Seeing that foot stomp on his body like this, the second child felt powerless while angry. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

With a roar like a beast's scream, he raised his last strength and raised the long sword in his hand to slash towards Qinglin.

A hint of approval crossed Qinglin's indifferent eyes, although he was an enemy, it was really commendable to be able to have such an unyielding will.

But even so, Qinglin would not leave his hand, the eldest of the three brothers had already formed a hatred, so he naturally would not have good intentions.

The Killing God Step is a technique inherited by the ghost wolf clan, and it is a supreme divine art, Qinglin is just a formless, and he does not really understand this divine art.

But even so, the terrifying step of killing gods is not something that can be resisted at will.

The steps under his feet are unpredictable, very mysterious, and he seems to be able to pass through the space with one step, and the slightest blood light blooms, which is extremely strange.

The second child looked at Qinglin unwillingly, the foot that stepped on him almost ruined him, although he didn't die, but he knew that his body was wasted like this, and the meridians had been completely broken.

Feeling the injury of the second child, the third child was sad and indignant, and the long sword stabbed him, like a comet sweeping the moon, with powerful divine power.

Qing Lin glanced at the third child in surprise, he didn't think that this person with the weakest cultivation actually had such sword skills.

However, in the face of absolute strength, these can be ignored, or that foot, that simple step, not gorgeous, but the powerful destructive force directly shattered the long sword in the third hand, continued to exert force, and stepped on the right foot fiercely, click, with the hand holding the sword, the entire half of the third child's body collapsed, and the blood filled the entire body in an instant.

Feeling the fear of death, the third screamed: "Don't kill me, I can promise that there will be no revenge." ”

With a faint glance, Qinglin's eyes were full of disdain, he really looked down on such a person.

Ignoring the third child's plea for mercy, Qinglin stepped forward and said condescendingly: "I gave you a chance, you don't cherish it, don't blame me." ”

"In ......"

Qinglin stepped on it, and what the third child was about to say just now was interrupted before he could finish speaking, and the vitality in his eyes gradually faded, and he died like this.

Feeling the death of the two brothers, the second brother who was seriously injured on the side was extremely indifferent, stared at Qinglin coldly and said: "Today is the bad luck of our three brothers, but soon you will come to accompany us." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Qinglin to make a move, he used the last internal force to shatter his meridians and die.

Glancing at the three dead people, Qinglin said lightly: "Don't worry, I can't die yet." ”

Just as the second child committed suicide, the monks who heard the wind gradually arrived and happened to see this scene.

Looking at the three corpses that fell to the ground, they couldn't help but feel a little scared in their hearts.

And at this moment, a figure walked out, and a black-haired man strode out from behind, his face was like a knife, his eyebrows were long and his temples were in his sideburns, and his eyes were as bright as stars, this was a very powerful young master.

The people around them silently gave way, but when they saw the people coming, most of the monks had a strange look on their faces.

Seeing the man striding over, Qinglin smiled lightly: "It's really a narrow road." ”

The person who came was Ling Hao, who glanced at Qinglin and smiled softly: "Who said no, but your life is still up to me in the end." ”

Qinglin said disdainfully: "You couldn't kill me before, and now you can't, but the contradiction between us is destined to be resolved, so it's up to me to end it." ”

This is a real master, at least in the younger generation, except for the eight demons, the existence of the first ladder.

Ling Hao strode forward, his right hand clenched into a fist and attacked straight up.

This moment made Qing Lin feel an unprecedented pressure, although the opponent's golden fist advanced very slowly. But it blocked all his retreats, if he dared to dodge, then the fist containing unimaginable energy would inevitably be raised to the extreme in an instant, giving Qinglin a fatal blow, there was really no flaw to break through, at this time, the pressure of the punch, can not be avoided by a punch.

Qinglin smiled at the corner of his mouth, for the same cultivator who was refining, he naturally would not retreat, his big hand clenched into fists, and attacked fiercely in the same way.

"Destroy the gods!"

A soft drink came out of Qinglin's mouth, and the power of destroying the gods instantly emerged, and the divine light was brilliant and extremely sharp.

In the face of Ling Hao's ruthless shot, Qinglin did not hesitate to play this style, he felt a strong pressure, and had to do his best to shake it, although he had improved a lot, but he didn't expect that Ling Hao had also made great progress during this time, which was Ling Hao forcing him to do so.

Ling Hao was originally a strong figure, as a cultivator refining his body, his physical body was naturally very powerful compared to the monks of his generation, so his moves were always wide open and closed, and he would dominate everything strongly in the duel, forcing the opponent to fight hard power.

The two collided in pairs, and a powerful wave of qi gushed out, causing the surrounding crowd to retreat a little.

Hundreds of golden rays of light flickered non-stop, and the three-zhang long lance evolved out, and the God Destroyer was not only able to improve Qinglin's defensive ability, but his strength also lay in his attacks.

It was completely condensed by blood-red light, like an ancient divine blade that had just been unearthed, and hundreds of blood rays gathered together. A sea of blood-red lances was formed, surging forward, and the momentum was extremely huge.

