Qian Men Xie Shao

Ouyang Junyi only felt that the strength of his whole body was imprisoned, and he couldn't even pull the trigger...

I saw Xiao Yuchen walking towards him step by step, the murderous intent on his face was undisguised, this time Ouyang Junyi really felt that death was approaching him, although he had experienced countless hardships in the past, but there were many masters around him, But this time it is really at the end of the mountain, there is no way out...

"If it weren't for the relationship between our past positions, you and I might be able to become good friends! But..." Xiao Yuchen said lightly.

"Hehe, do you think killing me is the end? You only guessed half. Killing me is not the end, but the beginning..." Ouyang Junyi had a self-deprecating smile on his face, and just as he finished speaking, Xiao Yuchen also crushed his throat...

Ouyang Junyi's body slowly fell to the ground, and his eyes gradually lost their color. One of the top seven sons of the capital, he died!

Looking at Xiao Yuchen's injuries all over his body at this time, Leng Yue was heartbroken, and Ao Tian was also shocked. He wondered if he could still stand if he suffered such a serious injury. Xiao Yuchen really wanted to lie down on the spot. Not only did he The injury is serious, and the physical strength is almost exhausted.

But he knows that he can't, his brother is still fighting, and his most respected A Luo is still fighting the enemy, why should he back down?With Ao Tian's support, the three quickly returned to the battlefield, and the battle on the battlefield was still extremely fierce at this time.

Here, Fan Yi, Zi Lang and Tai Leiya are working together to deal with the two masters of the mafia, the two middle-level masters of the Mafia. His injury was too serious, "Let me do it!" Ao Tian patted Xiao Yuchen on the shoulder, then handed Xiao Yuchen to Leng Yue, and rushed over directly.

Although he has not yet reached the realm of transforming spirits, it is only a thin line. For a hero like him, fighting across borders is not difficult at all, but it is difficult for a mid-level master of transforming spirits. Odds.

"Go to hell..." On the other side, the battle between Reaper and Xuan Ming has also entered a fierce battle. Xuan Ming has wounds all over his body. He has tried all his housekeeping skills, but it is difficult to get up to Reaper.

He finally understands the gap between the peak of Spirit Transformation and the master who controls the realm. If there is a huge gap between the peak master and the realm of breaking the limit, then the peak of Spirit Transformation and the master of the realm are one in the sky and the other in the ground.

Xuanming can be considered to have touched the gate control of the realm, but compared with the god of death, the difference is not 01:30. If the god of death has gone all out from the beginning, I am afraid they would have become corpses, but I didn't expect Xuanming to use it. poison.

At this time, he has already used his unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box, thirteen consecutive kills, which is Xuan Ming's most powerful unique skill, but he has used [-] consecutive kills and was calmly resolved by the god of death. The strongest blow, if this move can't kill Reaper, then his only way is to escape.

I saw a sword shadow killing the god of death. This place seemed to have become a world of swords, but the god of death still didn't panic at all. Suddenly, all the sword shadows disappeared, and only a simple long sword with blue vigor was seen. The sword stabbed at the brow of the god of death.

This sword seems to come from a different dimension. No matter who faces this sword, they don't even have a chance to react, even the god of death is no exception. Xuanming's sword tip is infinitely far from the brow of the god of death. When he got close, the tip of the sword touched the death mask.

"Kang lang..." Under the urgency, the mask shattered into countless pieces like glass, revealing a pale face, but the pupils were surprisingly black, and even the whites of the eyes were completely turned into pieces. black……

Just when Xiao Yuchen and others were worried to the extreme, however, Xuan Ming's sword could only maintain this position. Although there was only a distance of one or two centimeters, this distance seemed to be an insurmountable moat...

"Drink..." At this moment, I saw Death snorted coldly, and the injury was covered by purple energy, and the purple energy was like a waking dragon, flowing in the arms and palms, and then separated from the air. Clap your palm towards Xuanming.

The palm of the God of Death was more than one meter away from Xuan Ming, but the purple energy in his palm hit Xuan Ming's chest, and then he saw Xuan Ming's body fly upside down. He didn't expect that the God of Death could Let the energy out of the body...

"Pfft..." And after Death God slapped this palm, a big mouthful of black blood spewed out, obviously his body had reached its limit...

And after Xuan Ming's body broke a tree that was as thick as a bowl, he got up and started running regardless of his injuries. Although he knew that death was still the last struggle, he still didn't have the courage to face him .

At this moment, the god of death made another move. He slowly raised his arm, and the purple vigor instantly covered the huge sickle. He threw it out casually, and saw the huge purple sickle flying in the air. It draws perfect tracks, and the branches in front of it will immediately turn into powder as long as they are touched...

Xuan Ming felt a murderous aura approaching him, but he didn't dare to turn his head back, so he could only speed up his escape, but this wouldn't just delay his death for a second or two...

"Pfft..." The sickle had just touched Xuan Ming's head, and that head had completely turned into a blood mist. If you took a picture of Xuan Ming's expression and played it in slow motion, you would see a Zhang's terrified face was slowly shredded by the purple energy, and finally turned into a blood mist, which was shocking...

Xuan Ming's headless corpse slowly fell to the ground without even screaming, but the scythe continued to fly forward. The head seemed to be just one of the obstacles in its way. Spin continuously, and then draw a huge circle in the air, and return to the hands of death again.

The huge sickle was thrown from the right hand and returned to the left hand. In just a few seconds, a master who was at the peak of transforming spirits was instantly killed. At this time, the god of death still maintained that posture, and his back, which was originally somewhat hunched, was straight. The left hand is raised slightly, a huge scythe dripping with blood...

Although there is a distance of about twenty meters, Xiao Yuchen can clearly feel that the life of the God of Death is rapidly draining away. This kind veteran has been helping him silently in secret, and has repeatedly let himself escape from the situation of mortal death. , but he died, dying to save himself!

Xiao Yuchen's soul is roaring...

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