Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 798: Breakout and kill
Pinglin is deserted, and the cold smoke is like weaving.
Where is the return journey, the long pavilion and the short pavilion.
At night, the cold is strong, the mountains don’t know when there will be heavy fog, the woods are desolate, and the trails are sparse.
Ouyangming acted swiftly, his figure frightened forward like a ghost, and his journey was lonely. He stood on the top of the mountain and looked far away. The woods turned into an endless arc of ink, connecting with the dim sky, spreading to distance.
He clenched the blood coagulation spear with five fingers in his right hand, and glide down the cliff.
Along the short and difficult mountain road, every step you take, your knees will sink into the dead leaves.
Ouyang Ming galloped, but now his position has been discovered by this group of believers.
These people are like a sack gathered quickly, besieging him, in his perception, the mountains are full of dense sparks, there are blue and purple, and blue is the spiritual power of the spirit beasts. , And the purple Mars is the spirit wave emitted by all Turinists.
In front of him, one of the sparks is constantly moving, which is countless times larger than the others.
Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that this was a strong man at the peak of the spirit, and what he did was to cut off the path ahead of Ouyang Ming.
As long as he is stopped, Ouyang Ming will no longer be able to get out.
He was silent, tapped his toes lightly, and flew forward in surprise.
Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness: "Quick, he is here!"
More than ten mid-spirit men and a late-spirit strong man quickly gathered around. This strong late-spirit man has gray hair and wrinkles on his face, but his eyes are filled with blood and more weird hands. Holding two pig-killing knives like arcs, one with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, and the other with a thick and simple blade. The old man licked his lips and snarled: "If you catch alive, you can hurt you but never die." Voice As soon as it fell, the opponent pounced on Ouyang Ming like a vulture, with the fastest speed, tens of meters away from the others.
Ouyangming's heart sank, knowing that there is no hope until the trouble is solved first. He suddenly turned his head with the spear, and made a long roar, before the voice fell, his body has turned into a brilliance, facing the spirit person. The strong later culled away.
The white-haired old man smiled and moved faster on his feet. The pig-killing knife in his hand was hunting and blazing with cold light.
Compared with him, Ouyangming's momentum is not weak at all. The spear keeps piercing, like a torrential rain hitting plantains, crackling, one shot is faster than one shot, and one shot is heavy, forming an airtight in front of him. The afterimage of the gun, his eyes shone, and the spear pushed forward, the spiritual power erupted in the dantian, the gun shadow rolled forward like a monstrous wave in the river, where the gun shadow passed, the trunks and branches , Leaves, and even rocks. All the objects are densely packed with small holes like the eye of a needle, connected into one piece.
Even seeing such a majestic momentum, the white-haired old man's complexion still remains the same, he snorted coldly, and said: "Small bugs."
As soon as the sound fell, the two weird pig-killing knives flicked downwards. After the white light flashed, the white arc directly cut the shadow of the gun in front of him from the middle. Compared with the sharpness that Hen Tu Na showed, it was only slightly weaker.
Ouyang Ming is not discouraged because the sharp edge formed by condensing a hundred shots into one shot is blocked. He quickly adjusted his mentality and took advantage of the momentum to rebound. The spear drew a stunning circular arc, a sliding step, turned into a thorn, and another shot was pierced out.
The old man's face is still flat, the blade in his hand is rounded, like a windmill, cut with a single knife.
Two knives and one shot collided together, and a huge force passed from the pig-killing knife to the old man, which directly shook the old man’s mouth open, blood flowed, and his arm trembled. A peculiar co-shock erupted along the flesh and blood. Even the pig-killing knife in his hand was almost thrown out.
The white-haired old man looked incomparably shocked, and said in his heart, how could this be possible.
For the first time, a solemn color appeared on his face, because he never expected that the power from Ouyang Ming’s spear was so amazing, much stronger than himself, and there was also a special inch of strength that seemed to take him The flesh and blood on his body were all mixed together, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the force of the shock.
Isn't this little guy a middle-level spiritist? Why is there such a powerful force.
The cruel color in Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed away, how could he let this opportunity go.
The tyrannical mental power exploded, almost condensed into substance, exhaled and probed: "Hey!" A weird sound wave was emitted.
Suddenly, even the whistling wind stopped in the night. The white-haired old man felt his head sank, his eyes white, dizziness, his head sank, and he froze for a moment. Fa, the maple leaf patterns on Ouyangming's spear were all lit up, extremely conspicuous in the darkness, and slammed in the front, directly piercing the old man's heart.
It wasn't until this time that the old man's eyes regained his charm, but his strength had flowed out with blood.
A big mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, cursing: "My Lord Demon God will definitely make you worse than dead!"
As soon as the voice fell, he tilted his head and swallowed his last breath.
