Chapter 798: Breaking Out and Slaying

The flat forest is deserted, and the cold smoke is like weaving.

Where is the return journey, long pavilions and short pavilions.

At night, the cold air was strong, and the mountains were filled with thick fog at some point, the woods were desolate, and the trails were sparse.

Ou Yangming moved swiftly, and his figure frightened forward like a ghost. The road was lonely. He stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. The woods became an endless black arc, connecting with the dark sky and spreading into the distance.

He clenched the coagulation spear tightly with the five fingers of his right hand, and glided down the cliff.

Along the short and difficult mountain road, with every step, the knees will sink into the dead leaves.

Ouyang Ming galloped forward, but now his location has been discovered by the group of believers.

This group of people surrounded him like a rapidly gathering sack. According to his perception, the mountains were densely packed with sparks, blue and purple. The blue was the spiritual power of spirit beasts, and the purple Mars is the spiritual fluctuations emitted by all souls.

And in front of him, there is another spark, which is constantly moving, and it is countless times larger than the rest of the sparks.

Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that this was a strong man at the pinnacle of spirituality, and what he did was to cut off the way ahead of Ou Yangming.

As long as he stops him, Ouyang Ming will have no possibility of escape.

He remained silent, tapped his toes lightly, and rushed forward in shock.

Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness: "Quick, he's here!"

More than a dozen mid-spirituals and a late-spirited strong man quickly gathered around. This late-spirited strong man had gray hair and wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were filled with blood, and he was holding a fist in his strange hands. Two hog-killing knives shaped like arcs, one with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, and the other with a thick and simple blade, the old man licked his lips and growled, "If you catch a living one, you will be wounded and you will not die." As soon as the voice fell, Pounced on Ouyang Ming like a vulture, Pu Shi, with the fastest speed, surpassing the others by tens of feet.

Ouyang Ming's heart sank, and he knew that only by solving this trouble first would there be hope. He suddenly turned around with his spear in his hand, let out a long howl, and before the sound fell, his figure had turned into a brilliance, facing the strong man in the later stage of the spirit. Those who culled and went away.

The white-haired old man's face brightened, his feet were faster, and the butcher's knife in his hand was hunting, and the cold light was overflowing.

Compared with him, Ouyang Ming's momentum was not weak at all. His long spear kept stabbing out, like a rainstorm hitting plantains, crackling, one shot was faster than one shot, and one shot was heavier than one shot, forming an airtight spear hole in front of him. Afterimages, his eyes shone brightly, he pushed the spear forward, and the spiritual power in his dantian exploded, and the shadow of the spear rolled forward like a monstrous wave in the river. Wherever the shadow of the spear passed, tree trunks, branches, leaves, and even All the objects in the rocks are densely packed with small holes like needle eyes, connected into one piece.

Even seeing such a majestic momentum, the white-haired old man's face still did not change at all, he snorted coldly and said, "It's a small trick."

As soon as the voice fell, the two weird pig-killing knives swung downward. After a flash of white light, the white arc directly cut the spear shadow in front of him from the middle. Compared with the sharpness displayed, it is only a little weaker.

Ouyang Ming was not discouraged when the sharp edge formed by condensing a hundred spears into one spear was blocked. He quickly adjusted his mentality, took advantage of the momentum to rebound, and the long spear drew a stunning circular arc. With a sliding step, the sweep turned into a stab, and he stabbed out with another spear.

The old man's face was still calm, and the blade in his hand was rounded, like a windmill, and he cut it off with one blow.

Two knives and one gun collided together, and a huge force was transmitted from the pig-killing knife to the old man, directly shaking the old man's tiger's mouth, blood flowed, his arms trembled, a strange resonance erupted along the flesh and blood, even his The butcher's knife in his hand was almost thrown out.

The white-haired old man looked horrified, thinking in his heart, how is this possible.

For the first time, a solemn look appeared on his face, because he never expected that the power emanating from Ouyang Ming's spear would be so amazing, much stronger than himself, and there was a special inch of strength that seemed to tear his flesh and blood All mixed together, it took a lot of effort to suppress the force of the resonance.

Isn't this little guy an intermediate spirit? Why is there such a powerful force.

The fierceness in Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed away, how could he let go of this opportunity.

The tyrannical mental power erupted, almost congealed into substance, exhaled and said: "What!" There was a strange sound wave.

Immediately, even the whistling wind stopped in the night. The white-haired old man felt his head sink heavily, his eyes turned white, his head became dizzy, and his head sank. He was stunned for a moment. The maple leaf patterns on the Ming spear were all lit up, which was extremely conspicuous in the darkness. He stabbed fiercely at the front, directly piercing the old man's heart.

It wasn't until this moment that the charm in the old man's eyes recovered, but all the strength in his body had flowed out along with the blood.

