Demon Becoming the Lord

Puff puff!

This is the sound of Xiao Lang's body being pierced through. The wooden spear is sharp, passing through, leaving a horrible blood trough, blood splashing, pink flesh and blood turning out, and in some places, bones can be seen, divine power permeated, transpiration inspired, Xiao Lang is like a big funnel, and the divine power in his body is losing wildly.

However, his fist never stopped!

"Boom bang bang!"

The wooden spear can't escape!

Xiao Lang ignored the dozens of wooden spears surrounding his body, and dodged it horizontally and horizontally. Only those who were close to his body were evaded, and he held it in his hand directly, regardless of whether his palm was broken, his fist smashed, or three punches broke!

Shake the spear with blood!

Ruthless?

You are not afraid at all!

At this time Xiao Lang was like a madman, with his long hair scattered, he was already dyed red by blood, and he looked like crazy, killing 800 enemies and harming himself a thousand. In the void, the wooden name who kept coughing up blood because of the broken wooden spear and the damage to the true spirit was stunned.

I've seen someone so cruel, I've never seen someone so cruel!

Mu Ming has also experienced many battles. He has been practicing outside since he was a child. It is not that he has not experienced the battle of life and death, but there has never been a time comparable to this one.

Xiao Lang's fists were too rough.

Obviously it wasn't any advanced martial skills, but using this way of life-for-life made him feel pressured and even retreated. But Mu Ming knew that he could no longer return!

Even if Xiao Lang let him go, he would not be able to go.

The collapse of the true spirit is too serious.

Each wooden spear was formed by the fusion of his true spirit and divine power. So far, more than 20 pieces have been broken. For his long-destructed true spirit, it is undoubtedly worse and difficult to support.

The Eight Treasure Land Lotus is still in Xiao Lang's hands, he must get it!

But now, judging from the current situation, if he wants to get the Eight Treasures Land Lotus, he must pass the Xiao Lang level!

Life and death fight, life and death must be seen!

"I don't believe it! How long can you hold on!"

Mu Ming's heart was cruel, and he took a sigh of relief and manipulated the wooden spear to become more violent and chaotic. For a time, the wooden spear flew around, and there were five piercing Xiao Lang's body. Although he escaped the vitals of his body, the blood It is also powerful, shocking.

Hum!

Xiao Lang also shook his fists continuously, and two wooden spears broke under his iron fist, but immediately afterwards, if his physical strength was exhausted, Xiao Lang's body shook abruptly, and a wooden spear that could obviously be avoided was nailed. Took his shoulders!

Finally can't hold it?

Mu Ming was overjoyed when he saw this scene, but before he could reflect the joy in his heart on his face, he saw that Xiao Lang did not even wrinkle his brows, drew out the spear from his shoulder with his backhand, and smashed his wrist with his fists. Once turned over, two spars appeared in his palm.

One black and one green!

Knowing the green wooden name is amazingly wooden spirit.

Although he didn't know the black wooden name, he could also see Xiao Lang's intention to sacrifice these two spars.

restore!

as expected--

"Crack!"

Xiao Lang used one hand and squeezed his five fingers. The wood spirit shattered in an instant, and the vigorous life force rushed into his body. Of course, the smoky crystal was not broken. Its hardness was amazing. Xiao Lang's soul was revealed and he directly absorbed it. The original power suddenly felt as if the whole person had been knocked on the medicine, and the tyrannical aura rose up into the sky like billowing smoke, which made people look sideways and frightened.

"Fuck!"

Seeing this scene, Mu Ming couldn't help but burst into a swear word, and he was impatient. He manipulated the wooden spear to swing wildly, and the offensive was faster, like a squally rainstorm. Xiao Lang was like a rootless duckweed floating in the deep sea. Repeatedly oscillates under the impact of the enemy, and the action of pulling out the spear and smashing is always continuous!

Spar lives on!

Xiao Lang's state at this time was indeed at the limit.

This is the real limit.

Visible the limit of death!

Using the Wood Spirit to restore the divine power, this was originally in Xiao Lang's plan, using the Smoky Crystal, it was really forced to a dead end. Xiao Lang could not predict the consequences of using smoky crystals, because he used smoky crystals these days in retreat, and immediately fell into a sea of ​​thunder. If this time he also really lost his abilities and fell into a sea of ​​thunder, I am afraid he would really die.

However, Xiao Lang's true spirit was more depleted than Mu Ming, he couldn't hold it anymore, he had no choice!

This is gambling.

It's a gamble!

Fortunately, Xiao Lang won the bet.

The smoky crystal can be used as a wood spirit spirit, it can restore its true spirit in battle!

"Damn, see who can survive whom!"

Xiao Lang held the Mo Jing in his hand and had the main heart bone. He was even more mad, waving his fists frantically, completely defensive, although the torn wound on his body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye under the effect of the wood spirit. Sometimes, before the new granulation shoots, they have been pierced again by the wooden spear, and blood is scattered in the sky.

Xiao Lang's whole body seemed to have come out of a blood cave, splashed with blood and water, and he was a little thinner, and his face was pale as paper. This was because of the loss of too much blood, but his spirit was always Full, full of evil spirits, fists like electricity!

Like Mu Ming, Xiao Lang also killed Red Eye.

Mu Ming must die!

Otherwise, Mu Ming will flee here and will surely summon a large number of Mu Family Venerables. With a wooden name alone, he has already dealt so much effort, even if one or two come again, he can't deal with it.

Of course, Xiao Lang could escape completely.

But he can't!

Mo Jing is still here!

