Chapter 8: Kill

The thick and dangerous breath pressed on the two people in an instant, and the unprecedented premonition of death suddenly came. Feng Kui and Binglan were not cold, and a wisp of fear and timidity appeared in their hearts. At the moment of life and death, both of them shouted, forcibly suppressed their uneasiness, looked at each other tacitly, and were ready to fight for their lives. Life and death will be known in the next moment.

Stepping on this dangerous road and meeting a strong enemy, you must have the awareness of fighting for life and death.

Binglan's face is pale, and her weak posture is like a willow leaf in the storm. Her hair is flying and her clothes are fluttering, but there is no firmness, with an unshakable persistence, and her face is not good-looking. With the fierce thunder bursting out in the hands of the devil, it hit the two like a angry dragon. Before they arrived, both of them felt tingling and cold, as if the blood had cooled down at this moment and began to freeze. In the vast ancient battlefield, this huge thunder seems particularly ferocious. No matter who faces it, I'm afraid he will retreat. Even if the demon king, who is also in the realm of Daluo Jinxian, will never shake it head-on in the face of such a blow if he is not forced to. No one will underestimate the power of a big Luo Jinxian's life-fighting attack and will not regard it as an irrelevant child's play.

Feng Kui Shou and Binglan are irreparable and have no choice but to retreat. At this time, even if you hit the stone with an egg, you can only bravely take it, otherwise you will definitely die. The opportunity to live often belongs to those who dare to fight for it. Waiting for death is death.

With the scream of Feng Kui, his body suddenly changed, and his whole body was covered with a layer of purple gold scales, and suddenly turned into a wild demon. He held an ethereal sword in his hand. His whole body was first a layer of dazzling golden light, and then endless murderous spirit rose. Zhenyuan and murderous spirit constantly flowed into the ethereal sword. . For a while, the ethereal sword became as red as blood, and cracks emerged. Unexpectedly, it was urged by Feng Kui to exceed the limit of the material and could not withstand such power. The brutal murderous spirit almost exceeded the control of Feng Kui's head, but Feng Kui's head was almost crazy and still did not stop, because he knew that these alone were not enough. The monsters in the realm of Jinxian can resolve hisxi xia broken heart, not to mention Daluo Jinxian, and it is still a deadly blow.

Feng Kui's head had felt a burst of collapse, and all the murderous spirit in his body was completely integrated into the sword. Feng Kui's head only felt that the sword seemed to be an uncontrollable bloodthirsty beast, almost devoured himself. He was shocked to find that his blood was pouring back into the sword. This is a counterattack. This sword has been beyond the scope of his strength, and Feng Kui's head is very clear. The next moment, Feng Kui's sword stabbed out, and the ethereal sword shattered inch by inch into a pile of waste. A fierce sword sounded like a fierce ghost howling, with tremsy and coldness. The endless blood in the sky floated and gathered to the sword. The blood of the ancient battlefield has been awakened by this sword, and the blood and murderous spirit left by the war have gathered to join this shocking and crying sword to promote its blood and power.

The devil's eyes saw that the infinite murderous intention pierced his heart like a sharp sword. The sword spirit had not yet arrived, and the momentum had made him timid and afraid. But it will not retreat, and it will die. It firmly believes that if its full blow can not be resolved by the sword of Feng Kui's head, they will be annihilated under its thunder, be bombarded into powder, disappear between heaven and earth, and remain in divine form.

A satisfied smile appeared on Feng Kui's tired face. He tried his best to do everything he could, and the rest could only look at Binglan's. It was also in the blow just now that Feng Kui finally realized the true meaning of Zunlong's anger attack. It turned out that his previous use was completely wrong. Using it for passive defense is simply humiliating the four words "Dragon Angry Strike". It turns out that Zunlong's anger attack can instantly stimulate a person's potential and make it issue a blow far beyond strength, which is a sharp weapon for the Jedi to counterattack. At that time, if Feng Kui hadn't made an unprecedented Xixia heart failure far beyond his limit, he would not have found this secret and could not control this ferocious sword at all.

The so-called dedication, listening to fate, Feng Kui did his best and had no more strength. He collapsed to the ground and looked at the perfect sword, collided head-on with the demon king's shadow and thunder. The thick blood light broke out, like a huge mouth of blood, which was extremely terrible, knocking down the thunder mixed with countless runes and changed Much weaker. Seeing this, the demon king suddenly let out a long roar, and the demon yuan surged. Unexpectedly, the rune flashed on the dark thunder and became stronger again. However, it was a roundabout in the air and then split down again. The dangerous situation, as before, but the devil's own breath became extremely weak, as if it had run out of oil.

Feng Kui looked at Binglan first, and a trace of sadness appeared in his heart. Let such a weak woman face such a brutal blow and be bombed into a ball of scorch?! He can't imagine such a scene. This feeling of pinning his hopes in the hands of others also makes Feng Kui's heart full of unwillingness and shame. The burden that men can't afford, even if the spine is broken, women can't bear it. This is men's dignity and men's responsibility. Feng Kui clenched his teeth, and his eyes were full of cold light. Suddenly, the ice orchid in his eyes changed. The weak and timid Binglan suddenly became indifferent and cold, and a dark light surged behind her, like a dirty fog, constantly surging and shining. The smell of Binglan keeps climbing and changing, which is scary and worrying. Feng Kui's face became extremely ugly. Although he did not know what Binglan was going to do, he could clearly feel that this change was extremely unfavorable for Binglan, perhaps a devastating blow.

