Wang Feng had thought about the amazing survival ability of the blood demon Manku. That sky-blasting thunder could not kill him, but he didn't expect that he would not even suffer from injury!

He was hit by the sky thunder at such a close distance and was not injured? Is that guy the indestructible body of Vajra? If I had known this, I should have thrown three or four of them at the same time just now.

"That monster is about to catch up." Now I was not in the mood to tease me anymore. The storm and the rabbit spirit slapped him and Mapel's legs at the same time: "Run quickly!"

Manku is really going crazy, there is no one who is good at Blade Temple!

There were four Ice Spirits in front and one fight, and Wang Feng threw the sky thunder behind him. Fortunately, his blood demon technique has been greatly improved. With abundant soul power, he can completely dissipate into blood mist when danger comes and avoids an attack. He also relied on this move to escape from Hei Wukai's hands. Otherwise, the sky thunder would have exploded so suddenly in his hand that he could not react even if he was given a god! Such a close-range power would be really not dead and seriously injured.

Where is dignity? Where is moral integrity? Where is their honor in the Blade Church? Are all eaten by dogs?

Mad, you must kill that bitch!

By the way, Hei Wukai, Bing Ling's people, and Wang Feng, all of them are from the same group! It's like colluding, they can't get along with me, and they're simply looking for death!

The raging anger burned in Manku's eyes.

Although the defeat by Heiwukai made Manku angry and shouted to take revenge, Manku knew it in his heart.

Although he can quickly recover by sucking life energy and even improve his cultivation, Hei Wukai's realm is obviously one level stronger than him. Last time he fought, he even felt that the other party had not used all his strength. To be honest, looking for Hei Wukai to take revenge or something, Manku really needs to think carefully. The arrogance in his mouth was just to cover up his defeat and even had the idea of ​​letting other war academys to suffer some losses.

But Wang Feng and Bing Ling are different. He will never tolerate such waste in his eyes to come to play with him!

That damn waste, he must die!

………

If there is still a choice between fighting and not fighting in the first floor of the foggy forest, then in this dark cave on the second floor, there is no choice between fighting or not fighting.

Not only because of the narrow road, but also because in this dark environment, human fear, primitive beast nature and killing nature are constantly being infinitely amplified. Except for a few limited strong people who can also maintain peace of mind in this environment, most people have begun to become cautious and in a panic.

Everyone's nerves are always tight, like a tense clockwork. In the dark environment, when you find someone, your first reaction is often to start first. There are definitely many things that hurt your own people by mistake. From psychological pressure, a considerable number of people have begun to regret entering this space.

The terrain inside the cave is quite complex, and the honeycomb-like mesh cave is only a small part of it. After the disciples on both sides continue to go deeper and run around and open up more "maps", the whole picture of the cave suddenly becomes fuller.

In front of me was a very wide cave. The top of the cave on my head was about seventy or eighty meters away. Some strange lights slowly swam on the top of the cave, like some kind of plant or some strange creature. It was too far away and couldn't see clearly. But no matter what it was, they were obviously quite docile and did not intend to attack the humans below. They just hung quietly on the top of the cave, occasionally moving, like the stars in the night sky, scattering a little of their own light, making this wide cave much brighter than the narrow caves around.

This cave is about a few miles in a radius and is extremely spacious. It is a completely irregular shape of a dozen sides. Honeycomb-like holes are densely scattered on the stone walls around the cave. Some holes are open on the ground, while others are several meters above the ground, or even dozens of meters away.

There were several scattered corpses on the ground, not the monster, but all disciples of the War Academy and the Blade Hall. The corpses were already cold and had obviously been dead for a while, and the soul cards on their bodies had long been touched.

Ye Dun, Jiaoxi, Maxwell, Gole and Zhao Ziyue were gathering here at this time. The corpses on the ground could not attract their attention at all. Their interest was all on a guy holding a giant blade in the center of this cave.

It was a round blade with a short handle, with a blade arc as big as a millstone, and a thickness of two or three centimeters on one side, which was more like an axe. It was carried on the shoulder by the strong warrior with one hand, and it looked quite powerful.

The warrior had a short hair of about a long position, and had a scar on his face that stretched from his left eye to his right chin. He was wearing golden armor, a red cloak behind his shoulders, and there were several corpses of the Holy Clan disciples at his feet. He obviously had fought just now, but obviously did not consume any energy.

"The blood debt under your feet must be paid with blood." Ye Dun spoke lightly.

The Scar Warrior's eyes were bright and divine. Facing the five people out of the top ten in the Blade Hall, he had already blocked his way out, but there was no fear on his face.

