Chapter 333: Heaven and Earth Borrow Strength Again

"If a fifth-level warrior is only this level, then you can go to hell. Yang Ming said coldly.

He stretched out his body, like a golden thunder, and took the initiative to attack.

His momentum also surged, and his body was faintly connected with the surrounding heaven and earth, and every move was filled with the power of heaven and earth.

Lu Ziming's face sank, as if stimulated by Yang Ming's arrogance.

"Looking for death!"

He shouted, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out like a poisonous snake. In a short moment, he stabbed out six swords in a row, and each sword was stronger than the last.

The majestic spiritual light turned into sword energy like surging waves, rushing up one after another, carrying the momentum of a storm and rain to press towards Yang Ming.

This time, the power of the fifth level was fully demonstrated by Lu Ziming.

Yang Ming, who could take a hard hit before, was completely unable to resist.

He swung the knife like lightning, and each knife was simple, direct and rough, without any fancy.

But under the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, With an indestructible and unstoppable spirit.

The roar was like thunder.

Yang Ming blocked the first sword, the second sword, and the third sword. Finally, the short knife in his hand broke, and the remaining violent sword energy engulfed his body.

The golden light on his body was broken layer by layer and became fragmented.

The next second, the remaining sword energy passed through his body, as if dismembering him, across his body.

Bang!

Yang Ming fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Lu Ziming showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Humph, overestimating your own abilities."

He glanced at everyone with a fierce look in his eyes: "Next... it's your turn!"

"It's not over yet!"

Yang Ming's roar suddenly rang out.

"What!?"

Yang Ming's body suddenly bounced up from the ground, and he roared: "Borrow the power of heaven and earth! "

Swish!

The dazzling golden light shot up into the sky again, transforming into a golden thunderbolt that rushed towards Lu Ziming fiercely.

"I don't believe you won't die this time! !" Lu Ziming was furious. As a fifth-level warrior, he failed to kill a fourth-level warrior twice in a row, which was a great shame.

The most important thing is that spirituality is money in the burial ground!

So many spiritualities, if used to kill weirdness, how much money can be exchanged!!

What's the point of killing Yang Ming? He hasn't killed him yet, what's the difference between this and burning money with fire?

"Wind Sword Force! "

Lu Ziming instantly slashed out nine swords, nine sharp sword lights shot out like a tornado, and then slowly merged into one in mid-air, and finally the nine swords turned into one sword.

A strong sword blade storm swept.

Yang Ming's figure, which was still rushing, was hit instantly. This time, his body-protecting golden light was directly shattered like a mirror, and his body was like a rag doll, and was fiercely knocked out.

Looking at Yang Ming's figure falling to the ground, Lu Ziming sneered: "This time he should die, right?"

Just when he was about to attack everyone.

Yang Ming's roar sounded again in the field: "The heaven and earth borrow power again!"

Swish!

The dazzling golden light shot up into the sky again.

"What! ? This is not dead? "Lu Ziming's eyes were full of disbelief. What the hell is this monster?

Has he been in the burial ground for too long and has lost touch with the outside world?

Since when has it been so difficult for a fifth-level strongman to kill someone?

Fang Xiu's eyes showed a hint of interest. Destiny is worthy of destiny. If it was the previous corpse-suppressing bead, it would not be able to resist the fifth-level spiritual light.

But now the corpse-suppressing bead has been strengthened by the corpse lake, and its status has been improved, which is enough to be immune to the damage of the spiritual light.

"Lu Ziming! Take your life!" Yang Ming punched hard with his bare fists. With the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, the fists seemed to contain a volcano that was about to erupt, with golden light and a terrifying torrent of power.

Boom!

The airflow in a radius of several meters was centered on him, surging violently, and the earth seemed to be pressed down three inches under his fist wind.

Yang Ming actually had a tendency to become stronger the more he rubbed.

"I will cut you into pieces, and see if you can die! "Lu Ziming's eyes were red. Just now, he had lost at least 200,000 worth of spirituality.

He had wanted to make a quick decision, save some spirituality, and get up early tomorrow to make money, but now his hope was shattered. If he dragged it on, he might not have extra spirituality to make money tomorrow.

In the burial ground, making one day less money was more painful than killing him.

"Water sword power!"

Lu Ziming drew his sword again. This sword was no longer as sharp as before, but unusually soft and slow, like a Tai Chi sword.

Then, a magical scene appeared.

As the long sword danced and passed through the air, the air actually produced ripples like water waves, as if invisible water waves, floating layer by layer, spreading towards Yang Ming.

The sword moves were soft, and even the momentum became gentle and drizzling, like the continuous spring rain, seemingly weak, but continuous, containing unimaginable murderous intent.

The layers of sword energy hit Yang Ming's body, as if using softness to overcome hardness, extinguishing The volcano in his fists.

It drowned the bright golden light on his body.

Finally, it hit his body, and his body also produced layers of ripples.

At this moment, every inch of Yang Ming's skin and every bone were crushed unimaginably. The whole person was like falling into the deep sea of ​​10,000 meters, and the strong sea pressure squeezed everything of him.

This time, even the corpse-suppressing beads could not resist the injury. Yang Ming was injured, and the capillaries all over his body ruptured. In the blink of an eye, he became a bloody man.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked and quickly activated the power of the domain to try to stop Lu Ziming's steps.

"Hehe, I won't let you succeed!" The zombie Wei Xin who had been watching the battle took action.

He turned into a zombie, his skin was ashen, his fangs bulged in his mouth, and he used his body to take the attacks of everyone.

Facing the joint attack of everyone, Wei Xin's zombie body was directly shattered, revealing the white bones.

But the next second, he smiled grimly: "Blood Domain."

A strange blood light rose from his body and instantly enveloped the whole scene.

When illuminated by the blood light, everyone felt that their blood was surging, and there was a tendency to take away their bodies.

Fortunately, everyone was not weak, so they were not defeated by the opponent's domain in an instant, and they all used means to suppress their own blood.

However, there was one person who did not suppress it.

That person was the woman who had been following behind Wei Xin.

I saw that the woman's pale skin began to ooze out red blood beads, one, two, or even countless.

Countless blood beads gathered into a bloody torrent and were sucked into the mouth of the zombie Wei Xin.

The injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was restored to his original state in the blink of an eye.

The woman lost too much blood, her pale skin became even paler, and she collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud. If it weren't for her barely perceptible breathing and her empty and lifeless eyes, she would have looked like a dead body.

Everyone was furious when they saw this scene.

"Beast!"

"I will kill you today!"

Wei Xin looked indifferent, and even spit with disgust: "Bah, this blood is so fucking dirty, virgin blood is still the most delicious."

(later)