Mo Jing, but whether he can survive the calamity of Huadao! If you give up, what is the difference between giving up your own vitality?

Those who block my way, die!

Xiao Lang's heart was cruel, and even Xiao Lang himself hadn't noticed in a crazy state. As the battle quickly entered the rhythm of death and death, his will was also undergoing transformation.

Sharp as a knife, as solid as a rock!

However, Mu Ming could feel the changes in Xiao Lang's body completely. He could feel the firmness in Xiao Lang's heart. He regarded death as home, and he would definitely live and die!

At this moment, his heart trembled suddenly, and he panicked again.

He can't make it anymore!

The violent aura emanating from Xiao Lang's body constantly impacted his mind, shaking his will, but after all, he also grew up after a **** battle. He was aware of the moment when his mind was shaking. Wonderful, forcibly firm.

"I'm so scared? Afraid of a kid who is only the early stage of Era Realm at best?"

"Do not!"

"The final winner can only be me!"

Mu Ming's spirit was shocked, and crimson eyes filled with madness: "You forced me!"

boom!

For an instant, the true spirit of Mu Ming was violent, with divine power transpiring, and the power of the Great Dao leaked out of his body as if he didn't need money, his arms stretched, and he pointed at the remaining sixty wooden spears that plagued Xiao Lang, killing intent and roaring. Thunder:

"Condensation!"

Hum!

The wooden spear was connected to his mind. If there was spirit, the wooden spears shook together in an instant, and they collided with each other. At the same time the power collapsed, the two wooden spears merged into a wooden spear. Focusing on the tip of the spear again, the whole body is flooded, and the power soars!

Mu Family Secret Art!

The use of such a secret technique seemed to bring great pressure to Mu Ming. When the number of wooden spears was reduced to 30, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood and was lethargic, but the light in his eyes was still violent and poisonous.

Yes.

Kinna is also fighting!

In his eyes there was even a bit of absoluteness. Because he knows better than anyone else, how much impact this secret technique that he is not familiar with and has not fully controlled will have on him. Even if he later killed Xiao Lang and captured the Eight Treasure Land Lotus, he might not be able to full recovery.

The waiting for more than 600 years has become a bubble!

This is a secret technique that Mu Ming has used for more than six hundred years. It has only one purpose--

Kill Xiao Lang!

"I'm not at a loss!"

"He has something to restore his true spirit. Killing him is all mine!"

Mu Ming forcibly comforted himself, reducing the number of manipulations by half, but the wooden spear, which had soared by 80% in power, whizzed towards Xiao Lang, and Xiao Lang's expression suddenly changed.

Strong!

The wooden spear is reborn!

If it was hit by it, it would not be a matter of penetration. If it pierced one's shoulder, the power of the Great Dao burst out, and one of his arms would be taken off!

crisis!

The biggest crisis to fight against Kina!

Seeing the roaring spear, Xiao Lang even saw the scene of his body being pierced, bursting to death, and being thwarted.

This is death.

Xiao Lang felt the icy cold of death!

"I'm dying?"

At this moment, Xiao Lang really wanted to break up and fled. Unlike the wooden name Eight Treasure Land Lotus, if Xiao Lang is willing to abandon the smoky crystals in this waste mine, he can completely escape. With the wooden name in his current state, it is impossible to catch him.

However, as soon as this thought came to mind, it was directly expelled by Xiao Lang, radiant and firm as iron.

"Flee a bird!"

"I ran away with this threat. Why is it in the West Desert and the stars and sea, and why should I break the calamity of Huadao?!"

Under the oppression brought by death, Xiao Lang's will finally ushered in a complete transformation at this moment. The physical body was still in severe pain, and the weakness of the collapse of the true spirit was still lingering in his heart, but at this moment, Xiao Lang felt his thoughts accessible. It seems that all the thoughts are gone, there is only one thought in my heart——

Tear it up!

Tear these spears!

Tear the wooden name!

Win the battle!

This is pure without scruples. What Huadao, what smoky quartz, even if these are the source of his persistence so far, but at this moment, these seem to be no longer important.

"I want to live!"

Xiao Lang didn't notice it. Just when his thoughts turned into one, the true spirits in the sea of ​​consciousness fluctuated violently, like a wave. At the same time, facing the roaring 30 wooden spears that could kill him, Xiao Lang The ghost is so bad that he punches straight out!

Mu Ming was overjoyed when he saw this.

"Don't hide?"

"court death!"

call!

Mu Ming manipulated one of them and pointed directly at Xiao Lang's eyebrows, with reservations, because in his opinion, the current Xiao Lang still used his previous boxing techniques to fight, which was undoubtedly a fight for death. He must converge his strength as much as possible and keep the consumption to a minimum. In this case, if he swallows the Eight Treasure Land Lotus, there is still the possibility of a complete recovery.

But what he never expected was--

"Crack!"

"boom!"

In Mu Ming's eyes, the extremely sharp wooden spear collided with Xiao Lang's fist, but it broke apart at once, torn in an instant, and his heart was severely painful, causing his face to change suddenly.

How is this going?

He did not see that Xiao Lang blasted out with a punch, and a white mark appeared between the shadows of the fist, and there were two twists and turns.

However, Xiao Lang saw it, it was like a lightning strike for an instant, his eyes were clear, and his heart was calm.

"It turns out that this is what Ben Lei lacks most in the transformation, not skill, but will!"

Xiao Lang realized it!

The battle of the Lord is between life and death.

Live toward death, never go forward!

Two styles, double beating thunder!