Chapter 154 153. I'm Sure I'll Kill Beska, but Bibi Dong Can't Keep Him, I Said It!

(five more)

At night, there is a rain of flower reminders, and the trade wind of twenty-four flowers.

The night rain that had been gradually subsided, after Bishop Beska used the spirit avatar, it returned to the pouring trend, as if the rain master had opened a big hole in the sky, pouring all the rainwater within a range of hundreds of miles around here.

Bishop Beska's seventh soul skill, Frozen Rain Avatar, besides being able to use the first to sixth soul skills without restriction, can also mobilize the power of rain within a certain range, and his own martial soul ability has been greatly improved.

If it were a desert like Gobi where there was little rain, Bishop Beska would basically be useless, and the Ice Rain Martial Soul would be useless at all.

But tonight, this night of torrential rain, was simply a stage tailor-made for Bishop Beska.

Even if Yang Ming opens six doors of the eight-door armor at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, the cold rain in the sky cannot be avoided. No matter where he goes, he will be attacked by rain from all directions.

No matter how strong Yang Ming's Wuhun Qinglian's Heart Fire is, and how hot his soul skill Fire Demon King is, it will still be extinguished by the continuous rain, which will continue to wear down Yang Ming's soul power.

However, Yang Ming did not panic at all.

Because, he saw, Sister Bao'er finally killed the twelve soul king soul emperor powerhouses who were entangled with her!

The black robe Feng Baobao was wearing had dozens of obvious cracks. The cold wind and rain beat down, and the white and tender skin appeared and disappeared. His feet stepped on the muddy mud that was overturned on the bluestone floor, and he stepped on the snow without a trace. Generally, no trace was left.

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

His body was as light as a frightened bird, his speed was as graceful as a swimming dragon, his light and agile body leaped up, and his long, flexible and strong legs drew an arc. When Bishop Beska was focusing on dealing with Yang Ming, he fiercely kicked him in the back of the head.

"hold head high!"

The eyes of the long rainwater dragon surrounding Bishop Beska's body lit up, and the dragon's tail swayed. The long tail, which resembled a real dragon, was long and thick. With a force of several thousand catties.

In mid-air, the picture seemed to freeze.

The petite instep and the thick and long tail of the rain dragon are touching each other fiercely.

However, the result somewhat exceeded Bishop Beska's expectations.

In Bishop Beska's view, the rain dragon created by the release of his spirit avatar and the ten thousand year spirit skill combined with the Bingyu spirit is more than enough to deal with this weird black-robed man.

But the next moment, when Beska happened to look back, his eyes widened.

boom!

The thick and long long tail of the rain dragon was so vulnerable that it was smashed to pieces by Feng Baobao in an instant!

Countless raindrops exploded, ejected in all directions, and brushed past Bishop Beska's astonished face, leaving slanted water marks on his face.

What happened today has already surprised Bishop Beska countless times, but he has never been as surprised as this time.

Even if Yang Ming came to the door to avenge his revenge, even if Yang Ming exploded with a strength comparable to that of a soul emperor, it was still less than one-tenth of this surprise.

Because the black-robed man in front of him didn't use his martial soul or soul skills at all!

This shows what?

Bishop Beska has always been scheming and has been in a high position all year round. In just a short moment, he has been able to see clearly and think about many problems.

It's just a pity that on the battlefield, masters compete for the top, every second counts, and no one is allowed to desert.

Even if it is only a fraction of a second, it will even leave endless harm.

If it were someone else, it might not be possible to magnify such a flaw infinitely, but Yang Ming surpassed the speed of sound, at a high speed of more than 340 meters per second, it was enough to turn a small advantage into a decisive voice for the victory!

quick!

Very fast!

Yang Ming even endured the countless raindrop attacks and the stretching of the muscles by the Bamen Dunjia. His flying ability suddenly shortened the distance between him and Bishop Beska.

At this time, only three tenths of a second had passed since Bishop Beska turned his head!

The three-goed jade in Yang Ming's pupils spun rapidly, and almost connected together to form a certain pattern, and the blood light almost condensed into substance and gushed out.

"Die to me!"

The giant cyan flaming hand flowing like magma was extremely condensed to the size of a normal person. With five fingers together, the hand was clenched into a fist, directly piercing through Bishop Beska's chest and sticking out from his back.

The blood had just splashed out before being evaporated into blood-like mist by the high temperature of thousands of degrees.

If Bishop Beska was not in the state of the spirit avatar at this time, if he was not a soul saint level strongman with strong vitality, he would have died completely the moment Yang Ming's fist passed through his chest.

But now, Beska is not much better, as if most of his energy and energy have been vented in an instant, his face has become haggard and decayed, his cloudy eyes are not as bright as before, but full of the breath of the dead who is about to die .

"you……"

Bishop Beska stared at the boy wearing the red ghost mask in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint Yang Ming's face deeply in his mind, even if he was a ghost, he couldn't spare Yang Ming!

Bishop Beska wanted to say something, but the internal organs in his chest had already been melted into slag by the high temperature at this moment. The moment he opened his mouth, the blood with the internal organ fragments overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and there was an unwilling hoarseness deep in his throat. Voice.

And it was precisely at this time that a spooky ghost in a red robe moved from far to near at an extremely fast speed, and the ghostly aura could be seen from a distance, making it extremely scary.

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

"If you dare to kill him, Wuhundian will definitely chase you down all over the continent!"

Yang Ming turned his head to look, even though Sangouyu Shulunyan couldn't see through the opponent's face, he could tell the identity of the opponent right away from his distinctive clothing.

Title Douluo, Ghost Douluo Ghost!

Under the red ghost mask, Yang Ming set off an extremely stern arc, piercing Bishop Beska's left hand, the flames exploded, and the blue flames soaring into the sky completely submerged his figure in the endless blue light.

"Beska, I'm sure I'll kill him, and Bibi Dong can't keep him, I said it!"

Yang Ming's deep and hoarse voice fell lightly and fell into Ghost Douluo's ears, as if a slap had been fiercely slapped on his face, the burning pain pierced his heart!

What he didn't notice was that at this moment, the three-gou jade in Yang Ming's pupils finally completed the evolution!