Supreme Demon

Chapter 424 Life and Death

Nine days to kill, the ninth kill!

This is a realm of detachment. It is much stronger than the eighth kill. The eighth kill is only the fusion of man and flame. It can only be said that it has reached a tyrannical level, but the ninth kill is human and soldier. Fusion.

What is a soldier? !

People are soldiers, broken blades are soldiers, and vegetation is also a weapon. This is the fusion of man and heaven. The sentiment is very wonderful. It is a real harmony between man and nature. You can feel the most subtle changes between heaven and earth. The dance of a grass, a leaf landing, put the Buddha in front of you.

The reason why Ling Feng said this is not unreasonable. If you can grasp the pulse of the demon and launch an attack in advance, it is not impossible to kill it. Moreover, this is his only hope. Otherwise, it will be so entangled. The first thing that is consumed is his own.

The monarch waited until he had known how many years, so he could afford it, but Ling Feng could not.

If the demon is forced to rush, to Yunxi, Liu Shushu, that is the most terrible thing, because in any case, he can not stop, the latter is too fast.

"The ninth kill, not crazy, not a magic!"

Ling Feng heart low drink, he put away the double stone, let it into the eyebrows, this scene is more to see the devil swaying, this is a powerful spirit, there are still physical weapons, this It’s different, it’s a powerful mess.

"choke!"

Lingfeng Dantian burned and burned out. At the same time, the broken blade also flew out. In the midair, it flashed the light of the splitting air. He wanted to realize the nine-day killing, and naturally used weapons.

"Oh, is it an ancient device?" The magical monk was amazed, how ancient is the ancient device in this world?

It is that Wushen may not be able to get it. I did not expect that this young man actually had such a weapon in Dantian, which made him more satisfied and satisfied.

"You are very good, I found that I like you more and more." The magical language is not surprisingly endless.

"I hate you more and more!"

Ling Feng angered, he was actually liked by an old monster, this is a general shame, and this is still in the ears of Liu Shushu and Yunxi, how can he see people in the future? !

"kill!"

The next moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, took a deep breath, and the heart that burned in the anger became smoother, and his mind was quiet and entered the ethereal realm.

"bass!"

The next moment, he raised his hand and smashed it out. Six burning flames flew out, forming a striking blade, faster than his footsteps, more amazing than lightning, and the sound of wind and thunder in the air, the blade has already reached the demon In front of.

"嗖"

After a blade fell, the demon slammed into the back of Ling Feng. He raised his hand and slammed it forward, but it was burned by the sacred fire of the Second Sun. Not only that, but the Sanyang Flame also flew. Come out and pounce on the demon.

This made the demon king also shocked, quickly flashing away, the thrilling old face, also covered with frost, this juvenile killer too much, leading him to have a feeling of no way to start.

"Hey..."

At this time, Ling Feng had already turned back, and the blade was slashed out one by one. The speed was getting faster and faster. His vertical blade was like a calligraphy master. He was splashing ink. In an instant, the blade was filled with the whole world. Formed a magnificent handwriting.

kill!

The third kill, the fourth kill, the fifth kill... Ling Feng completely entered the state of self, and had a brand new sentiment for the nine days of killing. The whole person seems to have turned into a flame and strangled on the broken blade.

"puff"

Although, the demon has been trying to dodge, but it was still hurt by the blade mans, a large nail of the remnant of the nail was smashed down, the pain of his body straight, to know that it is mental power, more than a hundred times more painful than the physical damage.

"choke……"

The seventh killing, the blade mangling from all sides, all gathered to the demon king, which made him very surprised, this teenager actually still masters such a sword? !

What is this? !

He escaped the attack arbitrarily, and the cold blade made his scalp numb, and the souls were cold. Because the blade was getting faster and faster, the wind was getting more and more faint, such as galloping. Lightning, constant murder.

"Hey!"

The eighth killer shot, Ling Feng is burning, the broken blade is burning, the momentum rises to the sky, and it condenses together. When it is strangled, there is only one line left.

"噗".

The demon was inadvertently, and stepped into the footsteps. The remnant was knocked out of the big piece of thumb, which made him obviously dim, and he was shocked and angry. This kind of murder was too dense, like crowding. Full of the sky, if it is the peak period, he can completely crush the wind with a finger, but now he only has the soul, but can not kill the martial arts.

"Children, do you dare to hurt me?!" The demon angered, and the folds on the old face shook.

It can be said that the Ling Feng at this moment completely exceeded his expectations. Only then did he get rid of two remnants of the soul. According to this momentum, he was afraid that he would soon be weak and was killed by this boy.

Therefore, he knew that he could not let Ling Feng continue to kill, it was too passive, and he must have died in the end.

