The long knife pointed, and the knife roared.

The figures of the two moved at the same time.

Thirty-six axes for the burial of the dragon, the first axe.

Tyranny sword, whirling slash.

The two of them bombarded each other, and the terrifying waves of air rolled and scattered, the ground shattered, and rocks flew in chaos.

Rumble!

Qi and blood rolled, Zhou Di's face changed suddenly, and he never expected that the other party's strength would be so domineering.

Is the other party really just a third-level Spirit Sea Martial Master?

The killing intent is monstrous, and the roar is like the sea.

Angry Zhoudi, gather endless killing intent to introduce the long knife, and perform the strongest killing move of the sword, whirling and slashing.

Long Hao was not to be outdone, the sea of blood in his body was tumbling, and a huge axe shadow was straddling his chest, extremely domineering, and seemed to be able to tremble.

A dragon groan.

Accompanied by the dragon totem seal, Long Hao used his bloodline supernatural powers, and the dragon chanted and condensed the sword.

"Take me the first axe to bury the dragon!"

The two once again performed their respective killing moves, colliding head-on, and the terrifying waves of qi fought fiercely together.

This moment.

Under the cover of night, the confrontation between the two was like an ancient beast, constantly roaring in the sky.

Thundered!

The whole world seemed to tremble, and the shattered stones on all sides began to whirlwind up, sweeping through the surrounding space.

With the third-level martial artist realm and the fifth-level martial artist realm, Long Hao took the camp step by step, on the other hand, his face gradually turned pale, and he endured the blood in his mouth without spitting it out, and swallowed it back fiercely.

Angry roar, blood-red eyes full of killing cold light, Zhou Di roared angrily, and waved the long knife in his hand heartbreakingly, and the cold knife crossed the sky and swept the entire sky.

In this battle, Long Hao had a slight upper hand.

Staring at the young man in front of him, Zhou Di clenched the long knife in his hand, he was defeated, and he was defeated by a young man who was only a third-level Linghai martial artist realm.

For him, the fight was a complete disgrace.

"I have to admit that you are very strong, but if you provoke the Zhou family, you must die."

"Just you? It's really windy, not afraid of flashing your tongue. ”

It's really funny, the other party obviously didn't suppress his strength, but he was still pretending to be forced here.

Killing intent emerged, the other party not only provoked the family, but also killed the family's martial artist, no matter how much price he paid today, he had to kill the other party.

In a flash.

The aura on Zhou Di's body was a little messy, and he began to soar wildly, instantly breaking through the fifth-level Linghai Martial Master Realm and advancing to the sixth-level Linghai Martial Master Realm.

"The sea of spirits self-destructs."

The voice was very solemn, of course Long Hao knew what Zhou Di was doing now.

Among the secret techniques, there is a secret technique about the soul self-destructing and skyrocketing in strength in a short period of time, once it is cast, it will definitely die.

A low roar slowly spread.

The blood-red eyes revealed a trace of killing blood, and the endless killing intent condensed into a whirlpool, and the body burst into a violent shape, like a fierce tiger on the mountain, as if it was about to tear the entire mountain peak apart.

The Burial God Prisoner Finger pointed out, and the terrifying air flow permeated and shrouded.

Xiuxiu~~!

The burial dragon axe and the long knife slammed together, but the finger strength fluctuated strongly through the axe, and with a pop, Zhou Di's chest was directly penetrated by the finger strength, and a blood hole came into view, constantly gushing blood.

At the moment of life and death, Zhou Di's frightened soul flew away, and he rolled and crawled back again and again.

There was no imaginary pursuit, Zhou Di endured the constant bursts of pain in front of his chest, and his soul trembled, and if he held on for a minute at most, his soul would disappear and fall completely.

We must not continue to delay the rapid resolution of the situation.

A dragon's groan resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The hundred illusory blood dragons condensed, a pair of cold eyes stared at it, and the vast and domineering dragon power covered out, collapsing like waves.

I was scared.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

The answer to him was Long Wei's cover, how dare he choose to be tough, even if he dies, he has to be the other party's back.

Zhou Di hurriedly dodged, still affected by the dragon's breath, and with a miserable cry, half of Zhoudi's body was instantly invaded by the terrifying dragon's breath.

How could you easily choose to give up, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The Burial God Prisoner Heavenly Finger has pierced the night sky one by one, shooting out continuously.

Imprisoned yourself?

The master has made a move, and he can decide life and death in a few seconds, and he has watched it so far, constantly penetrating his left chest, but he can't move a minute, this kind of horror and shock can be imagined.

The left chest was pierced continuously by fingertips, and blood sprayed out.

One step into the air, with endless killing intent, the palms condensed, and a palm of Huangquan determined life and death, and the domineering palm print was directly bombarded.

The soul has begun to devour, and the rest of the time, Zhou Di desperately urged the spiritual sea in his body, bursting out with an extremely terrifying momentum, his whole body was stained red with blood, the killing intent was monstrous, and he roared and killed.

It was menacing, Long Hao didn't dare to be careless, and now Zhou Di was like a mad dog, if he was accidentally injured by it, it would be worth the loss.

With a hideous face and an angry roar, the long knife in his hand gathered all the strength of his body, and at the last moment of the soul backlash, he unleashed the most powerful attack in his life.

Tyranny sword, whirling slash.

The entire sword condensed into a huge whirlpool, like a hovering blood python, a stream of domineering killing, layered and suppressed, the killing intent was pervasive, and the blood was covered.

At night.

The totem blood in Long Hao's body began to tumble continuously, and at this moment, Long Hao seemed to turn into a real blood dragon, flying up to the sky, and the majestic dragon breath spread around.

Roaring again and again, attacking frantically, Zhou Di found that his breath was suppressed by the other party, although he did not continue to be imprisoned, but there was still a big difference.

I don't want to believe it, and I don't want to face it, as a dignified fifth-level Linghai martial artist, how can I accept it if I step into a sixth-level Linghai martial artist in half a step, but I was suppressed by a small third-level martial artist? How not to be angry?

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Humph!"

A heavy cold snort, like a huge hammer, slammed into the depths of the soul of the surrounding land, and the soul that had already begun to be eaten back suffered a heavy blow in an instant, and its body began to tremble strongly.

A dragon groan, accompanied by a domineering dragon breath, swept away.

Boom, boom, boom~~~!

At this moment, the thunderclouds were dense for nine days, the thunder and lightning rolled, and a sea of rain enveloped the entire heaven and earth, and the torrential rain poured down in an instant, and the lightning flashed and thundered.

Long Hao's awakened totem bloodline, the dragon roar that was unleashed, seemed to alarm the nine heavens, and the void thundered and trembled, and the momentum was amazing.

The terrifying axe swept across the entire heaven and earth, accompanied by the dragon's breath wantonly and tyrannically rampant around the land, not giving the other party any chance to fight back at all.

The deafening thunder completely drowned out the battle between the two, and in the endless unwillingness and anger, the soul of the surrounding land suffered a heavy blow, as well as its own backlash, and gradually lost its spiritual sense, and his eyes slowly dispersed, plopping, and the whole body fell into the rain, splashing everywhere.