The unlucky atmosphere around Binglan is getting heavier and heavier, which is like the wind's head completely opening the cultivation of disaster, like the sudden transformation into the incarnation of misery, like an evil god representing misfortune and tragedy, which makes people retreat from seeing it to avoid causing trouble. In this space, there is a dead silence, some of which are just constantly surging, setting off the misfortune of the tornado. The heaven and the earth are discolored and are all shrouded in a bleak color. This place has become the center of all disasters and tragedies in the world. Binglan's eyes turned gray and dark, unable to distinguish between black and white, unable to see the pupils, and looked extremely empty and indifferent. Her eyes looked at the demon king, blinked slightly, slowly raised her hands, and the misfortune behind her kept surging, as if tsunamis were being controlled by Neptune. The devil's eyes became cold and became anxious and frightened. Binglan's face showed a smile that was not like all human beings. It was extremely mysterious. Suddenly, she pushed her hands forward and pressed it slightly. The misfortune surged to the devil like a tide.

The demon king was in trouble and could not escape, and the strong thunder kept bombarding Binglan.

At this moment, Binglan is already different. It is in the endless misfortune, like a fish in water, like a ghost, moving physically and mentally. It is fast and unimaginable. It can always avoid the bombardment of the demon king's gloomy thunder. This is called the demon king who is constantly devoured by the body. The two sides fought hard and fell into the stalemate of mutual consumption. Medium.

Feng Kui stared at the war situation. Suddenly, his eyelids were picked up and his heart was suddenly shocked. He saw a painful struggle suddenly flashing on his expressionless and indifferent face. A bright red blood line appeared on the corners of his mouth, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, which was extremely beautiful.

The demon king naturally saw everything at a glance. At present, the roar is continuous, and the bombardment of the thunder is more violent and dense. The power of this thunder cannot be underestimated, and there can't be any carelessness. The wind can almost be concluded. In the current state of him and Binglan, as long as they are hit, they will definitely die. Binglan can be said to be dangerous, and how long it can last. I don't know how long it can last. He has never been a person waiting for death. Feng Kui, who had been lying on the ground, slowly climbed up from the ground, and his fists were gradually clenched. A strange wave suddenly surged under Zhou's body, as if an invisible flame surrounded him. The breath of the wind's head continued to strengthen, gradually from the original trace of Taoism, to the realm of immortality, and then became full. At the peak, the rise of breath has not stopped. Suddenly, it was terrible to climb another step, jumped to the realm of immortals, and then continued to climb. It was not until the peak of the realm of immortals that it stopped.

Feng Kui's face was cold, staring at the demon king, holding Dongxia in his hand, and had begun to brew a sword to kill the demon king, which was even more fhorrting.

Under this helpless situation, he finally launched the [Blood River Crazy Curse], which consumed a hundred years of longevity and forcibly raised his cultivation to the peak level of the immortals. What he has to do now is to once again send out a perfect sunset with all the true elements and all the murderous spirit. If he can't kill this demon, I'm afraid I have to sit back and wait for death. He doesn't believe that the cruelty of fate always comes to him. No one can shake his determination to live. There is a belief in his heart that nothing can collapse him.

In the unlucky atmosphere that broke out in Binglan, the devil's breath was already very weak, and his thunder was also extremely weakened, and aura of misfortune kept spewing out all over his body. The breath of e hui has penetrated into its body. I'm afraid it has expected that it is doomed to escape today and began a crazy attack. The runes on the thunder flashed, and the wanton bombardment in the sky has forced Binglan to be overwhelmed.

The demon king laughed wildly and said, "Even if I die today, you can't live. Let's all be buried with me... Bury together..." A thick thunderbolt fell and hit Binglan directly. Binglan could no longer escape. This hand drops shadow and thunder, which is the secret method of the demon king. It consumes huge lives, drops terrible thunder and lightning, falls into the air, hits the head, and is caught off guard, and is extremely domineering. Feeling the thunder sound and a compelling chill falling above her head, death came so quickly, Binglan had closed her eyes, and her indifference was no longer there. The usual sadness appeared on her delicate face, as if she were sighing such injustice of fate and adding too much misfortune on her.

Death seems to be free of understanding!

At the critical moment, a loud explosion sounded over her sky. She felt a little hot** splashed on her face, and a bloody smell entered her nasal cavity. She was surprised to find that she was still alive. The imaginary pain did not appear. He subconsciously wiped his face and saw a blood red on his palm. Then he looked at the top of his head in horror. A slightly embarrassed figure was hovering over the sky. One arm was drooping, scorched, blood and blood was flowing down like a rainstorm and a flowing spring.

Binglan screamed, and she was weak. She fell from the air and looked into the air nervously and worriedly.

"Die!"

The judgment-like voice sounded, with hoarseness and madness. A drop of blood sword spirit has come out of the air, leaving a trace of blood in the sky. The mutant murderous spirit showed extreme cruelty and bloodthirsty, and suddenly disappeared. The next moment, with a sad scream, the devil's body burst into explosion. , turned into powder, and there is no residue left.

Feng Kui breathed a slow sigh of relief. Suddenly, he frowned and stared at the place where the demon king was killed. He couldn't help humming coldly, and then heard a crazy voice sounding: "You can't kill me, you can't kill... Ah ha ha..."

Feng Kui sneered and said, "This sword, drains blood and eats the soul, is specially prepared for you, thinking that Yuanying can save her life by escaping?! Demon, don't be happy too early, you will definitely die!" The sword he sent out has surpassed Xixia's broken heart and used the murderous spirit of mutation. He came out with a sword and chased his soul. He would never stop killing people without killing people. In this move, the sword is as red as blood, and killing will devour its soul, so it is named Leaching Blood and devouring the soul, which is simply the nemesis and nightmare of the Yuanying monk.

Feng Kui's first voice fell, and the blood and red sword light in the sky reappeared, like a decree from Jiuyou Senluo. He suddenly caught up with Yuanying, who was far away from the demon king, completely dispersed him, and finally wiped out the demon king and completely killed him.