Super Small Farmer

"Fuck?!"

It's weird, it's too weird, the power of bad luck is so weird. This is completely bullying, and it's your own body, helping others to bully yourself?

Yang Tao frowned, and looked at the people around him intently.

"Holy Son is really powerful."

The Holy Son of the Blood Race stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his nails, his whole body became excited.

"Yang Tao, your blood is really powerful. Hahaha... It's a body of chaos, this blood is so delicious."

"After swallowing your blood, I feel that I can directly raise another level."

At his level of cultivation, it is very difficult to improve. And the blood of a late-stage distracted person can do this, and the Holy Son of the blood clan was shocked in his heart.

What does this mean? It shows that the blood in Yang Tao's body is of a high level and contains enough power.

"Hmph, Yang Tao, you will become the most powerful dead soul in my hands." Muramasa also had a weird smile on his face, and I, the knife of blood, was eyeing me.

"Now, can you recognize yourself?"

The Son of Misfortune spoke slowly from the side, with his hands behind his back, like an emperor, standing high above.

There was disdain in his eyes. It seems that at this moment, he himself is a giant dragon, while Yang Tao is an ant that can be crushed at will.

The power of bad luck is enough to make Yang Tao fall into the most painful situation, and he doesn't need to do other things at all, just watch Yang Tao being suppressed and killed lightly.

Moreover, the Time Seed that had just escaped from Yang Tao's hands had come into the hands of the Son of Misfortune.

"Hahaha... Do you still want to deal with me? You can see clearly that the time seed is in the hands of the Son of Misfortune."

Yang Tao grinned at the corner of his mouth, diverting his hatred aside.

"Hehe, it's ridiculous, Yang Tao, haven't you seen the reality clearly?"

The blood saint son's eyes did not leave Yang Tao, and there was endless ridicule in his eyes.

"We have already made up our minds to kill you first."

Muramasa opened his mouth and raised the long knife in his hand again.

"Well, since this is the case, let me show you my real strength. To be honest, I am afraid."

Yang Tao murmured, waved his hand casually, and the three gang thunder methods dissipated directly.

It's not that the three-gang thunder method is not powerful, but that the power of bad luck is too weird.

Yang Tao even believed that before the power of his thunder reached the enemy's side, the cultivation in his body would stagnate.

In such a situation, I never believed anything before. But everything that happened just now made Yang Tao sure that this power of bad luck is really powerful.

"Hehe...it's this time, you still dare to brag?!"

The blood saint son narrowed his eyes, seeing Yang Tao's expression at the moment, he didn't relax in the slightest. Everyone present, no one will underestimate Yang Tao at this moment.

The young master of the Five Elements Sect, the celestial arrogance of the celestial master, and the disciple of the Dunkong Sect, are too monstrous. The combat power is unparalleled, and the means are endless.

Knowing that now, everyone has not seen the end of Yang Tao. It seems that he has countless means, waiting to be used.

"They Huaxia people are just arrogance in their bones. Hehe, but they all like to brag, and they don't even think about whether they have the same strength." Muramasa said with a smile, and the blood knife shined again.

"That's right, then I'll get rid of you first. Is the village right? An old man is always to blame, um... If it wasn't for the Holy Son of Misfortune, you would never have the honor of being used by me with the most powerful means." kill."

Yang Tao stood like this, and then slowly opened his hand facing the direction of the village.

"solidification."

"distortion."

The power of space was controlled by Yang Tao.

This is the only power he found that is not affected by the power of doom.

"Hehe, it's useless. Your power of space is useless to me at all." Muramasa sneered continuously, and he could clearly feel that the space around him was not only freezing and distorting.

But his body was wrapped in a blood-red aura, and the influence of those spatial forces couldn't cause much harm to him at all.

"Hehe, don't you understand? My power can already ignore your control over the space." The blood saint son sneered. Although the same situation happened around him, he didn't care.

Yang Tao has used such methods before.

"Is it?"

Yang Tao smiled, then nodded again.

Suddenly, countless green leaves appeared around the two of them.

"Take root!"

The green leaves appeared directly at the feet of the two of them. Sure enough, the power of bad luck could not affect this supernatural power.

"Um?!"

"Fixation technique?"

The two were slightly taken aback, thinking of doing it directly, but at this moment, Yang Tao spoke again.

"kill!"

Two pitch-black thin lines suddenly appeared, and cut across the two of them in the frozen space around them.

"What's this?!"

Muramasa screamed. Seeing the appearance of the thin thread, his scalp became numb, his hair stood on end, and he felt panic in his heart.

"No... this is the power of space!"

The Holy Son of the Blood Race was no longer calm. He never expected that Yang Tao could still control such a power of space.

The thin line is like a knife, not fast, but definitely not slow, and it appears right in front of the two, the distance is too close.

"Damn, what kind of supernatural power is this?"

They evaded first, but their feet were immobilized, and they couldn't move freely at all. Although both of them have the means to break the shackles under their feet, but in terms of time, they must not be able to keep up.

Crash!

The thin line directly crossed the bodies of the two people. Under the space cut, even the flesh body of the blood race was not enough to look at, and it was directly cut into two sections smoothly.

"hateful!"

The Holy Son of the Blood Race is screaming, he is not dead yet, the two parts of his body are glowing, and they want to recover and condense directly.

"Five-color divine light!"

But Yang Tao would give them such an opportunity, and the five-color divine lights that had been on standby all around instantly washed away.

"No!"

Muramasa screamed in terror, wanting to flee. He knew that this time, he had miscalculated. But just after the thin line passed by, the blood-red aura on his body had dissipated, the surrounding space was solidified, and the five-color divine light washed over him.

He is tragic, and there is no possibility of escape at all.

"Son of Misfortune, you should feel it too."

Yang Tao didn't stop. Just when he was attacking the two of them, Yang Tao also displayed his magical powers on the side of the Son of Misfortune.

At this moment, a thin black thread emerged out of thin air, cutting directly towards the Son of Doom.

"Hmph! Do you think I'm the same as them?" The Son of Doom stood still, and a small shield appeared in front of him. It had a white light on it, and a smooth The word 'ten'...