"Barring! I don't kill anyone, are you waiting to be killed?" The scar-faced golden warrior grinned, with a thick and thin, facing the top five ten alone, I'm afraid it's hard to be good today. "I've come here and I'm still talking about these things. Are you trashing together? Or are you guys fighting alone?"

Buzz!

The Eternal Gun shook slightly, and Zhao Ziyue stood up.

"Ming Ji, you think too much of yourself." Zhao Ziyu laughed and said, "Kill you, I'm alone enough!"

"I have a species." Ming Ji smiled, and the Juezhan blade carried on his shoulder slightly lowered, and a circle of soul power slightly swept away from the round blade.

One-on-one? He didn't think that the Holy Temple is really trustworthy, but at least he didn't have to face the attack of five people at the beginning. This left him with a chance to escape. Maybe... he could kill one first!

A glimmer flashed in his eyes, and the opportunity had to be shot out: "Come on, let me understand the tricks of the Eternal Spear!"

The two of them had full soul power. Zhao Ziyu was obviously full of energy on his opponent, but Ming Ji had no choice. He could not really ignore the other four people. If he wanted to break through, he had to start from Jiaoxi. Just rush out and it would be easy to do it.

But there is only one chance.

Zhao Ziyue took action, and the Eternal Spear cut through the dark space. Ming Ji also took action to confront the soul-scouting blade head-on, bang...

The soul power exploded, and Zhao Ziyu retreated three steps, but Ming Ji not only did not retreat, but went up with the momentum, and slashed the soul-catching blade in his hand, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Boom~~Boom~~Boom

Zhao Ziyu, who had three consecutive lightning strikes, almost lost his hand. Ming Ji is a fierce warrior of the top ten tribes of the Nine Gods. He has the same style as Zhao Ziyu, but the difference will come out as soon as he fights. Of course, Zhao Ziyu is also a bit of a playful spoiler, and he has no intention of fighting with the other party.

Ming Ji's eyes suddenly surged, and Juezhan Blade swiftly turned, drawing a perfect arc in the air. If he could severely damage Zhao Ziyue, the opportunity would come. The other four people, Ye Dun and Jiaoxi, are both smart martial artists, Maxwell is a war witch, and Gu Le is a thunder witch. If he wants to fight hard, these people will not be able to stop him!

Zhao Ziyu sneered, and the Eternal Spear was withdrawn from the block, but the opponent seemed to have a force-slashing, and it was indeed a false move. After sequel, the blade hook of Juezhan Blade was pulled violently. Zhao Ziyu rushed towards Ming Ji, and at this time Ming Ji's real killing move appeared, the soul domineering - Kaitian Juedi Slash!

Kill one first!

But at this moment, a thunder pillar as thick as an arm in the air hit Ming Ji, making a silent move, with amazing power, and could completely control it without affecting Zhao Ziyue.

Of course, it was the stock that took action.

At this time, there was no need to slash Zhao Ziyue. The red cloak behind him pulled, and the thunder above his head slashed on the cloak. The cloak was instantly penetrated several big holes, but it was empty below, and there was no Ming Ji's figure. His strong body rolled up from several meters away as if teleported: "Hey, what a single..."

Swish!

Before he finished speaking, a sword light rushed towards him.

Ming Ji's reaction was almost at its peak. Before he could catch the sword light from the corner of his eyes, his neck had already begun to shrink instinctively, and Jue Slash Blade swung over at the same time.

But the sword light was too fast. Before the Juezhan Blade could be raised to a completely blocked position, the sword light had already passed by his eyes.

A piece of blood raised, and the Juezhan Blade and the right hand holding it were cut off in just a moment!

Ming Ji let out a muffled groan, hugged his right hand and rolled on the spot. Blood was like a spring on his wrist, and even the golden arm guard and the cross-sectional incision of the hand bone were extremely flat!

Ye Dun, the man on the top!

The wind-like swordsmanship is not gorgeous, but it is a powerful tool for harvesting people's heads. It is not only fast, but also terrifying. It is invincible.

With the knife just now, my body-protecting soul energy did not play any role at all. Not to mention body-protecting energy, even the arm guard made of pure gold was as fragile as tofu in front of the knife light!

The people in the temple were more shameless than he thought. From the beginning, they planned to attack him and the fucking man above him was even more stinky than a pit!

Ming Ji also knew that it would be difficult to be kind this time, so he would have to take a cushion before he died.

