Chapter 1042

Above the ruined Golden Tiger City, there are twelve blood red coffins suspended in them. In each coffin, a cold chain shoots out, twisting and winding in the sky, just like a raging blood snake. The top of the chain is flowing with an extremely sharp luster.

"Dang Dang!"

His eyes were indifferent. The black sickle in the night King's hand was continuously chopping out. The clear sound of the handover of gold and iron sounded in the sky one after another.

"Whew!"

On one side of his body, he flashed a chain that had been shot violently. Wan yewang's eyes narrowed slightly. On the sickle blade of the black sickle, the thick black fog shrouded him, and suddenly chopped down to the condensation point of the chain.

The sky and earth above is very bright, while the sky below is as dark as night.

Dexterity, cutting and eating day and night!

"Broken!"

The old man pointed a little, and twelve cold blood chains danced wildly, just like the ferocious mouth of a blood python, cutting the roaring light and biting it ferociously.

"Click!"

When the blood Python's mouth was closed, the black light broke into pieces and turned into light spots.

"Go With a wave of his hand, the old man took the initiative to attack. Twelve bloody chains pierced the air and stabbed Wanye king like lightning.

The sharp sound of breaking the wind resounds endlessly.

"Night king, you ripple!" Xiao Yang's eyes are slightly fixed.

The twelve blood coffins correspond to twelve spirit beasts of the seventh level, and with the assistance of array, even if the spirit beasts of the eighth level are matched, there is no chance of winning.

Even though Wan Ye Wang was a mysterious beast, he was still reluctant.

"Hum!"

With a wave of the dark sickle blade, the space in front of Wanye King fluctuates in a fan-shaped way. The long and sharp chain is also disturbed and twisted.

However, the distortion lasted only half a breath.

"Wow!"

The twelve bloody chains adapted to the ups and downs of the dark ripples. They crossed strange and fierce arcs and assassinated the king of the night from all directions.

Stepping on the tip of a chain, Wan yewang's eyes are dignified. The scythe blade in his hand collides with the scythe blade, splashing sparks.

However.

"Poof!"

Chain straight past, a piece of black cloth, dancing in the sky, rich black fog, a drop of blood, connected into a thin blood line, dripping on the ground.

Wanyewang, suffer!

"Hum!"

With anger in his eyes, Wan yewang's right hand whirled. The black sickle with strange shape whirled up at a high speed. The dense ghostly black fog shot around, making the chain from the thorn back and forth.

High imperial vault level spirit skill, full of ghosts!

Taking advantage of the chain to retreat around, Wanye King's feet in the air, the whole body spirit power, crazy toward the black sickle pouring away, dazzling light, from the sickle blade place burst out.

"Bang!"

Under the scythe blade, the blood coffin in the middle, together with the spirit demon puppets, burst into sawdust!

Eyes slightly a coagulation, Wan yewang stepped on a piece of sawdust, the body slightly down, immediately skyrocketed, a blood colored chain, from where it just crossed.

"It's a mysterious beast." The old man sighed.

Under his twelve blood coffins, the six winged golden tiger of the seventh level imperial vault did not last a breath. However, the king of the night of the fifth level could not only fight back, but also destroy a blood coffin.

"But that's it." The old man shook his head slightly.

It's the limit of the king of the night to be able to spell this.

"Wow!"

The remaining eleven chains, like blood lights, completely blocked the retreat of the king of the night. The tip of the chain released an extremely fierce atmosphere.

"Brother Xiao!" Yang Feng's eyes were cold, and he wanted to let the blood devil join the battle group.

"No need!" Gently shook his head, Xiao Yang Ning said in a voice: "can use the chain, but not only his spirit demon even."

"The king of the night, the leader of the chain!"

Xiao Yang's cheers fall. Wan Ye Wang, who is in the chain, suddenly shakes his right arm. The dark chain on it rolls rapidly along the sickle blade and shoots in all directions.

It's not one, it's hundreds!

The scene of countless scattered volleys is really spectacular.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Holding a sharp sickle blade, the king of the night steps in the sky. The black chains from the sickle are like huge spider webs, which tightly entangle the bloody chains.

"Wow!"

Eleven blood coffins quiver together, which makes the blood chain stretching in the sky rattle.

Holding the sickle body of the black sickle, Wan yewang's eyes were solemn, and his right arm could not stop shaking.

Even if the blood chain is tied, the strength of eleven seven level high imperial vault level spirit beasts is hard to bear. Before long, its right arm will be shattered by the strength from the blood coffin."It's still a little short." The old man sighed and shook his head.

This battle has already had results.

"Not necessarily." Xiao Yang whispered.

After such a long time, plus the huge pressure, wanyewang, it's time to go further.

Holding the black sickle tightly, a cold light flashed in the king's eyes, and a surging breath was brewing in his body, which immediately spread.

"Bang!"

A dull sound, space shock.

The breath of the king of the night soared and finally turned into a tornado and hurricane.

The breath has reached the sixth level!

"Breakthrough?" The old man looked stunned.

The probability of breakthrough in combat is pitifully small. Once there is a half point difference, let alone a breakthrough, it is very likely to be killed by the other side.

Unless, is the spiritual power accumulates to a point, the instantaneous breakthrough.

Wanyewang, this is obviously the case.

"Thousand chains lead, twist!" Xiao Yang's mouth is tiny.

Fighting is really the best way to enhance our strength.

This is also the reason why he let the king of the night come out.

He grasped the black sickle's right arm like a rock and did not move. The night King's eyes flashed fiercely, his right hand turned abruptly, and the black chain like a spider web suddenly rotated in the creaking sound.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Eleven blood coffins, twisted by the black chain, burst into pieces, and Yang Feng's face gushed with some surprise.

Xiao Yang, did you really win?

The fragments of the blood coffin are scattered in the sky, and the demons show their teeth. Their right hands shake, and the blood chains they hold are shot out. The speed is like the edge of blood.

Looking at the ghost puppets and the blood chains, the night King waved the black sickle in his hand and swept out like a black chain.

"Shua!"

The chain sweeps, the body of those spirit demon puppets split from the middle and fall to the ground.

"Alas

His eyes were dim. The old man took a deep breath and said slowly, "I will do what I say, from now on..."

The old man's voice is not lost.

"Whew, whew!"

Three thick chains of blood color came down from the sky and pierced his body. The old man's mouth opened and only a black foam of blood came out of his mouth.

"Ha ha, there is no need for waste without utilization value."