The soul saw it, the resentful spirits in the sky, the twisted bodies, heard them howl and curse in pain, and smelled the breath of merit.

The physical body saw the pure blood qi rising to the sky, heard the rumbling heartbeat like thunder, and even smelled the tempting fragrance, the sweet blood was ahead.

Frightened, Big Mouth instantly let go of Devil Cry's wrist and ran into a bush.

Ghost Cry staggered to his feet, one end of his soul permeating the top of his body like a cloud, while the other end was tightly wrapped around the shaking body.

Blood flowed down his hand and onto the knife, dripping to the ground on the long knife. The originally bright long knife appeared with a strange blood color, like blood vessels, squirming slightly like life.

He ripped off the clothes on his body, tore off the iron armor of the unjust soul on his body, and threw it aside, revealing his strong upper body and the criss-crossing scars all over his body, and raised his head slightly to look ahead.

The soul muttered, "Merit!"

The flesh bowed its head and groaned, "Blood!"

The two voices are mixed together, and people feel like their heads are exploding after listening to them.

Then, the body leaned forward, the right leg stepped forward, and then, the whole person was like a ghost, flashing and flashing, a black shadow remained in place, and the person was already a foot away.

Flying Immortal Step, unconsciously, he used the Flying Immortal Step. And it is clear that some kind of trick has been broken. It is also obvious that the road is definitely deviated, and Feixian Bu was stunned by him into a ghostly ghost step.

Looking at the dozen or so armor soldiers who were walking towards this side with difficulty, Xing Tian showed a mocking smile, and then opened his mouth sharply and let out a roar.

The boiling demonic qi was pushed out horizontally like a substance, and if the armor soldiers were directly slapped on their bodies by the monstrous waves, they would all fall to the ground in an instant.

The Daoist induces demonic energy, which gives the armorers greater strength, but also accelerates their consumption. They relaxed just now, and they had already reached the limit, and now they want to mention it again, it is not realistic at all.

As a result, I can't get up after I fall.

Xingtian watched them quietly, then raised his axe.

The eldest prince closed his eyes in pain, waiting for the last moment.

After waiting for a while, the last moment in his imagination never came, and he opened his eyes again, and saw Xingtian looking into the distance.

A wave of pure malice swooped down in that direction. In just an instant, they fell into endless fear and pain.

Then, they saw a figure suddenly appear and confront Xingtian.

One side, as high as two feet and five feet, is a moving hill, with a giant axe in hand, weighing more than two hundred catties, with a slight wave, you can open the mountain and split stones.

On the one hand, he was eight feet tall, and in comparison, he was thin and small. The long knife in his hand weighs more than six catties, compared with more than two hundred catties, a difference of more than 30 times.

The gap is hopelessly large.

But in terms of momentum, it does not lose half a point at all.

The demonic aura on one side is like substance. With the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai, people can't help but surrender and worship. It also contains a tyrannical tendency, like a volcano that is ready to try, and it may erupt at any time.

On the other hand, it was a pure and evil thought, so that everything was quiet, and everyone present could not help but feel numb in their scalps, and there was an urge to flee immediately.

A leaf from nowhere, just in the middle of the two, in an instant, half of it turned into powder in the violent demonic aura, and half of it smashed vertically to the ground in pure evil thoughts.

And at this moment, the two moved at the same time.

The demonic aura that has been brewing for a long time erupts like a volcano. Then he bumped into Ghost Cry fiercely, and then instantly became like a sheep, turned into a wisp of wind, and blew Ghost Cry's hair all over his head, revealing that miserable white face full of blood.

The eyes are long, narrow and glowing red.

Ghost Cry raised his head and looked at the giant axe that covered the sky and the sun in front of him, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Rumble!

The huge axe smashed into the ground, and the place where Devil Cry was hit by a cannonball, the ground exploded instantly, and he himself dissipated into a wisp of black smoke.

At the same time, another Devil Cry appeared, right in front of Xingtian, with both feet on the hilt of his axe.

Xingtian roared loudly and smashed it with his fist.

Then the ghost cried and retreated weirdly, and his body turned, just avoiding this punch, and Xingtian punched the air.

A feeling of sullenness came to mind, and the body lost its center of gravity. He couldn't help but take a step forward and stabilize his figure. At some point, Devil Cry had stepped on his knee.

The strange long knife in his hand waved lightly. Rock-solid muscles are easily cut open.

Burst!

A bloody arrow erupted from the wound, followed by a column of blood. Blood sprayed onto Devil Cry, the smile on Ghost Cry's face became brighter, and the skin on his body was a little ruddy.

The injured place is the corner of Xingtian's abdomen and mouth.

Xingtian opened his mouth and bit it, and then was easily avoided by Ghost Cry again.

Since getting close to Xingtian, in order to save demonic energy, Ghost Cry has never used the Ghost Shadow Step (Flying Immortal Step) again. But even so, Xingtian couldn't hit Ghost Cry.

Every time he attacked, Ghost Cry was sensed in advance, and before he attacked, Ghost Cry had already dealt with it.

Therefore, the two people with a huge difference in size staged an extremely funny scene.

Xingtian kept roaring, but every time, it didn't hit the ghost cry just right. It looks like a ghost crying spicy strip, and the cooperation between the two sides is extremely tacit, like a wonderful performance.

The flying tomahawk brings up the churning energy. Axe shadows flew up and down, instantly covering a radius of two zhang. In the face of the sweeping waves, the ghost cry is like a flat boat in the churning sea, and it looks like it may be destroyed at any time. But the ups and downs, but always in the thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touched.

The smile on the face of the ghost cry became more and more rampant, and the sharp canine teeth were ready to move.

Every time I saw the right time, there was another poisonous snake, which hit with one blow, and then retreated.

Xingtian couldn't suppress the demonic aura of the ghost crying at this moment, so his trouble came. Every knife that the ghost cried made a large amount of blood spurt on his body, and the wounds left by each knife could not heal, and the blood did not stop.

Burst!

With a roar, the earth trembled slightly, Xing Tian half-knelt on the ground, his ankle was hit by a knife from Ghost Cry, and his hamstring was broken by Ghost Cry.

The ghost cry and the punishment day staggered, and the long knife in his hand became more and more bewitching. He raised the strange long knife in his hand, stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked the blood on the knife, and his skin was a little ruddy, and it was no longer as pale as it was at the beginning.

Xingtian gasped, his strength was dozens of times that of Ghost Cry, his height was several times that of Ghost Cry, and his attack range was several times that of Ghost Cry. And Ghost Cry, only the flexible one is slightly better than him. No matter how you look at it, it is he who crushes the ghost cry, as long as he scratches a little ghost cry, the victory is decided.

But until now, he has been hit seven times by Ghost Cry, his hamstrings have been broken, and his blood is flowing like a river, however, he hasn't even touched the corner of Ghost Cry's clothes.

This feeling is hopeless, and there is no hope of victory in sight.