light passed, all creatures took off their flesh and blood, leaving only a pair of tired white bones. Without flesh and blood, the soul was still there. The goodwill was gone, leaving only the most primitive fierceness.

"I also have a fantasy, boy, I'll see how you deal with it."

In the sea of black silence, a white-bone mountain sword rose up in the sky. On the top of the mountain, thousands of white bones piled up and turned into a white bone chair. The master of the dark day sat on it, and a black hair turned into snow-like silver again.

"White Bone Rasha Realm, boy, you're dead this time."

Countless white bones twisted, emerged from the water, from the soil, from the mountains, with a cold atmosphere, converging into a large army. The ant tide surged in. In the center, a white bone giant was shaking up with blood light, holding a blood-colored hammer in his hand, roaring like a god and shaking everywhere.

The White Bone Army suddenly defeated the fantasy world.

It is difficult for creatures to resist the fight of white bone creatures, and it is a disaster.

But at this moment, three very different long roars were startled.

In the far north, the Shura ghost emperor was wearing dark gold armor, and the scarlet cloak was like clouds. 100,000 blood Shura followed and roared. Wherever he passed, the blood light bloomed, and the hard and white bone army were strangled in one place.

In the far west, the sound of thunder resounded in the clouds. The clouds cracked, and a white armor was added. The Imbonlong Dragon Emperor, who held a star iron spear, landed with 100,000 feather soldiers under his seat. These feather soldiers were handsome, tall, cold and fierce as knives. They acted quickly and rushed into the white bone army and were invincible.

In the center, the most ferocious place of the hanging of the White Bone Army, the Immortal Dragon Emperor and the Shura Ghost Emperor's army, a blue light chopped and burned countless white bones. At the end of the flame, there was a green shirt. The golden-faced emperor stepped on the blue fire and fell down. Wherever he passed, the white bones turned into ashes.

"Huh? The core of the three martial arts saints is interesting.

The Lord of Dark Chen sat on the white bone throne and stroked his forehead. The shocking sword mark was gradually closing, leaving only a faint red silk.

Just as he whispered, the three god emperors shouted at the same time, and their bodies turned into three completely different lights and shadows, rushing to the white bone giant, which is the emperor's commander of all the white bone armies. Once killed, the white bone army will not attack and defeat.

The white-bone giant also saw the three god emperors and roared. The beasts came like attacking, and the ground shook the mountain.

With just one blow, the three gods and emperors disassembled the white bone giant into pieces, and the power of the martial arts saint was not the same.

"Dark Chen, how about it? Your white bone fantasy is just like this."

Wu Pengwei held a fine wheel and a long sword, suspended on the void, staring at the Lord of Dark Chen on the top of the White Bone Mountain in the distance. Under his feet, the White Bone Army was defeated and dispersed like a low tide.

"Hehehe............"

The Lord of Dark Chen stroked his forehead and smiled, and the laughter became louder and louder, like muffled thunder.

"Even if the fantasy world is not as weird as you, there are three fantasy gods, but so what? I have a spirit god, do you have it?"

The Lord of Dark Chen shouted, and the black armored spirit god, who had been sitting quietly at the end of the void like a mountain, rose up with a knife, and the knife burst, and countless blood Shura and Immordial feather soldiers were torn apart. 200,000 troops suddenly seven or ten, and there were not many remnants.

Even the ImmorTAL Dragon Emperor, the Shura Ghost Emperor and the Wuji Emperor were affected by the light of the knife. They hummed and retreated thousands of miles and shed blood.

"Kid, strength is always power. No matter how many treasures you have, no matter how sinister your strategy is, so what? It's just a spirit god, you can't deal with it, not to talk about anything else?

The Lord of Dark Chen laughed, proud and obedient, with an indescribable and ferocious smile, which was the god's ridicule of the ants.

Wu Pengwei only frowned and looked at the mountain-like black armored god of war standing at the end of the void. He tightened the long sword in his hand and was about to rush over. But at this time, a gray light flashed by his side, setting off a storm, one-thousandth of an instant, "zero" The body was already close to the Black Armored Valkyrie, and the sword was cut down.

"Zero" and the black armor spirit, but as for the strong man, the consequences can be imagined.

Wu Pengwei felt a headache, and then he heard a crisp explosion. The "zero" body was crushed by the knife light of the black armor spirit god, and there was no trace left.

"Zero" is not an ordinary martial spirit. Maybe it will not appear again when it dies.

"Haha, a dilapidated martial arts spirit also wants to compete with my spirit god and humiliate himself."

The laughter of the Lord of Dark Chen came from afar. At this moment, Wu Pengwei was in a trance for a moment. "Zero" could not stop the other party's blow. It was expected, but at this moment, the most troublesome thing was that Wu Pengwei could not think of how to defeat the other party to avenge "Zero".

The Taishi Emperor disappeared like air. He did not respond to the call, and the "yin" was also silent. It seemed that he had reached a critical juncture and could not get out. As for Xiaowei, Hong Haier, Wuxi Emperor and others, it seemed that they could not stop the spiritual god.

What's more, as the Lord of Warrior, the Lord of Dark Chen has never moved.

"I can't be the enemy after all..."

Wu Pengwei's heart was cold, but in an instant, he was filled with the will to fight. He clenched the sword of the stars, roared, and rose to the sky.

How many times have you been forced into a desperate situation like this, and how many times have you been on the front line of life and death?

Everything is not important. Even if you can't avenge "zero", you should at least remove some things of the black armor spirit god. "Zero" can't die for nothing.

In an instant, the sorrowful soldier was full of Wu Pengwei's heart.

But at this moment, in a millionth of a second, it seemed to feel Wu Pengwei's grief. The ashes that originally belonged to the "zero" wreckage in the void burned again, and the gray fireworks burned more and more.

The general rusty sword suddenly poked out of the gray flame, and a sword cut off one finger of the left palm of the black armor spirit god.