Chapter 1007: Devil's Voice

　　 Spiritual power, sand and stone, burning flames, the flames soaring into the sky, seems to be able to burn everything in this world. Especially the domineering roar, under the roar, set off a violent wind, the wind assisted the fire, and made the burning black flame terrifying to an indescribable degree.
Ouyang Ming's face was pale, his teeth clenched, and he took a step forward. His body made a sound like a thunder. The bones were all squeezed toward the heart under this huge pressure, and their bodies were all short and downward. His eyes are extremely persistent. After this step was taken, he was closer to Ji Haoran, only a dozen feet, but still did not do it. His patience was better than the lone wolf in the wilderness.
　　 If it doesn't move, it will seek, and if it moves, it will seek to kill with one blow. It will never give Ji Haoran a chance to breathe.
　　 "乜"
　　 This roar is louder, with an overbearing domineering world, to make people bend their spine and make people succumb.
　　Ji Haoran just felt his head sink, muddled, just like being pinned to his head by thousands of thin needles at the same time, a sudden pain hit, his feet flicked, almost fell to the ground.
　　 All the five internal organs and six organs of the burial sword were shifted, and a spit of blood was spouted directly, but their eyes were more firm and persistent.
　　He Jian is also a staggering body, secretly adjusting the air machine to stabilize the shelf.
　　 "Opportunity!" Ouyang Ming suddenly burst out the word in his mind, his weight sinking toward his legs and leaning forward, looking like he could not bear the pressure and fell.
　　 At the moment when his body was at an angle of sixty degrees to the ground, his legs suddenly straightened, and he stepped the ground, just like Kunpeng with his wings spread. His eyes were sharp, and he flew away at Ji Haoran. The white armor composed of aura outside the body is undulating, extremely fierce, just like a calm lake suddenly smashing ten thousand pounds of meteorites, the waves set off can be imagined.
　　Just a moment, the white armor is covered with dense cracks, which may collapse at any time.
　　Ji Haoran was startled in his heart, and then showed a mocking color, dare to start in the depths of the black flames, it is simply stupid! His response was not slow. He communicated with Dan Tian first, and stabilized his aura armor. At the same time, he slipped and retreated to the side. He believes that unless this person holds the same idea, he will definitely stop the offensive and stabilize the Aura armor first.
　　 This black flame, even if the Venerable is contaminated, even if it is not dead, it will have to peel off, not to mention that he is only a spiritual person.
"Kap!" The voice was very soft, and was blown away by the wind just after it was heard, but Ji Haoran was a figure of the Taoist class, and has already entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man, meticulous and subtle, any slight changes He couldn't escape his perception. He was determined in his heart that Ouyang Ming would definitely stop attacking, adjust Qi, and stabilize the Aura armor. Sure enough, the brave and arrogant guy had a meal, his eyes flashed with an imperceptible color of panic, pouring spiritual power into the armor. By this time, Ouyang Ming was still telling a story.
　　 Just when Ji Haoran's defense was at its lowest, an awe-inspiring voice rumbled.
　　 "The idea of ​​thinking, the voice of the devil!"
　　 Immediately afterwards, Ouyang Ming’s aura armor was completely broken, and the roar of countless gods and demons roared. A shadow of a and demon emerged, and the shadow was covered with blood, just like stepping out of hell. The surrounding space kept shaking, and even the burning black flame was quiescently stopped. One, two, three, countless. The shadows of these gods and monsters are different in appearance and ugly, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are awe-inspiring and have corroded the black flame.
　　Ouyang Ming raised his hand, and the shadow of the gods and demons was like countless blood, rushing towards Ji Haoran.
　　If this move is only to this extent, Ouyang Ming will not use it at this critical time.
　　 The most terrifying thing is that the demon roared at the same time, and an overbearing intention slowly emerged from the shadow. Suddenly, the shadows of these gods and deities gather and breathe at the same time, and the throat moves, and a strange voice spit out of the mouth. This is the voice of the gods and demon. Where the sound passed, it produced a shocking tearing force, blasting the flame and resistance in front at the same time.
　　 is like countless gods and demons, at the same time exerting the idea of ​​ideology, and all reached the point of Xiaocheng.
　　 Seeing this scene, even Ji Haoran was stunned. There was only one idea left in his heart. Was this kid crazy? He... is he not afraid of death?
　　At the same time, a monstrous crisis emerged in his mind, the strength of this crisis has reached an unprecedented level, as long as a little carelessness, it will disperse into ash.
　　 His teeth bite together, Junxiu's face twisted, his figure was sharp, and he retreated toward the side and back. But this attack was too fast, and it came in an instant, and was pulled by the air machine, so it was unavoidable. What drives him the most is that while Ouyang Ming was being swallowed up by the black flames, a plume of white flames erupted from his skin, hair, and pores at the same time. He raised his hand and waved coldly, "Ning!" This burning black flame It turned quickly and turned into a lifelike fire lotus, appearing under his feet, holding his body, and every time a step was taken, a black lotus appeared suddenly on the soles of the feet, step by step. At this moment, he was like a fire king.
