Chapter 358 Kill God

The desert lion Bismarck stands on the black dragon, like a demon from the yellow spring of hell. With the help of the power of the black dragon, he has broken the mirror into the virtual world. The momentum is violent and looks down on everyone. Countless people dodged their eyes, and no one dared to move forward...

Qingyue pulled Murong Ruxue desperately for fear that she would go up and die. In the nameless pavilion, Fengshen's eyes were a little surprised. Obviously, he did not expect that the deserted lion Bismarck would enter the virtual world. He said, "Master, can I take action now?" The cold light flashed in his eyes, burning like a flame...

Li Jingtian closed his eyes and couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly. He just said two words gently: "No." He did not give a reason. After saying that, his eyes closed slightly. Fengshen knew that although the old man in front of him did not open his eyes, the world he saw in his heart was clearer than the real eyes of countless people...

That day, the deserted lion did not end there. It stepped on the black dragon, circled around, and searched around the nine killing platforms. The blood in the eyes swept over everyone, which was extremely frightening in people's hearts... The masters above the virtual realm are no longer just things that can be solved in the realm of martial arts...

"Why didn't he stop?" Fengshen suddenly asked.

Li Jingtian said lightly, "Because he knows that his business is not over yet."

"Oh?" An unknown look flashed in Fengshen's eyes. Looking at the desert lion roaring and laughing in the sky, I couldn't see anything unusual...

The bloody eyes of the wild lion suddenly swept to the west of the nine-killing platform, as if there was something there that made him have to pay attention. People looked around, in the bottomless cliff wrapped in the evil spirit, black clouds shrouded, and the sound of the wind blew through the strange sound, like a ghost crying and howling. There is no difference...

But all this didn't last long...

People were surprised to find that visions began to grow in the foggy bottomless cliff...

Like a violent whirlwind, all the dark and gloomy evil spirits suddenly rotated in one direction. It's like a pool of black sewage penetrating into a huge funnel...

The rotation is getting faster and faster, and the endless sea of fog begins to make strange sounds. Like a sad wind, the cliffs began to tremble. During the turmoil of the sea of fog, people seem to be able to see the bottom of the cliff, countless white bones, and the huge snake ants wriggling in the white bones...

People hold their breath and watch what happens. Feel that something powerful is being born. The wild lion's eyes are clear. He can feel the strength of unknown creatures, but he does not dare to take risks easily...

Finally, half an hour later, the strange vision began to stop. In the shocked eyes, a tall figure slowly came out of the black fog. The sharp-eyed man suddenly exclaimed, because the face of the man in black was Han Feng.

However, now Han Feng no longer has any original handsome. A strange face is like a thousand years of ice, more like a volcano that is about to explode. There is endless violence all around him. The dark evil spirit wrapped around him, almost to the point of solidity. He is like a devil from hell...

The slightly closed eyes make people unable to see the brilliance in his eyes. Even the light around him was absorbed by him... Han Feng's whole body is like a black hole. He can see that the evil spirit around him is still drilling into his body...

Bisma, the wild lion, narrowed his eyes, and unconsciously held the Fang Tianhua halberd in his hand. The black dragon under his feet has contracted a lot...

"You are really not dead." The violent sound of the desert lion rolled in the sky. With the torrential rain under the clouds and the continuous thunder...

Han Feng didn't say anything, and his body was still walking up step by step. The pace is not fast, but every step can be very close. The black dragon waved its tail and retreated a distance. Maybe it feels safer...

Finally, Han Feng stopped. His slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a black evil light suddenly burst out, like a sharp sword piercing through the void and shooting at the desert lion Bismarck...

The latter's expression changed in a moment. However, in a short time, he stabilized his mood. Because he can feel a kind of evil spirit from Han Feng's eyes... The emotion contained in the evil spirit made him dare not look directly...

If there is too much emotion, there is no emotion. Han Feng's eyes were extremely cold and evil to the extreme... The two extremely dark eyes are so exciting that people dare not be forced to look at...

The black Xingtian hung low in Han Feng's hand. His voice seemed to come from another world. His nasal sound was extremely heavy, and there was a cold air emanating above the sky...

"Don't look at his eyes." Hehe Ermo suddenly said, a soft force came from his palm and penetrated into the girl who had been looking at Han Feng's black veil hat in front of him... The girl was suddenly shocked and woke up from endless nightmares. Just now, she was almost immersed in Han Feng's eyes. The terrible scene she saw in there made her scared, and her whole body was sweaty... The middle-aged man on the left said in a low voice, "Now he is no longer himself." His words are so strange that people can't understand the meaning of his words...

