BOSS bomber

Chapter 248
After 20 days of hard training, Saint Wushuang's level rose to level 490, which is equal to the first place on the level list.

What's even more frightening is that he unlocked a piece of god-level equipment on his body, with a defense of more than 9000 million, and his strength has skyrocketed, so he is full of confidence.

"Flying Ant King, seal a thousand-meter radius, and don't let any creatures approach." Saint Wushuang ordered, looking at Lin Ziruo with a sneer.

"Yes, master." Behind him, the [-]-level forbidden boss Flying Ant King led away. The forbidden power covers a kilometer. Once any creature approaches, it will be attacked most viciously.

It has to be said that Saint Wushuang is very clever. He has not seen him for 20 days. He has upgraded from controlling a 450-level forbidden boss to a [-]-level forbidden boss.

Lin Ziruo put away the Blood Winged Divine Dragon and the Ice Qilin and fought against a strong man like Saint Wushuang. Before they became mature, they would not be enough to kill them.

"Hmph, Saint Wushuang, this time you will never leave alive."

Lin Ziruo let out a cold snort, took a step forward, raised the holy sword towards the sky, his aura was rising steadily, his evil aura was awe-inspiring, and he swallowed mountains and rivers with anger, the four halos of blue, purple, black, and red shone behind him, shining with dazzling light, piercing people's eyes. Open your eyes.

He didn't underestimate Saint Wushuang. If the other party dared to kill him, his strength must have increased greatly, and he might have complete god-level equipment.

But if Lin Zi had the confidence to keep Saint Wushuang behind, with his defense of 500 million, he would still be afraid of him.

A sword through the heart!
Lin Ziruo made a strong attack, the holy sword flicked, and the holy power was vast, and the evil thoughts that invaded people's hearts were caught in it, and the sword directly took the heart of the saint Wushuang.

Saint Wushuang did not dodge or evade, and with a dance of the magic knife, he faced Lin Ziruo, and launched a fierce confrontation, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of impact was endless.

When the two met like enemies, they were extremely jealous. As soon as they got started, they collided fiercely. The place where the evil power and the holy power met was splashed with fire, and there were bursts of crackling sounds, crushing the void.

In the confrontation of mind power, if a bad soul is injured, the end result is that the soul will be scattered and die unexpectedly.

This is far more than that, the swords in the hands of the two danced dizzyingly, the lights and swords criss-crossed, the blood splattered, and the tinkling kept ringing, breaking the tranquility in the depths of Qushan.

—32000, —58000, —36000, —63000…

Damages of different equivalent values ​​emerged from the two of them one by one. The damage value of Saint Wushuang was always higher than that of Lin Ziruo. His HP dropped very obviously, almost twice as much as that of Lin Ziruo. .

Saint Wushuang became more and more frightened, sweating profusely. Unexpectedly, 20 days later, Xie Wang Xueyue's progress had reached such an appalling level, even worse than his own, and it was no longer at the same level.

"My God, how could his defense be so perverted?"

Saint Wushuang roared hysterically, unable to accept this result, even if he used all means to activate the Holy King Tianzhu, the Holy King's Light, etc., there was still a huge gap with Blood Moon that could not be crossed.

Saint Wushuang is not an idiot, he understands that Xueyue must have a great adventure, and with his even more perverted defense, even if he uses the special attack pilgrimage, he still can't kill him.

Heaven and man!
Saint Wushuang never fights a battle that has no chance of winning. Since he is not the opponent of Xie Wang Xueyue, there is no need to stay.

He intercepted Lin Ziruo's attack with a knife, dodged back, and used the escape skill Tianren Zong. He jumped out of sight, leaving behind a reluctant voice: "Evil King Xueyue, I underestimated you. Wait until I advance to the fifth level." When you change realm, it will be the day when your dog’s life will be taken.”

"I said today that you don't want to leave alive. Did you take my words as a deaf ear? The magic shield! The magic is restored! The magic controls the world!"

Lin Ziruo sneered coldly, and in his hand he had an extra holy magic wand. While casting three forbidden magics to control the world, he formed a triple magic mask, covering 500 meters in an instant, trapping the footsteps of Saint Wushuang.

