~： One hundred and fifty-three. Beska, I'm determined, and Bibidong can't protect him. I said...

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There was a rush of flower rain in the night, and twenty-four flowers and trade winds.

After the night rain that was gradually resting, after Bisca Besca used the real body of Wuhun, he returned to the pouring and pouring trend, as if the rain master had opened a big hole in the sky dome, instilling rainwater within a hundred miles of the surrounding area.

Bisca Besca’s seventh soul skill, Bingyu Real Body, in addition to the unlimited use of the first to sixth soul skills, he can also mobilize the power of rain within a certain range, and his martial spirit ability has been greatly improved.

If the rainwater in the desert Gobi is very limited, Bishop Besca is basically abolished, and the ice rain martial soul has no place at all.

But tonight, this downpour night, is simply a stage tailor-made for Bishop Beska.

Even if Yang Ming opened the six doors of the eight-door Dunjia, the speed exceeded the speed of sound, but the cold rain in the sky could not escape. No matter where he went, he would be attacked by rain in all directions.

Even though Yang Mingwu's soul Qinglian Earth Fire is so powerful, how high is the temperature of the soul demon king, it is also constantly extinguishing Yang Ming's soul power under the constant rain.

However, Yang Ming did not panic.

Because, he saw that Sister Bao'er finally killed the twelve Soul Sects, Soul King, Soul Emperor, and Strong Man who were entangled with her!

The black robe worn by Baby Feng cracked dozens of obvious cracks, and the cold wind and rain hit the white and tender skin. The feet were stepping on the muddy mud that was overturned on the bluestone floor. In general, there is no trace left.

It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow returns to the wind.

His body is astonishing, his speed is like a dragon, and his light body leaps up. A long and flexible leg crossed an arc. While Bishop Beska's attention was focused on dealing with Yang Ming, it was fierce Kicked his head back.

"Ang!"

The long, rainy eyes around the Bishop of Besca shine brightly, and the dragon's tail swings. The long tail that resembles a real dragon is long and thick, and the inside is clearly seen through the opposite scene, and there is rain flowing in it. Thousands of pounds of force.

In the air, the screen seems to be frozen.

Petite instep, thick and long rain dragon tail, touching each other.

It's just that the result was more than Bisca expected.

From Bisca's point of view, his martial spirit was liberated, and the ten thousand years of soul skills combined with this rain dragon made by the ice rain martial spirit were more than enough to deal with this eccentric black robe.

Then the next moment, when Beska happened to look back, his eyes suddenly glared.

Boom!

The long and long tail of the rain dragon was actually unbearable, and was instantly kicked by Baby Feng!

Uncountable raindrops burst out and ejected in all directions, brushing through Bisca’s surprised face, leaving oblong water marks on his face.

What happened today has already made Bishop Besca wonder how many times he was surprised, but he has never been so surprised.

Even if Yang Ming came to the door to avenge Xuefen, even if Yang Ming exploded into a strength comparable to that of Soul Emperor, it was less than one-tenth of this surprise.

Because this man in black robe in front of him, he did not use martial spirit at all, nor did he use soul skills!

This shows what?

Bisca has always been a mastermind, and he has been in a high position all the year round. In just a moment, he has already looked at the fire and thought about many problems.

It's just a pity that on the battlefield, the masters compete, and every second counts, and no one is allowed to make any mistakes.

Even a small difference of only one minute and one second will even leave infinite harm.

If you change to someone else, you may not be able to magnify such flaws infinitely, but Yang Ming surpasses the speed of sound, and the high speed of more than 340 meters per second is enough to transform the small advantage into the sound of the final hammer that determines the victory!

Fast!

Extremely fast!

Yang Ming even attacked with countless raindrops, endured the stretching of the muscles by the eight-door Dunjia, the heart was beating wildly, the blood pump was pouring out of the blood, spreading in the limbs and five skeletons, and Ultraman was used in the end. The flying ability suddenly shortened the distance from Bishop Besca.

At this time, only two seconds have passed since Bishop Beska turned his head!

The three hook jade in Yang Ming's pupils spun rapidly, almost connecting to form a certain pattern, and the blood light almost condensed into the essence and sprayed out thinly.

"Give me death!"

The flaming giant blue hand flowing like a magma is extremely condensed to the size of a normal person, with five fingers together, hands clenched into a fist, penetrates directly from the chest of Bishop Besca, and sticks out from his back.

The blood was just splattered, and was evaporated into a **** mist by the high temperature of thousands of degrees.

If Bishop Besca was in the state of Wushun's true body at this time, if he was a Soul Saint-class strong man with strong vitality, I would have died in the moment when Yang Ming's fist passed through his chest.

But now, Beska is not much better. It seems that the spirit spirit has lost most of it in a moment, and his face is decaying, and the turbid eyes are full of the deceased person's breath. .

"you……"

Bishop Besca stared at the boy wearing a red goblin mask in front of his eyes, as if to imprint Yang Ming's face in his mind, even if he was a ghost, he could not spare Yang Ming!

Bishop Besca wants to say something But the internal organs of the chest cavity have been burned into **** by high temperature at this moment, just the moment of opening, the blood with internal organs overflows from the corner of the mouth and the throat A deep, hoarse noise made in the depths.

It was also at this time that a ghost dressed in a red robe and a ghostly spooky ghost was moving from far to near at a very fast speed. From far away, he could see ghosts and ghosts, which looked extremely scary.

A pair of bloodshot eyes protruded from the hazy face, and the roar of fright and anger was deafening:

"If you dare to kill him, Martial Soul Hall will surely chase you down across the continent!"

Yang Ming turned his head and looked, even though San Gouyu's writing wheel couldn't see the other person's face, but from the other person's personal wearing characteristics, the other party's identity could be seen at once.

Titled Douro, Ghost Douro Ghost!

Under the mask of red evil spirits, Yang Ming set off a very cold arc and penetrated the flame of the left hand of Bishop Besca. The blue fire that rose into the sky directly drowned him in the endless blue light.

"I will kill Besca, and Bibidong cannot protect him, I said!"

Yang Ming's low, hoarse voice fell lightly, and fell into the ears of Guidou Luo, as if slap on the face of his face fiercely, with fiery pain and pain in his heart!

What he didn't notice is that at this moment, the three hook jade in Yang Ming's pupils has finally completed the evolution!