"I didn't expect you to be so successful that you haven't died yet." The desert lion wants to hide the throbbing in his heart with his rough voice, "But you shouldn't climb up again... Haha..."

Han Feng's black eyes did not fluctuate at all, and his low and hoarse voice came from afar: "You are a dragon, and I want to kill a dragon today; you are a god, and I want to kill a god today!" His voice was not loud, but it was an extremely violent fluctuation, which made people tremble. Many people can almost feel goose bumps all over their skin...

"Good." The desert wild lion's face was cold, and the square sky painting halberd in his hand came out in the air, and a sharp Thunderbolt swept in. The black dragon under his feet opened its mouth and spewed out a black dragon breath, burning the void and coming in the direction of Han Feng standing...

Han Feng's face was like raw iron, and suddenly showed a strange smile to the desert lion. His smile shocked the crazy lion. During the struggle, the spirit of evil can't help but become more...

Han Feng's black momentum suddenly flourished, and a virtual shadow appeared in people's eyes. The virtual shadow became taller and bigger. For a moment, it looked like a mountain. The breath above heaven and earth suddenly soared. The Xingtian magic axe in his hand became fierce with the surge of Han Feng's figure. A destructive atmosphere emanates from Han Feng's huge figure...

The evil spirit of the deserted lion Bismarck gradually has the meaning of contraction under the pressure of Han Feng...

Han Feng stretched out a finger and pointed to the magic lion Bisma in the air, and said a word gently in his mouth: "Break."

The sound is not strong, but there is a strange magic. With the exit of the broken word, a golden light suddenly appeared from Han Feng's hand, and it was fleeting. At the same time, a few feet in front of the magic lion Bisma, the golden light is shining. A dragon-shaped golden light appeared in the void...

As soon as the golden light appeared, it rotated around the black dragon at the foot of the demon lion Bisma. Then, it disappears...

A black light flashed from the dragon, and then, in people's shocked eyes, the huge dragon head of the black dragon under the feet of the magic lion Bisma disappeared. There was no dragon blood rushing out. When the dragon head disappeared, it was just a moment later that the black dragon lost its illusion...

"Dragon slaughter!?" People's eyes were shocked beyond bounds. But this was just the beginning. Han Feng's head slowly swayed, and his violent eyes stared at Bismarck, who was falling from the air. The latter has felt the great pressure brought to him by Han Feng. When the black dragon disappeared, there was no help. His realm also suddenly declined...

"It's better to do it first." The desert lion Bismarck waved Fang Tianhua halberd in the air and hit Han Feng fiercely. The air compressed by Fang Tian's halberd formed a huge vacuum, and the roar kept roaring... Even the turbid rain turned black.

Han Feng has no human expression on his face. His body has risen up and vertically, and his body has flown hundreds of feet high. At this moment, the virtual shadow behind his body is like an image of a demon god coming from the sky. Another death...

At this moment, his body is above the head of the demon lion Bismarck, looking at each other without any emotion.

The breath of silence and death filled the whole sky...

The Xing Tian in Han Feng's hand was raised, and then turned into a black flame, as if it came from nine days and suddenly split...

The speed of Xingtian is not very fast, but it gives people the feeling that it is like a divine axe splitting mountains. Indestructible, destroying the world...

The eyes of the magic lion Bismarck are shrinking, and he can feel how much power is contained in the magic axe in Han Feng's hand...

"It's spelled." Endless silver light broke out on the square sky painting halberd in the hands of the magic lion Bisma. He hit the magic axe in Han Feng's hand. The two weapons collided without any fancy in the air. The dull sound of an ancient bell exploded in the mountains and space...

The square painting halberd in the hands of the demon lion Bisma has been broken into two pieces, and the huge power made his body roll back like a cannonball. Extremely embarrassed...

Xingtian's power did not stop. After cutting off the opponent's blade, he continued to fall. In the roar, the nine-killing platform has cracked a crack dozens of miles long and a hundred feet deep...

Hundreds of years later, people called this crack a gutter, telling the extremely fierce battle in those years...

The desert lion Bismarck popped out of the red mud several feet deep. The head is covered with mud, and the awkward look is very impressive...

At this moment, he has no fighting spirit...

Thirty-six tricks went up, and the body of the demon lion Bismaek turned into smoke and ran away into the distance. Han Feng's eyes did not have any human feelings. He took a cold look at the figure that turned into a black smoke. With a gentle wave of his arm, the axe fell into the air...

With no sign, a black Thunderbolt suddenly lit up in the air. Thunderbolt's speed was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, he had caught up with the desperate lion Bismarck...

Seeing, his body will be split in half, and there seems to be a bloody scene in front of people's eyes...