After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

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

He stretched out his body, like golden thunder, and took the initiative to attack.

His momentum also skyrocketed, and his figure was vaguely connected to 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!"

He shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out like a poisonous snake. In just a short moment, he stabbed out six swords in a row, each sword stronger than the other.

The majestic light of the soul turned into sword energy like raging ocean waves, rising up one after another, pressing towards Yang Ming with the force of a violent storm.

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

Yang Ming, who had been able to take a hard blow before, was completely unable to withstand it.

He wields his sword like lightning, and every strike is simple, direct and rough, without any fancy.

But with the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, it has an indestructible and unstoppable aura.

The roar sounded like thunder.

Yang Ming blocked the first sword, the second sword, and the third sword. Finally, the short sword in his hand broke, and the remaining violent sword energy swallowed his body.

The golden light on his body was broken through layers and became fragmented.

The next second, the remaining sword energy streaked across his body, as if dismembering him, running across his body.

boom!

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

A sneer appeared on the corner of Lu Ziming's mouth: "Humph, you are overestimating your capabilities."

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

"It's not over yet!"

Yang Ming's roar suddenly sounded.

"what!?"

I saw Yang Ming's body suddenly bounced off the ground, and he roared: "Leverage the strength of heaven and earth!"

Stab it!

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

"I don't believe you won't die this time!!" Lu Ziming was furious. As a fifth-level strongman, it was a shame and humiliation that he couldn't kill a fourth-level man twice in a row.

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

How much money can be exchanged for so much spirituality if it is used to kill Weird! !

Is there any point in killing Yang Ming? If you haven't killed him yet, what's the difference between this and burning the money?

"Wind Sword Power!"

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

A strong storm of swords swept across.

Yang Ming's still running figure was hit instantly. This time, the golden light of his body was shattered like a mirror, and his body was hit hard like a rag doll.

Looking at Yang Ming's fallen figure, Lu Ziming sneered: "You have to die this time, right?"

Just when he was about to take action against everyone.

Yang Ming's loud shouts sounded again in the field: "Heaven and earth will lend their strength again!"

Stab it!

The bright golden light rose into the sky again.

"What!? Isn't this even dead?" Lu Ziming's eyes were filled with disbelief. What kind of monster is this?

Could it be that he had been at the burial site for too long and had become derailed from the outside world?

When did a fifth-level strong man have to go to such trouble to kill someone?

There was a hint of interest in Fang Xiu's eyes. The destiny was indeed destiny. If it were the corpse-suppressing bead before, it would not be able to withstand the light of the fifth level of the soul.

But now the Corpse Suppressing Pearl has been strengthened by Corpse Lake, and its status has been improved, which is enough to be immune to the damage of the light of the soul.

"Lu Ziming! Accept your fate!" Yang Ming punched out with his bare fists. With the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, those fists seemed to contain a volcano that was about to erupt. The golden light flourished and a terrifying torrent of power erupted. Come.

Boom!

The airflow within a radius of several meters was centered around him, surging violently, and the earth seemed to be depressed by three inches under the wind of his fist.

Yang Ming actually had a tendency to get stronger the more he rubbed.

"I will cut you into pieces to see if you die!" Lu Ziming's eyes were red. Just now, he had lost at least 20 worth of spirituality.

He originally wanted to make a quick decision, save some spiritual energy, and get up early tomorrow to make money, but now his hope was shattered. If he continued to delay, he might not have any extra spiritual energy to make money tomorrow.

At the burial ground, losing a day's money was simply worse than killing him.

"Water Sword Power!"

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

Immediately afterwards, a miraculous scene appeared.

As the long sword danced across the air, the air actually produced ripples like water waves. It was like invisible water waves, floating layer by layer and spreading towards Yang Ming.

The sword moves are soft, and even the momentum becomes gentle and drizzle, like the continuous spring rain. It seems weak, but it is continuous and contains unimaginable murderous intent.

Layers of sword energy hit Yang Ming's body, as if softness was overcoming strength, extinguishing the volcano in his fists.

Submerged the bright golden light on his body.

Finally, it hit the body, causing ripples all over the body.

At this moment, every inch of Yang Ming's skin and every bone was crushed in an unimaginable way. His whole body felt like he was falling into the deep sea of ​​[-] meters, and the powerful sea pressure crushed everything in him.

This time the injury was not even resistant to the corpse-suppressing beads. Yang Ming was injured, and the capillaries in his body ruptured, turning him into a bloody man in the blink of an eye.

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

"Hey, I won't let you succeed!" Zombie Wei Xin, who had been watching the battle, took action.

He transformed into a zombie body, with livid skin and protruding fangs, and he actually used his body to withstand everyone's attacks.

Facing the combined blow of everyone, Wei Xin's zombie body was directly blasted to pieces, revealing the white bones.

But the next second, he smiled solemnly: "The Domain of Blood."

A strange bloody light rose from his body and instantly enveloped the entire place.

When illuminated by the blood light, everyone felt the blood surge all over their bodies, and there was a faint tendency to escape from their bodies.

But fortunately, everyone is not weak, and they will not be instantly defeated by the opponent's domain, and they all use methods to suppress their own blood.

However, there was one person who was not suppressed.

That person is the woman with the dog leash.

I saw bright red blood beads beginning to ooze out from the woman's pale skin, one or two, or even countless.

Countless blood beads gathered into a bloody torrent and were sucked into the mouth by zombie Wei Xin.

The injuries on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was back to his original state in the blink of an eye.

The woman, on the other hand, had lost too much blood, and her originally pale and bruised skin became paler and paler. Her whole body collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud. If it weren't for her undetectable breathing and her empty and lifeless eyes, she would have been a dead woman. Like a dead body.

Everyone was furious when they saw this scene.

"brute!"

"I will kill you today!"

Wei Xin looked indifferent, and even spat with disgust: "Bah, this blood is so dirty, virgin blood is the most delicious."

(late)