"Why can't I hurt you?"

Ling Feng yelled. "You want to win? Can I still kill you?"

"You old monster, you still have to be shameless?" Ling Feng said angrily. "There is a kind of you standing in the same place, let me cut it, take a shot, then I will not hurt you."

......

The devil is desperately trying to vomit blood. It finds that he is bickering with this boy. He will always be a loss, let him stand and wait to kill? !

Indeed, Ling Feng will not hurt him because he has been shot dead!

"I didn't want to hurt such a perfect body, but now I have no choice!" The devil was angry, he slowly let go, and his spirits spread and formed an old body.

Then, he pulled out a soft sword from his waist, black as ink, as thin as a flap, engraved with mysterious runes, and released an amazing suffocating, which comes from the level of spiritual power.

"The Horcrux!"

The purple wind exclaimed, and was shocked and said: "Ling Feng, this time I am afraid it is more troublesome."

Ling Feng’s heart is secretly stunned, and the eyes are gloomy, but it’s the Horcrux. How can this old monster not die for so long? Also found out the Horcrux? !

The warrior has weapons, and the body has weapons. So, what about the spirit?

Of course, there are also weapons of their own, that is, the Horcrux, as the name suggests, the Horcrux can be motivated by the spirit of mind, just like a warrior, can play as much as possible, so that the spirit of thought burst out several times the combat power, this is extremely terrible of.

The Horcruxes, like the physical weapons, are hard to find on the Shenwu continent, but they did not expect to appear on the old monsters.

"In any case, I have to understand the ninth kill!"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, although he hated to die, but also had to admit that this old monster is powerful and terrible, for the present, can only continue.

"Hey..."

Ling Feng continued to kill nine days of killing, from the first kill to the eighth kill, earth-shattering, especially the burning of burning flames, but also to promote the killing to a peak, the demon who killed is boring.

"Sword of the Soul!"

Suddenly, the demon lord moved, directly avoiding the attack of Ling Feng, appearing beside Ling Feng, and then, the Horcrux in his hand, fiercely slammed into the back of Ling Feng.

"Hey!"

Ling Feng suffocated, after the heart stained blood, this blow broke the blockade of the Second Yang Shenghuo, a sword stabbed into the flesh and blood of Ling Feng, and that spirit of mind, but also along the flesh and blood, quickly collapsed to Ling The spirit of the wind.

This made him jealous, his body trembled, his eyebrows were distorted into the word "chuan".

"when!"

He retorted and slammed directly on the Horcrux, and repelled the Devil. Then he showed the eighth kill and rebelled.

"puff"

However, the next moment, he was stabbed again. Although the second yang fire has poured into the past, it can still be cut. The Horcrux itself is much sharper than the general weapons. Besides, it is still a holy weapon. I can imagine how terrible it is.

"Oh, I am killing..."

Ling Feng was angry and violent. He violently rushed out and ran in one direction, his eyes getting colder and colder.

He must do this, not only to lead the demon, to give Yunxi, Liu Shushu a chance to breathe, and more importantly, he wants to force the demon to have to chase, and the eighth kill is formed. A path of arrogance, killing the past behind him.

"puff"

The demon was first surprised, and then quickly chased after him. However, the blade was too much, packed with the sky, causing him to be injured again, being cut down by a small piece of soul, and his face was dismal.

"Children, you are forcing me to kill you!" said the devil with anger.

"Compared to the win, I would rather die!" Ling Feng roared.

"Then I will send you to die!"

The demon is angry, the mountain river is bloody.

His body flashed, and it was behind Ling Feng. The Horcrux directly slammed into the back of Ling Feng. The spirit of the body rioted and madly spurred the past.

"boom!"

Ling Feng was in a huge earthquake and was dizzy. If it wasn't a critical time, the master's dynasty rushed over, fearing that this blow would be fatal. It seems that the demon is also rushed. He wants to finish in the shortest possible time. She.

"kill!"

"dead!"

Ling Feng rebelled against the demon, the eighth kill flew out, and the demon's soul device, but has already pointed to his forehead, not because he is too slow, but the demon is too fast.

"Hey!" Ling Feng flew.

"Children, this is your destiny, let's accept it!"

The demon came flying, and the Horcrux hit the eyebrows of Ling Feng. The rushing rushed to the soul sea of ​​Ling Feng, and they were strangled together with the masters, and they wiped out each other.

boom!

boom!

However, this is only the beginning. The Devil's three hits hit the head of Ling Feng, and it is impossible to prevent it. The Sanyang Holy Fire can only play a role in blocking.

The spirit of thought is flying, Ling Feng's eyebrows are bleeding, and Yin Hong is a piece. He feels that death is constantly approaching.