Chapter 143

"Hum..."

The sky and the earth are buzzing, the void is broken, and the bright silver light tears the sky. Within a thousand feet, it is like the collapse of the earth. The mountains under their feet have long been destroyed by energy and devastated.

The cold eyes of the old man of the soul family swept Chen Xiaoming, and the broken nothingness swallowing inflammation was taken back. With a flash in his hand, a dark red Ghost Head axe emerged. In a moment, the old man's eyes were scarlet and extremely angry.

Stepping on the void, in a flash, the old man had come near Chen Xiaoming. The bright silver light shrouded him, but he was forced back by the red evil spirit before he approached.

"You're strong, but you can't let go."

The cold words came out, and the old man of the soul family didn't say more. His figure flashed and appeared on the huge figure. His hand was like a ghost's head axe solidified with blood. A huge bloody axe nearly a thousand feet across the sky.

The sharp axe cut through the void. There were dark cracks about a hundred feet long between heaven and earth. The evil spirit of the whole sky condensed on the axe and destroyed everything.

Chen Xiaoming in his huge body, his eyes lit up, his hands moved slightly, and the huge virtual shadow moved with him. The silver light on the silver spear in his hands flickered, and nine golden dragon patterns were engraved on it.

A little cold comes first, and then the gun goes in and out of the hole!

The void is broken, and the space is opened by it. The silver spear passes through the wormhole of the space, and the later one is placed first, directly on the axe.

"Bang!"

The power of terror broke out, the silver spear shook slightly, and the space behind him appeared cracks like a mirror. A little under Chen Xiaoming's feet, when the void was disillusioned, it had disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already beside the old man. The silver spear awned across the sky, like painting, stabbed the old man's head at the key place.

"Cut!"

The handle of the axe revolved in his hand, and the ghost's giant axe turned its direction and split out again. The void was broken, and the huge evil Qi condensed on it and almost turned into essence, just like a demon that drank all his blood.

"Boom."

The power of terror impacted, and the bloody evil spirit on the ghost axe broke out. The evil spirit was very corrosive. Almost in the blink of an eye, it was contaminated with the silver spear.

The blood of the spear seemed to be full and bruised, which made Chen Xiaoming frown.

The bright silver light in the body broke out, the force of space moved, and the hand trembled slightly, but it put the light in the hand

The long gun spun rapidly.

To evaluate marksmanship, whether the gun is long or short is on the one hand, but on the other hand, it depends on how the marksmanship is.

As a saying goes, although I am short, I can rotate.

Cough, cough, Chen Xiaoming is deep in this way. At the moment, he shakes his gun with one hand, and the power of space explodes. He strangles the surrounding void, and the bloody evil Qi is dissipated by the power of space in a moment.

"Hum."

The old man of soul clan gave a cold drink, and the huge axe in his hand kept chopping out, and blood colored axes flew out. In the blink of an eye, the old man split hundreds of axes in a row.

The majestic bloody gas between heaven and earth filled the sky. The blue sky seemed to be dyed red by it, and the strong evil spirit came to his face. The silver light diffused by Chen Xiaoming was compressed back into his body.

The silver spear in his hand constantly points out, and space wormholes are formed. The void around Chen Xiaoming is broken by it, like a vacuum to resist the attack of the old man.

The way of the soul clan elders is very simple, that is to consume and kill Chen Xiaoming.

Although Chen Xiaoming's gun is strong, it's too powerful to last long!

Compared with a man who has experienced many battles and vicissitudes, he is a little too young.

What if a star douzun can fight a saint? The fighting spirit in his body is like a vast ocean. The old man doesn't believe that a douzun can consume more energy than himself.

Chen Xiaoming in the bright silver light frowned at the moment, but he guessed the old man's plan. Although there is a system, he is not afraid, but he is not ready to spend with the old man anymore.

I know his length, but he doesn't know his depth.

Chen Xiaoming's mouth shows a faint smile. Maybe he can operate a wave.

"Bang, bang, Bang..."

With the continuous war between heaven and earth, the silver light in Chen Xiaoming's body is constantly consumed, and his huge body is shrinking, as if it is difficult to maintain such a large consumption.

The originally rising breath also shows a sign of decline at the moment.

Seeing such a scene, the old man of soul clan showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth. Sure enough, as he guessed, the consumption of such a powerful secret method must be amazing.

With the strength of the latter one, xingdouzun, he can't stick to a long battle at all!

His eyes are burning. If he can get such a powerful secret method, maybe he can compete for the position of head of soul clan.

Empty swallowing inflammation gushed out of his body. At the thought of this, the old man's eyes glowed. In order to have a long dream, Chen Xiaoming ran away and directly launched a rapid offensive.

Under the distant sky, Xiao xun'er and the purple Lion King also noticed Chen Xiaoming's decline. Xiao xun'er was worried, but he couldn't help flying away.

"Don't go, it's dangerous."

The two saints are fighting. Xiao xun'er used to give away his head. The purple Lion King roared. When his figure moved, he was ready to stop Xiao xun'er.

However, under the flashing golden flame, the latter suddenly increased in speed, crossed his body and flew to the distance. The purple and gold lion king was stunned.

The apprentice who hung up the force also hung up? The purple lion king was deeply puzzled.

In the sky not far away

"Cough... Cough..."

The old man of the soul family cut off his huge body with an axe. Chen Xiaoming, who was shrouded in silver light, immediately sprayed blood and stained the sky.

"Teacher!"

Xiao xun'er came from a distance and just saw Chen Xiaoming bleeding. There were tears shining in her eyes. For nearly a year, Chen Xiaoming treated her like a father. From her heart, she also regarded Chen Xiaoming as her master.

Although this master has something very unreliable.

"Disciple, don't come here. Let's go."

Chen Xiaoming, who was seriously injured, was in a hurry, but his figure flashed directly in front of Xiao xun'er. The old man of the soul family waved his axe and hit it again.

The bloody axe crossed the sky and went straight to Chen Xiaoming. At the moment, Chen Xiaoming was holding up his seriously injured body and resolutely stood in front of Xiao xun'er.

"Poof!"

The bright silver light in front of Chen Xiaoming was broken when the axe light crossed, and the axe awn split on Chen Xiaoming's body. A mouthful of blood gushed out, and a huge gap was cut in his abdomen. It was almost necessary to cut Chen Xiaoming's waist.

When the power of terror came, Chen Xiaoming forbeared, connected the dots under his feet, and flew back thousands of kilometers in the broken void before unloading the power.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Xiao xun'er with a rainy pear blossom. Chen Xiaoming forced out a smile and said intermittently.

"Tu... Er... Come on... Let's go..."

"Hahaha, none of you can leave."

Seeing that Chen Xiaoming was seriously injured and his life was in danger, the old soul family laughed, took back his axe, calmed his breath, and stood beside Chen Xiaoming like a winner.

"Today, you will all..."

Before he finished, a cold awn expanded in front of the old man, and the extreme smell of death poured into his heart. He wanted to hide, but it was too late.

"Poof."

The cold awn pierced into the old man's head, and the terrible power of space broke out, instantly killing the old man's vitality and soul. The look on his face still remained above the previous pride. At the last moment of his life, the old man only saw Chen Xiaoming, who should have been seriously injured, intact and his breath returned to the peak.

Just in time to spit out a few words in his mouth, he was unwilling to die and died with hatred.

"Grass, hang!"