　　 "You pit me!" Ji Haoran's face was grim and roared.
　　 It was at this time that a strong and extreme tearing force came over.
　　 His heart trembles, every piece of flesh, every inch of skin, and even every cell is screaming, just like falling into the Nine Nether Cold Lake, four big words appear involuntarily in my head, I can't stop it!
　　 said it was too late, then it was so fast, he could not think too much about this kind of life and death.
　　Ji Haoran's blood veins within the body burned, and a blood dragon was reflected in his eyes, and a blood dragon head condensed out of thin air. The head was bloodied and majestic, but his eyes were tightly closed. This is not counted, Ji Haoran spit out two pieces of fine blood in a row, and the voice is as weeping as a complaint, saying: "The people of the Ji family of my blood dragon used 50 years of Shouyuan as a sacrifice and used the power of the totem to fight for the Wu people kill!"
　　 Under this blow, his aura within Dantian was exhausted, and even the color was a bit bleak.
　　 As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the blood dragon head opened, his mouth opened, and he sang coldly: "Kill—"
　　 bumped forward, but just insisted on a breath, the blood dragon skull collapsed completely under the force of this tear.
　　 After all, Ji Haoran's spiritual power in Dantian was consumed too much in the past, and it was still in a hurry. This strike, even the usual 60% strength, did not reach it. How can it prevent Ouyang Ming from preparing a long and elaborate blow?
"Dead!" Ouyang Ming's eyes were cold, and his left palm and right palm were joined together. He lifted it to his chest and pushed it outward suddenly. The speed of this condensed shadow of the and demon broke out again, directly surrounding Ji Haoran, and roaring at the same time After hitting, Ji Haoran was directly forced into a desperate situation of nine deaths.
　　Ouyang Ming squeezed the blood gun dragon slaughter and started to charge. The other party is a Daozi character. Even if he has an absolute advantage, he does not dare to take it lightly.
　　 Ji Haoran's face showed a painful flesh, and took a deep look at Ouyang Ming. The aura armor on his body began to break, and the heart secretly said that he could only use that trick, otherwise I would die.
　　 This is his biggest card, the blood dragon family sage's full blow. He originally believed that when he met his fellow cultivators, this trick was not used at all, but he never thought that he was forced to death by a cultivator who was lower than him.
　　 He disheveled, his eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were full of madness.
　　 slipped a spell in his sleeve. The color of the spell was somewhat like a yellowish scroll, dark and faint, but with a wave of palpitation.
　　Ji Haoran's fingers flicked lightly, and the spell opened an inch-long mouth, forcing a trace of spiritual force into it. Suddenly, the spell burned, bursting out a blade of light, the blade was rolling, the blade was faster than the blade, and the blade was faster than the blade, just like the storm breaking the shore, and the tide rolled up the gravel, getting higher and heavier, heavier, knife light Condensed in vain, slashed at the shadow of the demon god.
　　 Seeing this scene, Ouyang said shamefully and quickly backed away. This is His Holiness's full blow, he can only avoid it.
　　 "Kacha!" The and demon phantom insisted on the four breaths before it slowly collapsed, and the meaning of the knife gradually faded.
　　Ji Haoran took advantage of this time to fight, the potential broke out, burned the blood of the ancestors, spouted a big mouthful of essential blood, and used the blood escape to escape away.
　　 This speed is too fast, like a lightning that stirs up the prairie, Ouyang Ming can't stop it even if he wants to stop it.
　　It all sounds long, but it actually happened between electric flints. From Ouyang Ming's sneak attack, using the voice of the gods and demon, to Ji Haoran using life-saving means to fight against life, striving for a first-line life in desperation, the total time is not more than two interest~EbookFREE.me~But every time Every moment there is an undercurrent and a hidden killer. It is also Ji Haoran's determination, decisiveness and fierceness, and there are Venerables who fully protect the body with a single blow. Otherwise, Ji Haoran, the Tao of the Ji family, has been beheaded by Ouyang Ming. Under the gun.
　　 The black flame is like a naughty fire elf, beating at Ouyang Ming's fingertips.
　　 Formed a black fire wall to block all the pressure from the surroundings, and spread the favor. The fire of Tianfeng is the emperor of fire.
　　Ouyang Ming looked at Ji Hao Ran's direction and sneered, saying, "Next time, I will take back the blood of the ancestors."
　　He Jian looked at Ouyang Ming's slightly weak back, and sighed, what is this flame? In the Black Mist Mountain, he stepped on the flames, like a god. Before, it was a lotus. His pupils shrank slightly, and the awe in his heart grew more and more. The more he touched Ouyang Ming, the more he felt the fear. It seemed that this was a man who knew him by himself. There was no difficulty or danger that could stop his footsteps.
　　 The moment before, even pushed a figure of Daozi into desperation.
　　 He thought a little, secretly, can I stop the previous blow? The answer is daze, deep daze.
Even he didn’t know if he could stop it. This is not to say that Ouyang Ming’s cultivation practice has caught up with He Jian, but that Ouyang Ming was in the flames, like a tiger returning to the mountain, a real dragon entering the sea, the environmental advantage is too great Big. ...
　　
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