Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

"If the fifth-order powerhouse only has this level, then you can go to hell." Yang Ming said coldly.

With a stretch of his figure, he took the initiative to attack like a golden thunderbolt.

His aura also skyrocketed, and his figure was faintly connected with the surrounding heaven and earth, and every move carried the power of heaven and earth.

Lu Ziming's face darkened, as if he was stimulated by Yang Ming's arrogance.

"court death!"

With a loud shout, he stabbed out the long sword like a poisonous snake. In just a short moment, he stabbed six swords in a row, and one sword was stronger than the other.

The majestic light of the soul turned into sword energy like raging sea waves, rushing up one after another, carrying the force of the storm and pressing down on Yang Ming.

This time, the power of the fifth level was vividly displayed by Lu Ziming.

Yang Ming, who was able to take a hard blow before, was completely overwhelmed.

He swung his knife like lightning, and every knife was simple, direct and rough, without fancy.

But under the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, there is an invincible and unstoppable courage.

The roar sounded like thunder.

Yang Ming blocked the first sword, the second sword, and the third sword. Finally, the dagger in his hand broke, and the remaining violent sword energy engulfed him.

The golden light on his body was broken layer by layer and became fragmented.

In the next second, the remaining sword energy streaked across his body, as if dismembering him, and traversed his body.

boom!

Yang Ming fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

There was a sneer at the corner of Lu Ziming's mouth: "Hmph, I'm overthinking myself."

He glanced at everyone with a fierce look in his eyes: "Next... it's your turn!"

"It's not over yet!"

Yang Ming's violent shouting sounded suddenly.

"what!?"

I saw Yang Ming's body suddenly bounced off the ground, and he roared: "Heaven and earth use their strength!"

Stab it!

The dazzling golden light shot up into the sky again, turning into a golden thunder and rushing towards Lu Ziming.

"I don't believe you're still alive this time!!" Lu Ziming was furious. As a powerhouse of the fifth rank, it was a great shame to be unable to kill a fourth rank twice in a row.

The most important thing is that spirituality is all money in the burial place!

So much spirituality, if it is used to kill Weird, how much can it be exchanged for! !

Is there a fart for beheading Yang Ming?What's the difference between burning the money and burning the money?

"Wind Sword Power!"

Lu Ziming slashed out nine swords in an instant, and the nine sharp sword lights were struck out like a tornado, and then slowly merged into one in mid-air, and finally the nine swords turned into one sword.

A strong blade storm swept across.

The figure of Yang Ming who was still running was hit instantly. This time, the golden light on his body was shattered like a mirror, and his body was sent flying out like a rag doll.

Looking at Yang Ming's fallen figure, Lu Ziming sneered and said, "I'm going to die this time, right?"

Just when he was going to attack everyone.

Yang Ming's yelling once again sounded in the arena: "Heaven and earth will use their strength again!"

Stab it!

The bright golden light shot up into the sky again.

"What!? This is not dead?" Lu Ziming's eyes were full of disbelief, what kind of monster is this.

Could it be that I have been in the burial place for too long and have derailed from the outside world?

When did the fifth-order powerhouse take so much effort to kill someone?

There was a look of interest in Fang Xiu's eyes. Destiny is worthy of destiny. If it was the previous corpse-suppressing bead, it would not be able to resist the light of the fifth-order soul.

But now the corpse-suppressing pearl has been strengthened by the corpse lake, and its personality has been improved, which is enough to be immune to the damage of the light of the soul.

"Lu Ziming! Take your life!" Yang Ming punched out his naked fists. With the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, those fists seemed to contain a volcano that was about to erupt. Come.

Boom!

The airflow in a radius of several meters is centered on him, violently surging, and the ground seems to be lowered by three inches under the wind of his fist.

Yang Ming actually had a tendency to get stronger with rubbing.

"I'll tear your corpse into thousands of pieces to see if you die!" Lu Ziming's eyes were red. Just now, he lost at least 20 worth of spirituality.

He originally wanted to make a quick decision, save a little spirituality, and get up early tomorrow to make money, but now his hopes are shattered, and if he drags on, there may not be any extra spirituality to make money tomorrow.

In the burial place, losing money for a day is more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Water sword momentum!"

Lu Ziming drew his sword again, this sword was no longer as sharp as before, but unusually soft and slow, like a Tai Chi sword.

Immediately afterwards, a miraculous scene appeared.

As the long sword danced across the air, ripples like water waves appeared in the air, like invisible water waves, floating layer by layer, spreading towards Yang Ming.

The sword moves were soft, and even the momentum became gentle and drizzle, like spring rain, seemingly weak, but continuous, containing unimaginable murderous intent.

Layers upon layers of sword energy hit Yang Ming's body, as if using softness to overcome rigidity, extinguishing the volcano in his fists.

It drowned out the bright golden light on his body.

In the end, it hit the body, and the body also produced layers of ripples.

At this moment, every inch of Yang Ming's skin and every bone was crushed unimaginably. His whole body felt as if he had fallen into the deep sea of ​​[-] meters. The strong sea pressure squeezed everything about him.

The injury this time was hard for even the corpse suppressor to resist. Yang Ming was injured, the capillaries all over his body ruptured, and he turned into a blood man in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and quickly mobilized the power of the domain to stop Lu Ziming's pace.

"Hey, I won't let you succeed!" The zombie Wei Xin, who had been watching the battle, made a move.

He turned into the body of a zombie, his skin was ashen, and his fangs swelled, and he used his body to resist the attacks of the crowd.

Facing everyone's joint attack, Wei Xin's zombie body was directly blasted to pieces, exposing the white bones.

But in the next second, he smiled grimly: "The field of blood."

A strange bloody light rose from him, instantly covering the audience.

When illuminated by the blood light, everyone only felt the blood rushing all over their bodies, and there was a faint tendency to take their bodies out.

Fortunately, everyone is not weak, and they will not be defeated by the opponent's domain in an instant, and they will resort to various means to suppress their own blood.

One person, however, was not suppressed.

That person was the woman on the leash.

I saw bright red blood beads oozing from the woman's pale skin, one by two, or even countless.

Countless blood beads gathered into a torrent of blood, which was sucked into the mouth of the zombie Wei Xin.

His physical injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he recovered in the blink of an eye.

The woman lost too much blood, her pale and bruised skin became paler, and she collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud. If it wasn't for her faint breathing, coupled with her hollow and lifeless eyes, Like a dead body.

Everyone was furious when they saw this scene.

"brute!"

"I will kill you today!"

Wei Xin, on the other hand, looked indifferent, and even spat out with disgust on his face: "Bah, this blood is really dirty, and the blood of a virgin is the most delicious."

(late)