"Ho!"

Can't tell if it's thunder or roar.

The crescent-shaped blade surrounded by black lightning collided hard with the tip of the axe, and the sound of sore teeth erupted immediately.

Two different faces are very close together.

The moment their eyes collided.

Using the halberd Zhan, he stretched out the muscles of his right arm to support the arm guard. Fang Tian flipped the halberd and hooked it with the ax blade. He exploded with awe-inspiring force, and the tip of the spear beamed a condensed lightning beam, which hit the sharp horn in front of Lei Gong's forehead.

"Little tricks!"

Lei Gong was surrounded by purple thunder, grinning ferociously, and his free left hand covered the general's face like a big net, but his eyes filled with madness showed no trace of fear.

In an instant, an alarm bell rang in his heart, and his green wings flapped violently behind his back.

Whoosh!

The real killer move shows its fangs.

The general's right leg was like a cannonball being discharged from the barrel, directly kicking Lei Gong's kneecap, but it was a consistent kick. Unfortunately, Lei Gong dodged this killing blow by a hair's breadth.

"It's just you, you're still a little behind!"

Crazy thunder resounded.

The blue-purple thunder looks majestic, but in fact it is chilling to the bones. Instead, it is a sinister thunder. The source is unexpectedly strong and powerful, colliding and biting each other, just like a python and a lion.

The fire burned underneath.

In mid-air, the sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly.

The painted halberd in the warrior's hand completely turned into a swift thunderbolt, picking, slashing, splitting, cutting, shoveling, and stabbing, like a furious thundercloud raining down, constantly releasing his fighting spirit.

The dazzling sparks are fleeting.

Lei Gong blocked all the attacks with his giant axe, and even swung it with all his strength, like a crescent moon across the sky, slashing at the warrior's waist, forcing him to use all his strength to resist.

Although the realm of one demon and one ghost is the same, the warrior has just broken through and is slightly inferior in terms of hard power.

However, every Hundred Battle Spirit has been on the battlefield for a long time and is proficient in fighting skills. It is no exaggeration to say that they are the most efficient killing machines, making the Halberd Warrior the leader among them.

I thought skills could bridge the gap.

Click!

The purple and purple thunder reflected on his terrifying pig-like and monkey-like face became more and more ferocious, and his strength and speed ratio were no worse than that of a war general, especially the wings on his back that were as powerful as a tiger's. Although the giant ax was not dexterous, it was more powerful and domineering.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was the howling wind or the sudden thunder.

No wonder you dare to call me Thunder Lord!

As time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult for the general to stop him.

"die!"

The roar suddenly started.

A steady stream of power gushes out from the depths of the body, Lei Guang's eyes are red, and he has devoted himself wholeheartedly to this battle of life and death. There is only one person in his eyes, the giant ax suddenly explodes with unparalleled power, swings up the halberd, and dunks the war general with one hand.

Shoulders and arms.

The surging blue and purple thunder turned into shackles to restrict his movement.

Even a short moment is enough.

Lei Gong raised his right arm high, and the giant ax in his hand seemed to turn into an arrow that patrolled the sky, striking directly at the warrior's forehead.

A critical moment of life and death.

too fast!

The war general had no time to parry. As soon as his right arm broke free, the thunderbolt in his eyes had penetrated his neck. The bone-cold thunder corroded his skin. In less than a ten thousandth of a second, his head was completely annihilated.

"I am the winner after all!"

The red evil eyes flashed with violence.

The green wings behind Lei Gong flapped, becoming even more powerful, and his ferocious face could not suppress the smile. He was about to use the thunder arrows to destroy the body of the warrior, when the dark thunder suddenly rushed into the eyeballs.

"What?!"

The ferocious smile did not recede, but the panic began to rise.

Just as Lei Gong's middle door was wide open, the warrior's hanging halberd was suddenly aimed at the throat and stabbed straight into it. "Zi la -" wisps of electricity flowed through his fist arms and converged on the tip of the spear.

It penetrates the neck and jaw and comes out through the brain.

The black blood was evaporated by the scorching heat before it was sputtered out.

"Well!"

Lei Gong stared in disbelief at the headless general in front of him.

"My name is Xiang!"

Suddenly, [Xiang]'s bold and deep voice came from the breastplate inside the breastplate.

Immediately he twisted his wrist.

"Bang——"

A violent explosion sounded, and the disorderly dark thunder spread like a spider web, eating away every inch of Lei Gong's flesh, essence, and blood. After a while, the black lightning was recovered, and black smoke poured out from the broken neck, reshaping the warrior's head.

"The one who laughs last is the winner!"

Xiang Xingkong stood tall in the air, his expression proud and stern.

Even until his death, Lei Gong could not figure out why he was still alive after crushing the warrior's head.

In terms of the root cause, it is normal. After all, the Netherworld Legion comes from another world. There is no legend about them here. How could you think that the true spirit of the heroic soul is hidden in the breast mirror.

Regarding this point, Xiang never revealed it, but kept it firmly in his hand as his trump card. When Lei Gong relaxed slightly, he rose up to fight back!

"After digesting the flesh and blood, it should be slightly improved."

The general raised his eyes to observe the situation, with a smile on his lips: "Yuan Qing is going to win!"

While muttering, he looked at the figure standing at the door again.

not enough.

The mistakes we made last time, this victory alone is far from enough.

You must kill that guy with your own hands!

Bang.

The well-jointed fist bones were clenched tightly.

…

…

"call!"

The heavy hammer struck down on the head with the force of a mountain, and the air suddenly let out an overwhelming and terrifying scream.

The broad-nosed evil ghost couldn't dodge, so he had to burst out his Yin Qi, trying to resist it with the posture of an overlord carrying a cauldron. The moment his hammer hands touched, he regretted it. Unexpectedly, Yuan Qing's strength was so terrifying that he immediately defeated the evil ghost.

Smashed into meat paste.

flutter!

Suddenly, the corroded flesh and blood began to squirm suddenly, turning into threads of flesh that shot out, approaching Yuan Qing's face. The speed was like a sharp arrow drawn from a bow, piercing the air!

"ha."

Exhale loudly.

There was a clanging sound of gold and iron clashing.

The Purple Gold Hammer turned into a blurry windmill to block the attack of the broad-nosed devil. "Try this move of mine!" Yuan Qing swung the sledgehammer in his right hand, and an overwhelming force came out, directly cutting off the flesh line.

All of them were torn into pieces.

The wind howled and roared.

Scraping across the messy ground.

Boom,

Boom!

Boom!

A piece of fleshy foam rolled to the ground, and the upper body of the broad-nosed evil ghost popped out, looking at Yuan Qing fearfully.

Look around again.

At some point, Yuan Qing was surrounded by criss-crossing flesh lines.

"immortal?"
To be continued...