The cultivation of the strongest ancestor

Boom!

A sonic boom rang out in the air.

Ye Renjie was smashed in the chest by Beikong's punch, his body flew out, and he fell heavily to the ground, with blood at the corner of his mouth eye-catching.

After hearing Mu Wanqing's voice, he didn't plan to continue to escape.

comprehending the avenue, the strength of the world in one word, made him understand that even escaping is a luxury.

But it's not despair.

Mu Wanqing gave him the conditions to kill

Ye Renjie! Only the eighth layer of qi refining, whether it is the realm or combat experience, he, the leader of the air thieves for nearly a hundred years, will crush Ye Renjie.

"Boy, is this not going to work?" suddenly burst out, stepped on a deep pit under his feet, jumped up three feet, fell from the sky, and the spiritual power on his fist gathered, "Die." "

He wants to live

!" "Damn it, it's you!" Ye

Renjie's chest was shattered, and the spiritual power on his body turned into purple thunder, wrapping around his body, and his wounds were healing.

The acquired thunder body is far more powerful than that of ordinary monks.

"The second form of the Shenxiao Thunder Method: Thunder God Fist. "

Boom.

Thunder roared.

Ye Renjie's fist was entangled with thunder and lightning, and the purple rays shone brightly, as if two thunderballs met Beikong's fist.

Click.

A piercing sound of bone cracking.

Ye Renjie staggered back, Lei Mang on his fist was scattered by a punch, blood flowed, and white bone stubble was faintly visible in the flesh and blood.

Even if Beikong was suppressed in the ninth layer of qi refining, the gap between the two was still visible.

"Boy, you're too weak, let me give you the final blow.

Beikong smiled, he thought he was a character, but now it seems that killing him is like slaughtering a dog.

Swish.

Draw your knife out.

Spiritual power poured in, black gas wrapped around the blade, and the black knife flashed with a ghostly light, weird and demonic.

"The black knife is secretly entangled!" a

knife was swung out, and the black knife aura was like a crescent moon.

Call.

Roll up the wind.

Flying sand and rocks.

Yellow sand fills the sky.

Among them, the black crescent moon was extremely fast, tearing through the space and approaching Ye Renjie's face.

The sword is fierce.

Ye Renjie's long hair was floating, and his face was rubbed with a slight wound by a blade.

Blood flows.

"Shenxiao Thunder Method Third Form: Lightning Channeling Technique!"

From the top of Ye Renjie's head, a pillar of white spiritual power light rose into the sky, connecting with the clouds.

It's getting dark.

Boom!

The thunder was

deafening.

A thunderbolt the size of a bucket descended.

Ye Renjie was bathed in thunder, blood oozed out of his pores, and the thunder tempered his body.

"It's too weak.

Beikong's voice came faintly.

The black crescent explodes on the thunder pillar, and the northern sky is close behind the black meniscus sword qi.

Black Knife Demon Ye.

Click.

The thunder pillar breaks from the root.

Ye Renjie shot out of the thunder pillar, his body was like a kite with a broken string, blood spurted from his mouth, and blood splattered in the air.

Beikong carried a black knife on his shoulder, smiling, and wielding a knife to break the thunder pillar, and the thunder did not hurt his body.

Spiritual power washes over the body.

Living in the sky for a long time, Gangfeng tempered his body, and his physical body can be called King Kong is not bad.

Even if his cultivation was suppressed to the ninth level of qi refining, just with this physical body, he could also push it horizontally under the foundation.

Even if he is a foundation monk, he is not invincible in a battle.

Beikong looked at Mu Wanqing, "Can you let me go now?"

At this moment, Ye Renjie was lying on the ground, with a hideous knife wound on his chest from his shoulder to his ribs, blood flowing, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Although it was a death match, Beikong's last knife was still spared.

He could see that the relationship between Ye Renjie and Mu Wanqing was not ordinary, and if he really killed him, he was worried that Mu Wanqing would backtrack.

"No, you can't. Mu Wanqing looked at Ye Renjie, her face was indifferent, and she had no emotion at all, "I said, kill him before you can leave, and now he is still alive." "

Only a death match can bring out the potential in a person's body.

Only by getting infinitely close to death can we comprehend the true meaning of life.

Beikong was stunned and watched Ye Renjie raise his knife, "Since that's the case, I can only kill you." "

Ye Renjie, is this the determination you want to become stronger?" Mu Wanqing roared at him, his voice wrapped in the power of the Great Dao, coming from all directions, "You are so weak, what you want to protect will only be trampled on by others under your feet!"

Beikong smiled fiercely, the black knife in his hand was raised high, and it suddenly fell.

"It's all over. "

At this distance, with such an injury, even if the king of heaven is here, he can't hide from it.

The black knife was bloody, splashing three feet on the ground.

"What did you say it was over?"

I saw that there was another wound on Ye Renjie's chest, and the thunderous spiritual power jumped in the wound to stop the bleeding.

He was hunched over, his arms almost hanging to the ground, blood pouring from the wounds, "tick-tock" staining the ground beneath his feet, "What I want to protect, no one will be allowed to trample on!"

Bang.

Thunder roared.

It came from Ye Renjie's body, as if it was the sound of his heartbeat.

The acquired thunder body will transform the spiritual power in Ye Renjie's body into thunder, and at this moment, the ability will awaken.

The thunder and lightning in his body swam, changing the structure of his body, and the meridians and organs all burst out with thunder, as if forged by thunder and lightning.

Spiritual power penetrates from the pores.

Covers the whole body.

Convergence, forming, and solidifying, like armor covering the whole body.

"Mutation Secret Technique: Thor's Armor!" "Mutant

Spirit Root is an extremely rare existence, even if it is a miscellaneous spirit root, it will have a unique bloodline secret technique.

At this moment, Ye Renjie completely stimulated the potential of the acquired thunder body that had been silent for a long time!

Beikong hurriedly retreated, distanced himself from Ye Renjie, his face was solemn, and at the moment just now, he felt a terrifying aura on Ye Renjie.

He put away his contemptuous gaze, and the black knife pointed at Ye Renjie, and his spiritual power surged.

In the dantian, a black golden pill spun rapidly and flew out of the body.

Black spiritual power swirled like mist.

The breath is cold and makes the hairs stand on end.

Even Mu Wanqing's face was a little moved, and she looked at Beikong, "You are really the descendant of the Demon Sword Sect, I thought that the sect was extinct, but I didn't expect that there were still people who survived." "

Demon Knife Gate.

There is no one of the most murderous sects in the Southern Regions.

Murderous nature, tempering the blade with human blood, condensing evil thoughts.

Where its sect is located, whether it is a mortal monk, there is no living mouth within 10,000 miles, and the lives are devastated.

Notorious.

Later, it was surrounded and suppressed by the ten major sects today, the sect was shattered, and the disciples died, making great contributions to the future peace of the Southern Regions.

"I can't imagine that there are still people who remember the Demon Sword Gate. Beikong smiled coldly and looked at Ye Renjie, "But even if you are recognized, someone must die today!"

The black golden pill was imprinted on the center of Beikong's eyebrows, forming a black circular brand.

Spiritual power skyrocketed.

Black spiritual power wrapped around his body.

The black fog was hazy.

It's cold and weird.

The knife fell suddenly.

"Black Knife Quintet. "

The black knife dances wildly.

The ground cracked and collapsed into a pit at the foot of the North Sky.

Five black crescent moon sword qi covered the sky and swept in.

Whew!

The sword wind is whistling.

There was no contact, and the surrounding trees were broken together, and the wound was smooth and flat.

The ground grass cracked, and the avenue was slashed with a knife!