All this is very long to say, but in fact, it all happened between the electric light and flint. From the white-robed old man rushed, the two clashed, and then to Ouyang Ming exhaled and uttered a strange sound wave. The total amount is not counted. Xi, it can only be said that Ouyang Ming is too decisive, every action is simple and powerful, and has a plan. Of course, under the blessing of the "extremely luxurious" equipment of the blood coagulation spear of the Starscar suit spear, Ouyang Ming's strength has been infinitely close to the later stage of the spirit, and when used in conjunction with the tyrannical mental power, it can kill an unguarded spirit in seconds. The later stage is not surprising.
Ouyangming sighed in his heart that mental power and martial arts were used in combination under special circumstances, and the enemy was able to achieve miraculous achievements without defense.
It wasn't until this time that more than a dozen mid-level spiritual practitioners rushed over.
Stunned and said: "This kid killed all the deacons using the demon method, and avenged all the deacons. The glory of the Holy Light is with us."
"Well, Lord Devil is here, he will definitely make this kid worse than death."
"Kill..." This group of people culled.
In Ouyangming's perception, countless figures gathered around, and the spirits didn't know where they were in the later stage.
He took a deep breath, his eyes were cold, and he said in his heart, a quick fight.
The sky is full of light, and a variety of weird spirit treasures are coming to Ouyang Ming. At the forefront is a white ball of light. The light directly illuminates the darkness. A bald man pinches with both hands. This ball of light hits. Swelling up, countless poisonous needles flew out suddenly. Behind the ball of light, a dark disc followed closely. The lines on the disc, like raindrops on glass, suddenly lit up, and drops of blue rain slammed. Come.
The most terrifying thing is an array disk, the pointer is as big as a sword, and it keeps spinning, making the air grinning.
Under the blessing of the star-scar suit, Ouyangming is like being transformed into a wind. The power of the spirit makes the surrounding environment extremely clear, just like the day. A weird angle avoided the attack, his eyes flashed, and he rushed directly towards a gap.
"No, he wants to flee, stop him!" someone exclaimed.
Seeing this scene, three people galloped over, flipped their wrists, and slashed Ouyang Ming directly on the back.
But at this moment, the sudden change suddenly occurred, and I saw Ouyang Ming's body, like an antelope hanging horns, folding downwards. This change was beyond everyone's expectation, and he flicked the spear in his right hand. Draw a beautiful arc.
With a "click", a **** head rolled down the hillside, and the blood was spilled like splashed ink, making everyone's heart cold.
"One!" His voice was flat, but his speed was faster, his arms and legs were pulled outward at the same time, his body turned into an irregular arc, and another shot was thrown out in the upper right, and an old woman was directly shot from it. Cut in the waist, the internal organs are bloodshot, thrown from the sky, making people nauseous.
"Two!" His voice was tepid, and he looked at the old man left.
The old man's whole body is cold, as if he fell into an ice cave and his mind was frozen.
Pushing on the feet and stepping backwards, with a look of horror...
Ouyangming sneered: "Aren't you going to catch me? Come on, this feat is here, come and get it!"
These believers trembled all over~IndoMTL.com~ An old woman took a step forward, gritted her teeth, and said in a deep voice: "My Lord Devil is here, as long as we hold him, it won’t be long before the deacon rushes over. Can't go!" Before the voice fell, her eyes had become dull, and a dagger had flew past her mouth, piercing her brain.
"Three!"
The sound resounded again like bone gangrene. Although it was plain, but hearing these believers' ears was like drumming, they were tranced and trembling.
"Four!"
The sound is like a curse. Every time it sounds, one person falls in a pool of blood. These believers are afraid, really afraid.
The remaining seven or eight people retreated in a hurry, leaving their backs to Ouyang Ming, but under the blessing of the star-scar suit and blood coagulation spear, Ouyang Ming, how could they possibly be able to go, like cutting melons and vegetables, Falling in the depths of the woods slumped and slept here forever.
The blood dripped down the spear to the ground, ticking, ticking.
Behind Ouyang Ming is a sea of blood and dead limbs, with broken arms, full of rich blood.
Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles!
The cold wind is blowing, and the blood is filled!
The sky became clearer, and as dawn broke, Yue'er completely fell.
On this road, Ouyang Ming didn't know how many people he had killed, but he would have to die if he didn't kill these people.
He rested on the tree trunk for a while, silent, and there was a faint feeling on his body. The low bushes were full of dew. He wiped the blood clotting spear. The spear seemed to feel something. The red color like a maple leaf suddenly lit up.
"Let's go!" He stood up straight, and a sense of decisiveness appeared on him. He didn't want to die. Therefore, whoever dares to stand in front of him, he will kill someone. This is a kind of even heaven. , Can be decisively decisive.
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