Jiaoxi, Maxwell, and two figures appeared quietly at the entrances of the two caves, blocking Ming Ji's last retreat. Behind him, Ye Dun, Gule, and Zhao Ziyue had already surrounded him, and the five of them formed a perfect encirclement, surrounding Ming Ji in the middle.

"Hahaha!" Ming Ji actually laughed. He pulled off a piece of clothes and wrapped his broken wrist roughly as if no one was around. He was soaked in layers of blood, and blood was red. He had no cowardice in the face of death: "The five masters besieged one person, and the damn attack was used. He really gave you a face to the temple!"

"Haha, morality is talked about to others. A beast with bloody hands still wants to learn from others to follow the rules?" Zhao Ziyue laughed, "Are you very angry? Otherwise, you will be angry and you will not be able to take action."

"The defeated man without shame will only follow others' butts and bark." Ming Ji looked at him contemptuously: "No wonder you can only be at the bottom!"

Zhao Ziyu's face looked a little ugly and numb, I'm the ninth.

"Diege struggle is just a way to add to your pain." Ye Dun said lightly: "Ming Ji, please leave your hands, I can give you some fun."

Ming Ji looked at him contemptuously: "Do you think it's possible?"

But Ye Dun suddenly laughed: "But I think we have succeeded."

A numbness suddenly spread from Ming Ji's neck. His face changed slightly. He wanted to turn his neck, but found that his entire neck and lower body had fallen into numbness and stiffness in an instant, and he could not even speak.

It was a green bug that crawled out of his neck. It was so small that it was almost invisible. If it weren't for the sudden green light from its body, the Ming Ji might not have been able to discover it.

This is the poison king, Maxwell!

"Down, fall down, fall down..." Maxwell counted for him with a smile on the opposite side.

In a blink of an eye, countless dense green dots emerged from Ming Ji's collar and neck, surging layer by layer, like a piece of mucus of green leaves.

Ming Ji's body involuntarily fell backwards, but at the moment he fell to the ground, he had a "cuckoo" sound in his mouth, as if he had chewed something, and a black meridian instantly spread along the corner of his mouth to his face.

"not good!"

Ye Dun's face changed slightly, his figure swept, and a knife flashed, and the egg blade slashed towards Ming Ji's neck.

Swish!

The sword light accurately slashed Ming Ji's neck, but it didn't.

Ming Ji's body was changing wildly at this time, and there were interlaced and bulging muscles swelling out of thin air on his body. His body was twisting and shaking, and it continued to grow in a swaying manner. His neck had instantly expanded by two or three circles. The invincible blade of the top had already cut into half of his neck, but it was firmly stuck there by the growing crazy muscles. Ye Dun couldn't pull it out for a while!

boom!

The huge slap, which was two or three times larger, suddenly swept towards Ye Dun directly in front of him. It had no rules and no soul power, but the arrogant huge power alone had already formed a terrifying gale wind, and the sound of breaking the wind roared.

Ye Dun abandoned the sword, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

"Disgusting thing, I'll kill you!" Zhao Ziyue next to him sent a long spear, and the Eternal Spear pointed directly at the eyes of the monster incarnated by Ming Ji like a poisonous dragon coming out of the cave.

But the "Ming Qi" did not resist. Its eyes were as if it were copper bells, and it opened its mouth and roared.

roar!

The terrifying sound waves gathered into a bunch, forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye, rushing Zhao Ziyue and the Eternal Spear directly.

Zhao Ziyue only felt the violent and violent force, and the internal organs were so painful that it was so painful. His throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood could not be suppressed. His body was blown away for seventeen or eighteen turns, and his butt fell to the ground and slid out more than ten meters!

The other four people next to him were shocked. Although Zhao Ziyue was at a disadvantage before, he was not injured. The shot just now was very powerful, but he could not even get close to him.

At this time, Ming Ji was still changing rapidly. Swelling sarcoma grew on his body, and his broken arms grew back directly. They just turned black, just like the bark of dead trees, five fingers formed into claws, and the sharp nails were gray. There were some green spots inside, which looked extremely strange.

At this time, the deformed "Ming Ji" was more than three meters high, and his body was covered with irregular sarcoma, and it looked like a bulging muscle, which seemed deformed and huge. The surging soul power continued to gush out from him and radiated to the surroundings. The thunder magic that had already condensed was forced to dissipate by his soul power.

At the same time, the arms that had just grown swept towards the thigh.

The strong wind was filled with a fishy smell. The face changed rapidly, and he covered his nose and pulled away: "Retreat, it's poisonous!"
To be continued...