A big mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and he cursed: "Master Demon God will definitely make your life worse than death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his head tilted, and he had already swallowed his last breath.

All of this is very long to say, but in fact it all happened between lightning and flint, from the white-robed old man rushing forward, the two confronting each other, to Ouyang Ming exhaling and making a strange sound wave. It can be said that Ouyang Ming is too decisive, every action is concise and powerful, and has a plan. Of course, with the blessing of the "extremely luxurious" equipment of the blood coagulation spear of the Star Trace suit spear, Ouyang Ming's strength is infinitely close to the late stage of the spirit, and when used in conjunction with the tyrannical mental power, he can instantly kill an unsuspecting spirit The latter is not surprising.

Ou Yangming sighed in his heart, the combination of spiritual strength and martial arts under special circumstances can indeed perform miraculous feats when the enemy is defenseless.

It wasn't until this time that the more than ten middle-stage spiritual practitioners rushed over.

He stared wide-eyed and said: "This kid killed Deacon Fan with a demon method to avenge Deacon Fan. The glory of the Holy Light is with us."

"Well, Lord Demon God will definitely make this kid's life worse than death."

"Kill..." This group of people came to slaughter.

But in Ou Yangming's perception, countless figures are moving towards to surround, and the number of the spirits in the later stage is unknown.

He took a deep breath, his eyes were cold, and he thought to himself, make a quick decision.

The sky was full of light, and all kinds of strange spirit treasures were attacking Ouyang Ming. In the front was a white light ball, which directly illuminated the darkness. Countless poisonous needles flew out abruptly, and behind the ball of light, a pitch-black disk followed closely behind. On the disk, lines like glass raindrops suddenly lit up, and drops of blue rain came crashing down.

The most frightening thing is an array, the pointer is as big as a sword, and it keeps spinning, stirring up the air.

Under the blessing of the star marks suit, Ouyang Ming is like an incarnation into a gust of wind. His spiritual power makes the surrounding environment extremely clear, just like daytime. Every time he moves, the range is not large, but he can always move with a strange movement. Angle dodged the attack, and with a flash of his eyes, he rushed directly towards a gap.

"No, he wants to escape, stop him!" Someone exclaimed.

Seeing this scene, three people galloped over immediately, flipped their wrists, and slashed directly at Ouyang Ming's back.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and Ouyang Ming's body paused, and he folded downward like an antelope hanging its horns. This change was beyond everyone's expectations. Graceful arc.

With a sound of "click", a bloody head rolled down the hillside, and the blood spilled like splashed ink, making everyone's heart shudder.

"One!" His voice was flat, but his speed was faster. He pulled his arms and legs outward at the same time, his body turned into an irregular arc, and another shot was thrown out from the upper right, and an old woman was directly cut in half. The six viscera are connected with blood, and they are thrown from the sky, making people sick.

"Two!" His voice was tepid, and he looked at the remaining old man.

The old man's whole body was cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave and his mind was frozen.

Stepping up and down, stepping backwards, looking terrified...

Ouyang Ming sneered: "Aren't you going to arrest me? Come on, this meritorious service is here, come and get it!"

These believers trembled, and an old woman took a step forward, gritted her teeth, and said in a deep voice, "Master Demon God, as long as we hold him back, he won't be able to leave before the deacon arrives!" When she fell, her eyes became dull, and she saw a dagger flew from her mouth, piercing her brain.

"Three!"

The sound sounded like a gangrene, and it sounded again. Although it was flat, it sounded like a drum beating in the ears of these believers, making them feel dazed and trembling.

"Four!"

The sound was like a curse. Every time it sounded, one person fell into a pool of blood. These believers were scared, really scared.

The remaining seven or eight people backed away in a hurry, leaving their backs to Ouyang Ming, but with the blessing of Ouyang Ming's star trace suit and blood coagulation spear, how could they walk away, like chopping melons and vegetables, seven zero eight Those who fell fell down in the depths of the forest and slept here forever.

Blood dripped down the spear to the ground, tick, tick.

Behind Ouyang Ming was a sea of ​​corpses, limbs and arms, filled with a strong bloody aura.

Killing a person in ten steps will never stop a thousand miles away!

The cold wind blows, and the blood is filled!

The sky became clearer, and at dawn, the moon completely fell.

Along the way, Ouyang Ming didn't know how many people he had killed, but he would die if he didn't kill these people.

He rested on the tree trunk for a while, silent, with a hint of evil spirit permeating his body, and the low bushes were already covered with dew. He wiped the blood coagulation spear, and the spear seemed to feel something, and the handle on the handle was like a maple leaf. The red color suddenly lit up.

"Let's go!" He stood up straight, and a sense of determination appeared on him. He didn't want to die, so he would kill anyone who dared to stand in front of him. The decision to cut open.

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