At the same time, the weapon in Lin Ziruo's hand turned into a holy bow, and he shot an arrow towards Saint Wushuang 400 meters away. The [-] damage broke his escape state.

Lin Ziruo was full of fighting spirit and murderous spirit. He jumped four times and appeared in front of Saint Wushuang. He wielded the holy sword and attacked crazily. Using his skills one after another, he suppressed Saint Wushuang and beat him hard, causing him to retreat and vomit blood. Three liters.

"Break me!"

Lin Ziruo fought more and more courageously, his evil power was so powerful that it swept across the world, smashing the Holy King Tianzhu of Saint Wushuang with one sword, and knocked him flying a hundred meters away.

puff!
Saint Wushuang's blood spurted out wildly, causing 68 blood damage. Not only that, the powerful evil energy invaded his body and launched a crazy attack on his soul. Like thousands of roots taking root, Saint Wushuang screamed in agony and collapsed. On the ground, rolling over with his head in his arms, 22 damage appeared one after another, and he fell into a state of dementia.

His life value has gone to more than 600 million, leaving about [-]%, the situation is very pessimistic.

Taking advantage of your illness will kill you, this is the golden rule that Lin Ziruo has always flattered.

He soared into the air, and the holy sword was in his hand, and he chopped off his head, not giving the holy man Wushuang time to breathe.

"The blood moon is enough, if you want to kill me, you have to pay a heavy price!"

At the critical moment, Saint Wushuang broke through the negative state with strong willpower. As soon as the avatar emerged, the real body escaped from Lin Ziruo's sword, and launched the most ferocious attack with the magic knife.

Anyway, I can't escape, so I just give it a try, maybe there will be a turning point.

Crazy Dragon Slash!
Holy King Fist!
Holy hit!
Cutting light!

A knife to caress the vicissitudes of life!
……

Saint Wushuang's fighting spirit is surging, his holy power is vast, like a king descending, he has an extra divine staff in his hand, dancing with a knife and a staff, launching a fierce attack, blasting out a magical and forbidden skill without capital , the sword was strong and horizontal, and the spiritual arts flew together, submerging a radius of 500 meters, submerging Lin Ziruo as if overwhelming.

Immediately, the sun and the moon dimmed, and the earth sank. Lin Ziruo's magic mask caused waves of ripples, which might split open at any time.

"Well done! The evil king's palm! Slashing the world! Shattering without a trace! A shocking sword..."

Lin Ziruo not to be outdone, the Holy Sword Dances the Wind and the Clouds, and uses powerful skills one after another. The power of the gods is surging, the power of the ban is overwhelming, and with the momentum of sweeping the world, there is a fierce confrontation with the saint Wushuang.

Meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins, and the two once again had a fierce confrontation, but this time Saint Wushuang was persecuted and had to fight back.

The lights of swords and swords were crisscrossed, and spiritual magic was flying together. The figures of the two had long been blurred, and there were only endless shadows of swords, lights and swords, and the sound of collisions and explosions could be heard endlessly.

The strength of the sword and the light of the sword pierced through the ground and rocks, leaving holes one after another, and the magic mask that trapped Saint Wushuang was fragmented and lost its effect.

The flying ant king controlled by Saint Wushuang died in the explosive storm caused by the battle between the two, which was extremely tragic.

There were wounds of varying degrees on the two men's bodies, and their bodies were stained red with blood, which was shocking.

Saint Wushuang's HP is only [-]% left, but if Lin Zi still has [-]% HP, the gap is obvious.

"Sage Wushuang, everything should be over! Wan Jian returns to the sect!"

Lin Ziruo unhesitatingly used his ultimate move Wan Jian Guizong, not giving Saint Wushuang a chance to escape.

At this moment, Lin Ziruo is a sword, and the sword is also Lin Ziruo. The two are indistinguishable from each other, and they contain ten thousand kinds of sword intent, locking onto Saint Wushuang, and rushing out.Under the special attack, it is hopeless for Saint Wushuang to escape.

"Xie Wang Xueyue, you are too deceitful, I will fight with you! The world is unkind, and the saints are unrighteous, so I will kill the saints and destroy the heavens! Pilgrimage strike!"

(End of this chapter)