Super Small Farmer

Zizizi~

The pitch-black thin wire collided with the small shield, making a sound that made one's scalp tingle.

Countless flames, from the place where the two intersect, scurry non-stop, like the most wonderful evolution, blooming in the hands of the Son of Doom.

"What shield is that?"

Yang Tao was really puzzled that he was able to block his own space cutting.

However, he didn't stop for a moment, he had already arrived around the Holy Son of the Blood Race, and the Five Elements Canopy reappeared, covering him. The five-color divine light continuously washed over him, making it impossible for the opponent to reunite.

"Nimma, it's really tough, you can survive this way." Yang Tao cursed secretly, forming strange marks on his hands, and then kept hitting the blood saint son.

This is also learned from the thunder, which can block the opponent's five senses.

"Fortunately, there is no abnormality like the fixed body mark, at least, the cultivation base can still resist it."

When Yang Tao played the first symbol, he felt relieved for a while. From the beginning, he was afraid that the symbol imprint would consume too much and he would not be able to bear it.

But obviously, I thought too much. The consumption of this symbol imprint is not so terrifying, and it is within the acceptable range.

If it is at other times, this symbolic imprint is also chicken help. But now, it is very useful.

Because after all this, Yang Tao smiled lightly on the two sections of the opponent's body. Suddenly, the thunder of doom in his body burst out from the dark red leaves.

Jumping, following Yang Tao's fingers, he slid into the body of the blood saint son.

"Thunder of misfortune?! Damn it, what the hell is going on?!" The blood saint screamed subconsciously in horror, because he felt that the vitality in his body was being continuously melted by the thunder of misfortune.

"What's going on? Why can't I speak!"

The Holy Son of the Blood Race was shocked and realized the terrifying situation.

"No, why is it pitch black in front of my eyes?"

"Why can't I feel any smell..."

"Damn it, even if it's my divine sense, I can't use it! I don't even have any feelings..."

Going crazy, the blood saint son panicked. At this moment, I am like a headless chicken, unable to do anything.

No!

My body can still be used, but I am a blind person, deaf, and a person without the slightest feeling. In this way, even if it can move, what is the use? !

"What happened to the Holy Son of the Blood Race?"

The Holy Son of Doom frowned. Everyone could see that the Holy Son of the Blood Race opened his mouth and kept roaring, but no sound came out.

It's like fake calling!

Moreover, he was still dancing with his hands and feet, and the two parts of his body were constantly colliding. But the opponent didn't stop at all, instead it became more intense.

"No, his body is actually starting to rot?!"

Someone gasped and discovered a terrifying reality.

"Yang Tao, what did you do to him?!" The Holy Child of Misfortune was cold in his heart, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

What is the situation? Does Yang Tao still have some evil magic powers? However, how is this possible? No one has ever heard of it.

I have never seen or heard of those symbols just now, but at this moment, there is a sense of awe in the heart of the Holy Child of Misfortune.

Even thinking about it at this moment, there will be such a feeling.

"That symbol is weird. You..."

"You hammer, do you think I will tell you? Huh, I said it before, don't force me, I will tremble when I get angry."

Yang Tao's eyeballs rolled a few times, and he probably spoke arrogantly.

Even, he himself left the Holy Son of the Blood Race, and shot directly at Muramasa on the side. Just watching quietly like this, the Holy Son of the Blood Race kept shaking around by himself.

"Yang Tao, you..." Muramasa's voice was trembling, he didn't expect that everything would become so fast.

Just now, he still had the chance to win, he was high above the ground, and he was able to dominate the opponent.

But the opponent casually took out another supernatural power and turned the game over.

Murata felt bitter in his heart, and wanted to scold his mother very much. He really doesn't understand why, the other party has such ability, where is Yang Tao's bottom line.

"What are you? Hmph, you should obediently be sealed by Lao Tzu, and kill you like this? It's too cheap for you!"

The figured imprint symbol appeared again, and it was imprinted on the other party's body without the slightest hindrance. Soon, the village fell into the same situation as the blood saint son.

With a big wave of his hand, Yang Tao charged Muramasa directly.

As for the body, it was blown up by Yang Tao!

The entire sky was filled with blood.

Yang Tao was bathed in blood, and with the wounds on his body, his figure was extraordinarily stalwart.

"Next, it's you. Hehe, people in the dark probably don't dare to make a move. Forget it, let's deal with you first. Is the spokesperson of the God of Misfortune, or is this God originally the one you called to stop? What about the people in it?"

"Hmph, you guessed too much."

The Son of Misfortune smiled coldly, and a pair of wings suddenly appeared from behind him. Unlike other people's holiness, his condensed wings are pitch black, like ink.

However, there are these two silver symbols on it, which are particularly dazzling.

huh huh huh~

This time, Yang Tao did not use the power of the five elements and the power of thunder. The other party obviously came prepared, even the Holy Son of the Blood Race has the means to compete against him, and the Holy Son of Doom is naturally no exception.

What's more, at this moment, the power of bad luck surrounds him, no matter what method he uses, he will be affected by the power of bad luck.

But fortunately, the power of space is not among them. Moreover, those symbols that were stolen from the catastrophe were not affected by the power of bad luck.

Sis~

Space cuts constantly appeared around the Holy Son of Misfortune, harassing him. At this moment, the Holy Son of Misfortune, holding a small shield and glowing wings behind his back, was able to completely eliminate the power of space around him.

It seems that the place where he stands is not in the same space.

"Grandma, my cultivation is still too low. If the cultivation is at the same level, why bother?" Yang Tao realized in his heart that all this was due to the difference in cultivation.

After all, the gap between himself and the Son of Doom is a bit big.

"It's useless. These methods of yours are useless to me." The Son of Doom walked step by step, as if he was walking on another side, completely invulnerable, like a god coming to the world!

"Look at Lao Tzu's new method, let you know, don't pretend to be aggressive in front of Lao Tzu!" Yang Tao gritted his teeth, and in his hand, the symbol formed by condensing more than half of the true energy that had just been consumed, suddenly moved towards the Holy Son of Doom push away.

"Hmph, it's useless. How can you look up to my strength?" The voice of the Son of Doom was as cold as iron, without the slightest emotion.

At this moment, he is really like a god, sacred and majestic.

But at the next moment, a dazed scene appeared on his expressionless face. Because his pace suddenly stopped...