My Brother Is The Protagonist

Tick!

A drop of gray-black liquid bead exuded from the old man’s finger, like crystal clear molten iron, which was tempered to the extreme, without the slightest magazine, showing the deepest gray-black color. It was a drop of blood spilling from the old man’s fingertips. The dead energy that can't be transformed into a thick road escapes, and the first glance will make people feel illusions, as if there is a god of death waving a sickle.

Buzzing!

The path of Death drenches the world, squeezing all paths down, and wailing endlessly. This is the old man’s Death Avenue. It has reached the deepest part of Death. Just a drop of blood has such a terrifying power, and it has reached the gods. The peak powerhouse at the pinnacle of the mainland is extremely terrifying.

Yin!

Nangong Ruxue lowered her eyebrows and looked at the Order Longsword in her hand. A thumb-sized gap had been cracked on the blood-colored blade, and the lifelessness remaining on it was corroding her order.

In the next instant, Nangong Ruxue's bloody long sword turned, and stronger Sword intent and killing intent erupted from the blade. The sword body, which was originally like a bloody crystal, became more and more bright red, as if it had come alive. Normally, the bloody divine light flows on the sword, dispelling the death energy.

"Yes, the combination of kendo and the way of killing is unparalleled, but the Cultivation Base is still a bit short. Although it is only half a step away, the difference between us is more than this half step. The true mystery of the emperor, Lao Ghost, I will let you see and see today, and let you die to death."

The blood spilled from the rickety old man also turned back and returned to his palm. The small wound opened by Nangong Ruxue's sword was also instantly repaired. It was intact as before, and the bloody Sword Qi was dispersed. It was shattered at the fingertips of the old man.

Immediately afterwards, the rickety old man sneered, the gray-black light in his eyes faded, and the strange blood filled out, a strong to the extreme killing intent bloomed from him, more than the killing intent on Nangong Ruxue's body. It is not inferior in the slightest, and the blood is overwhelming.

"Killing."

Feeling this earth-shattering killing intent, the uncle said quietly, this rickety old man would also be on this highest avenue, and it does not seem to be much worse than Nangong Ruxue, the killing intent of the gods and ghosts, even if it is the uncle. Jing also felt a bit dangerous.

However, compared to Nangong Ruxue’s way of killing, this rickety old man can only be regarded as forcibly borrowing the power of the way of killing, and did not really take charge of the killing, so he still lacks a bit of the essence of killing. That is not using Cultivation Base. It can be made up for, the tricky old man is not amazing.

However, Tai Shujing also understood that the emperor realm can forcibly borrow the power of ten thousand ways, even the highest road, it can also show a bit of terrible power, which shows how strong the strength of the emperor realm can be, the highest The power can also bloom in their hands.

"The Holy Spear of Slaughter."

The rickety old man gave a sneer, and the endless killing aura gathered from the depths of the void and condensed into an extremely solid spear in his hand. The power of the killing order vented out, tearing apart the dark void of the abyss. The passage reveals the aura of destruction.

"Banmen get the axe."

Xiaobai looked at the rickety old man coldly. She knew from the bloodline that the peak powerhouse of the emperor realm could borrow the power of heaven and earth. Even the supreme avenue, which had not been in charge, could show some great power in their hands. , But facing the strong of the same rank who really holds the supreme power, it still appears weak.

The reason why the rickety old man used this method in front of them is probably because they have not yet reached the emperor realm, and want to show off in front of them, which made Xiaobai very disdainful.

Even if the emperor realm can borrow the power of the tens of thousands of ways to fight the enemy, the borrowing is only a borrowing, and the power that can be exploded will reach a limit, far inferior to the real power that can be exploded to the fullest, even if Nangongru Xue's Cultivation Base is more than half a step away from this rickety old man, but if he wants to compete with Nangong Ruxue by killing, then he can only be said to be arrogant.

"I think the old monster you are impatient to live, kill!"

Seeing that the rickety old man actually spurred the power of the way of killing to fight her, Nangong was like snow, his eyes were as blood, containing thousands of bloody sword shadows, thousands of swords rang, and the sound of swords resounded through thousands of miles in the sea, rushing into the sky. Sword Qi burst out, like a divine pillar straight into the star sky, instantly smashing hundreds of stars.

She snorted coldly, stretched out her hand and emptied her grip, a purplish-red long sword appeared in her palm, the power of order circulated above the blade, murderous aura and Sword Qi merged into an invincible force, her whole body bloomed with blood-red light, The killing sword bones in the body uttered the sound of swords, and the blood that surpassed the Dao Source Realm sprayed out, dyeing Wanli Yun Tian into a crystal clear red color.

Nangong Ruxue’s eyes were like cold electricity, she stepped out, tearing through the void, and appeared in front of the rickety old man. On the blade of the long sword in her hand, a divine light that was red to deeper than blood appeared. , The roads were torn apart, and the space was cut into countless faults in an instant, and the purple-red sword blade cut straight to the shoulders of the rickety old man.

"kill!"

The rickety old man spit out a word coldly, and the holy killing spear in his hand came first, condensed into a substantive killing gas and gathered at the tip of the gun, showing a strong black and red color, and the killing aura swept through, as if it could make people crazy .

clang!

The blade of the sword touched the tip of the gun, and the two wills of killing were colliding like a meteorite, and the tip of the needle faced the wheat. Whether it was Nangong Ruxue or the rickety old man, the way of killing was evolved to a terrible level. The meaning of killing lies in the two of them. As the eyes flowed, the sky and the sea were torn apart, twisted under this terrifying force.

At the touch of a touch, Nangong has a killing intent like snow, waving a purple profound sword and confronting the rickety old man. Sword Qi is in the air, and the sword's edge collides with the old man's claws back and forth, sputtering sparks that are enough to penetrate the abyss of the void. Falling into the land of destruction, ignites the gray wisps of destruction and explodes sparks.

The rickety old man deserves to be an old monster. Even with the strength of the flesh, he did not lose the wind in the fight against Nangong Ruxue's Purple Profound Sword. The strength of the flesh and the high level of combat techniques have surpassed Tai Shujing's cognition.

It is certain that the tactics of this rickety old man have gone from the most sacred breakthrough to another First Stage world. The whole person seems to be immersed in the killing, but not the slightest lost. On the contrary, every move perfectly bursts out the power of killing. Even if Nangong Ruxue tried his best, he did not gain the upper hand.

However, even if Nangong Ruxue failed to suppress the rickety old man, he was not suppressed at all. The power of strong blood and energy burst out silently, scorching hot like the sun in the sky, to melt everything, but the rickety old man was still like that. An old man who is about to die, there is no blood overflowing at all.

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