The bright red on the lance is incomparably red, like a drop of blood, which makes people feel chilled at a glance.

At this moment, everyone watching the battle changed color, as a powerful monk of the young generation in Guigu, they didn't know where Qinglin came from, so it was very incredible to see Qinglin so strong.

"Click, Click, Click......"

The broken stones under his feet all floated and then burst into pieces!

Ling Hao looked up to the sky and smiled, his eyes shot a brilliant divine light, and the slowly advancing right fist was violently launched as fast as lightning in an instant, the golden waves became even more violent, and the power above the big fist instantly increased, and it had the potential to spread the earth.

The killing intent completely turned into a tangible and textured golden wave, and the right fist contained the power of destruction, and the right fist was ruthlessly handed out, like a spear, and the pressure blocked the entire space in front of it, constantly colliding with Qinglin's blood lance.

Boom!

Fierce collision! Blood-red lance vs. golden waves!

The ground shook violently beneath his feet, and all those who watched the battle quickly retreated. Huge cracks cracked in the ground, and the ground beneath his feet shattered like ceramics, spreading into the distance. The two belligerents had turned into a golden and red storm, like a sun that had just risen.

"Desperate Overlord Fist is the real supreme boxing technique!"

Everyone outside the arena is extraordinary, everyone is difficult to keep calm, how did they never expect that Ling Hao actually mastered such a boxing technique, originally thought that it was just a powerful boxing technique of the Zongheng family, but he didn't expect that it would be a very powerful magic technique, the Desperate Overlord Fist, containing infinite despair, even if the cultivator will be affected by it, but his strength is beyond doubt.

The power of despair is enough to shatter the world!

As if there had been a great earthquake, the fierce golden waves raged in all directions, shattering all tangible qualities.

Qing Lin and Ling Hao shook hard after a punch. In the dazzling golden glow, it moved as fast as lightning, and it was in a fierce confrontation. Leaving behind a multitude of phantoms, in the end there was only light and no shadow.

The two of them were like two rays of light of destruction, destroying everything and shattering everything, destroying and decaying, and there was nothing to do.

The blood lance was broken inch by inch under the bombardment of Ling Hao's desperate overlord fist, and countless blood rays floated down.

At this moment, Qing Lin's expression became solemn, he didn't expect that Ling Hao would actually leave his hand last time.

The pharmacy almost turned into dust, and the countless wooden cabinets all disappeared under the powerful impact.

When the golden storm disappeared, the two stood still in the center of the field, staring at each other's eyes for a moment. Ling Hao's expression remained unchanged, still the same as before. But there was a hint of caution in his eyes, and he knew that Qinglin was very strong.

Qinglin was very warlike, and he encountered great danger just now. Ling Hao's strength was beyond his expectations, and the power of despair almost rushed into his body, destroying his vitality.

He almost couldn't catch the bully and fierce attack. If it weren't for the unique power of the God of Extermination, the blood lance contained the divine power of the sea of blood, and the power was incomparably powerful to seal those golden earth waves, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

However, he was not afraid at all in the face of such an enemy, but his blood burned, and the other party aroused his fighting spirit. He had a feeling of blood boiling, and the stronger he was!

It's been a long time since I've had such a feeling of facing a life-and-death battle, he longs for such an opponent, that night, in the face of the Eight Demons, he felt just a sense of powerlessness, and that feeling of confusion, but this time it was different, the strength of the two was not much different, so he hoped to be able to gain something.

Ling Hao's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly launched a punch again, the golden light became even more brilliant, as dazzling as a divine flower, and the extremely strong qi waves swept towards the green forest.

But in this brilliant gold lies a faint black line, and there is a desperate power in the black line.

With strong against strong, Qinglin's hands changed, and the seven earth-shattering blood lances evolved out again, and the rich bloody aura spread, and the blood lances fell fiercely, ruthlessly facing Ling Hao's overlord fist.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A fierce collision began, and the dust was filled. But it was not real dust and sand, but a golden wave of qi.

Above the blood lance, the killing machine is amazing, glowing with a demonic blood light, and the killing is ruthless.

The killing machine went straight to the sky, and the seven spears soared towards the sky, overwhelming for a while, and Ling Hao could clearly feel the supreme power contained in the seven blood lances.

Qinglin shouted: "Chop!"

The blood lance fell, the sharp lance cut through the air, and the sound of breaking the air sounded, and the devastating power came mercilessly.

Ling Hao was not afraid, his big hand met him, and he faced the sky with one hand, like a giant holding the sky, and the seven blood lances were cut down, but he didn't even cut off Ling Hao's big hand with golden light.

Qinglin retreated, but Ling Hao followed in an instant. Swinging his fist again, he drew a mysterious and unpredictable trajectory, and there was the power of the Great Dao above the big fist.

There was wind at the feet of Qinglin, and the killing god step stepped out decisively, and stepped on the fist fiercely.