Seeing the blood spirit flame burning slowly, Gui Liuqing's blood burst out suddenly, forming a thick layer of blood mist in a ten-meter radius, blocking everyone's sight.
"Wu Sha Yin Wind. The sky is sinking!" Suddenly, Gui Lunqing let out a heart-rending scream in the blood mist, like the scream of an evil ghost who had been tortured for countless years in hell.
Hearing Gui Ling's wailing, Jin Chen's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly and he used his Yuan Power to protect his ears again. She knew that Gui Lunqing must have used some ruthless move that could injure the enemy by a thousand and damage herself by eight hundred.
In order to ensure that she could win this battle, she had to start preparing.
Thinking in his heart, Jinchen's body trembled slightly, his figure gradually became illusory, and finally slowly disappeared.
After Jinchen's figure disappeared, a series of crystal blue Yunlan swords with blood-colored patterns slowly emerged from the void. But these Yunlan swords only appeared for a moment, then disappeared into the void again.
On the ground, the whirlwind wielded by Gui Lunqing was torn apart by the heavy blow of Yinglang's angry ax, and the earthy yellow light went straight into the blood mist.
At this moment, the blood mist suddenly began to roll and rotate rapidly, firmly blocking the earth-yellow light and wiping out everything.
Finally, the entire blood mist trembled sharply and turned into a bloody storm, sweeping out from the sky and the ground.
At this time, Ying Lang's black fist beam also shot up and hit the bloody storm.
The next moment, the world suddenly became quiet.
The black beam of light struck the bloody storm, creating unknown ripples at the impact point.
The Blood Storm also rotated slower and slower due to the impact of the black beam, but it continued to consume the black beam.
A ball of blood and a black light, it seems that there are only two colors left in the world that are constantly blending and disappearing.
Suddenly, a slight voice appeared.
Huh~ It seems to be the sound of the breeze.
Bah, bah, it seemed like there was a tiny electric current flickering.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "crackling" explosion in the bloody storm.
boom--
Finally, there was a loud noise, and a dazzling bloody flame suddenly shot out from the lower part of the bloody storm.
In less than a blink of an eye, the bloody flames infected the entire storm, turning the entire storm into flames.
In an instant, a storm of flames appeared in the world. The slight shaking makes the air scorch, and the breath makes everything subdued.
"Oh?" Since Ying Lang punched out, he has been lowering his head and using his spiritual power mixed with blood to carve something on the battle axe.
After the bloody flame storm appeared, his carving movements paused for a moment, and he glanced at the storm, with a solemn look in his eyes.
With a slight sigh, he lowered his head to write again.
At this time, the surface of Yinglang's battle ax was covered with bloody mysterious runes, and the entire battle ax gave off a strange aura. But he still lowered his head and continued to carve on the ax handle.
Under the stimulation of spiritual energy, the blood in the body keeps pouring out like no money. After drawing the entire battle axe, Yinglang's face also appeared a little pale.
"This blow is really troublesome." As the runes were carved, Ying Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief and held the handle of the ax, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Have mercy, everyone knows that I, Ying Lang, once killed a fourth-level monster alone. I won't hide it from you, uncle, I rely on this move." Ying Lang held the battle ax with both hands and pointed the ax blade at the storm. middle.
Watching the black fist light disappearing inch by inch, Ying Lang didn't care at all. Just like Gui Ruqing was fully expecting his final killing move. Ying Lang was also confident in his final trump card.
Although the War Demon Destroying Immortal Fist is powerful, it can only barely affect fourth-level monsters. His strongest attack method has never been the Demon-Destroying Immortal Fist.
But his current move can cut off the necks of individual fourth-level monsters, Qianqiu Zongheng!
Seeing that the black fist light was about to disappear, Ying Lang finally made a move. I saw him swinging the ax blade horizontally, taking a deep breath, and a terrifying black light slashed out.
"This is the uncle's strongest attack method, Qianqiu Zongheng!"
Ying Lang roared angrily, his voice rolling out like thunder. At the same time, after the black light struck out, Ying Lang tightly grasped the handle of the battle ax and pulled it horizontally.
A line, a thin black line slowly emerged as Yinglang pulled it.
"Qian, Qiu, vertical, horizontal!" Ying Lang said in a deep voice every word, and the spiritual energy and evil energy all over his body burst out, all pouring into the black line.
Finally, even the strange runes carved on the battle ax seemed to come alive, swimming into the thin black line at extremely fast speeds.
Suddenly, the thin line revealed an edge that could cut through everything.
And as the thin threads continued to swallow up the spiritual energy and evil spirits, large beads of sweat appeared on Ying Lang's forehead, and his face became paler.
It wasn't until the black light that Ying Lang had just slashed was burned away by the storm that Ying Lang gritted his teeth and let the thin thread stop devouring it.
"The first move of Qianqiu Zongheng: Cutting through eight desolations!"
After Ying Lang called out the name of the move, he immediately pulled his battle ax and retreated.
But the black line stayed there, as if frozen.
The storm was approaching, and the earth was torn apart by the violent wind, but the black line remained indifferent, floating there motionless, as if it did not exist in this world.
On the other side, Jinchen finally finished her work secretly. Seeing the strange behavior of the black line, her expression changed.
"Cut eight wastelands across the board? It can't move, how can it kill eight wastelands?" Jin Chen was confused, but he knew it was Ying Lang's ultimate move, so he didn't dare to stay here for long.
A pair of blue crystal wings spread out behind her, taking her flying at high speeds, and she rushed over a thousand meters in an instant.
At this time, on the ground, the storm and the thin line finally collided, and an unbelievable scene suddenly appeared.
I saw a huge suction force emerging from the black line, slowly pulling the storm into myself, causing the entire storm to tilt.
From Jinchen's perspective, it was a huge tornado flame wind column nearly a kilometer long, slowly falling to the ground like a big tree with the lower part cut off.
"Good boy." Looking at the devastating scene, Jin Chen couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Is this really a battle below the cultivation level? The Yuanying Master on earth is nothing more than this!
At this moment, Jinchen felt as if ten thousand grass and mud horses were rushing past her, shattering her understanding of the world.
Below, Gui Lunqing still maintained the posture of holding a fan with both hands and fanning out an attack.
At this time, he saw the fire storm being slowly swallowed by the black thin line, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and look horrified.
"This, how is this possible!" Gui Erqing's teeth kept chattering as she spoke, and she couldn't even speak clearly.
Finally, a deep and dark emotion appeared in the eyes of the young master of the Gui family, that was despair!
There was nothing he could do. Gui Ling shook her head and lowered her hands feebly.
As soon as his hand was loosened, the white feather fan fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
He did not hesitate to destroy a weapon and use the most terrifying sky-sinking transformation in Wusha Yinfeng.
He did not hesitate to burn all the blood in his body to send out a blood spirit flame.
In the end, this was the result. There was no close rivalry or fierce collision.
He could only watch his killing move being swallowed and destroyed inch by inch, and he could do nothing.
"Damn it!" Gui Lunqing seemed to have lost all support, and fell forward weakly and knelt on the ground, "Is this the strongest of the four tribes back then?"
Gui Lunqing silently watched the storm slowly fall, and gradually became despairing.
A trace of the remaining blood-colored spiritual energy surged out of his body and floated towards the flame storm.
His eyes gradually lost their luster, and he maintained a desperate posture and made one last struggle.
Then he died.
Walking quietly and quietly...
