The sun is immortal!

The light that bloomed in Ming Chenjie's chest instantly wrapped his body without leaving any left. At this moment, the rusty red knife light cut out a shiny silver light and penetrated Ming Chenjie. The two figures intertwined and then opened the distance.

"I really hit that knife, why..."

Langren turned around in surprise with a knife in his hand and looked at the person with light and shadow standing on the ground behind him.

At this time, Ming Chenjie completely became an etheric body constructed by the winding of light. What is noticeable is a conical gap from his chest to his right rib.

It was exactly where Langren cut over.

"It's really...it surprised me so much. Shura, I finally understood why Master Kun was so afraid of these two words."

Ming Chenjie stroked the gap in his chest with one hand. After putting down his palm, the gap had actually healed.

Turning his head to look at Lang Ren, Ming Chenjie's facial features were blurred.

"You should be the cornerstone of human progress...under the steps."

The vision was suddenly blocked by a golden light, and a blood-red dangerous word lit up in Langren's heart.

Ming Chenjie actually came to Langren in an unpredictable way of moving, spread his palms and grabbed Langren's face.

Lang Ren didn't think much about it, and he held the knife horizontally in front of him with both hands, and the moment the blade and the palm collided.

Bang!

The soil suddenly exploded over ten meters behind Langren's feet!

Lang Ren's hands were sore and numb, and his muscles almost went on strike on the spot, and his movements could not be maintained. Lang Ren decisively used a lock ring to replenish his strength, and at the same time, aroused miasma and death intentions on the blade.

Shura Immortal Killing!

The miasma roared out an arc, and the power that could be used was about seventy years older than the karma fire rate that increased to 79% due to the massacre just now. The damage of this knife was already an extremely terrifying number!

There was no explosion or blood splash, Lang Ren slashed through Ming Chenjie's arm with no explosion.

"Is this...the breath of death?"

The black desperate intention rushed into Ming Chenjie's etheric light body, and several ink-black silk threads were very conspicuous in the golden and white light.

The palm was divided into two pieces. Ming Chenjie, who clearly felt the numbness of his arm, kicked Langren at the first time, but was blocked by Langren's arms and was only pushed for a few meters.

"Your hands are ruined!"

Lang Ren stood firmly and suddenly pointed his fingers at the crack that Ming Chenjie had just cut open by him.

"Varied--"

Ming Chenjie looked closely and saw a bubble the size of a fingernail stuck to the blind spot of his vision below his elbow, and the red silk thread wrapped inside was drilling into his body.

Spiritual character!

This right arm, which was invaded by death, had no effect on Ming Chenjie. At most, it was a slight delay in controlling it. The cracks and other things could be filled by light in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, Langren put a spiritual pattern that affects information delivery on his right arm, which is in poor condition, and then his hand will be a burden in the next twenty seconds!

Just when Ming Chenjie paid attention to the influence of the mind's character on his right arm, Lang Ren decisively gritted his teeth and put on his posture!

The spirit descends!

The phantoms of King Ah Hun Ren and King Vajra rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness from the cracks in the void. Lang Ren's body overflowed with red and blue-green streams, mixed with the floating Mars.

"Now it's my turn!"

After the subjugation of the spirit, Lang Ren pounced on Ming Chenjie with a grim smile, and the red and black miasma with a strong evil smell came out of the long sword.

"Hmph, the immortality of light cannot be easily cut off by death!"

Ming Chenjie did not give in. Since Langren wanted to fight his own advantage in close combat, he would accompany him to the end!

For a moment, the dazzling golden light gushed and the black and red miasma gusted out huge arcs, and the clanging sound of metal and dull impact continued.

Just when most of the casualties outside the field were killed or injured, and the armored superpower troops, which were seriously damaged by Langren, seized time to save lives and heal the wounded, a slight buzzing sound came from the ground.

A few seconds later, three huge conical drill bits broke out from the ground, and a tunnel excavator stretched out his head high from the soil, then smashed down and pressed down a piece of dust.

"What's going on? Are you in ambush?"

The young man in a slimming uniform stepped on the pedal to the top of the case, glanced at the battlefield, and asked with a smile.

"What's going on now? Why did that guy Ming Chenjie fight with Shura? Didn't he agree to capture him alive?"

The respectful armed man hurriedly came to this giant car with a sarcastic look on his face. He heard Lord Lin's words above and quickly replied:

"At the beginning, Shura used fraud and pretended to commit suicide, but actually attacked. We were caught off guard. Later, Lord Ming took action but could not crush Shura. Shura had too many trump cards, and there were many differences with the information, which led to the current result."

The A-level cadre named Lin nodded after hearing the report and turned his eyes to the direction of Ming Chenjie's battle with Shura.

"Class C...and if he is at level B, he can fight Ming Chenjie's immortal sun, and it will explode. How long can he last? But he must not be able to hold on with Ming Chenjie, because it is dawn."

A glimmer of light has been cast on the edge of the sky. Ming Chenjie, who has the energy to replenish the sun, will become an ungrateful perpetual motion machine. The stronger Shura explodes at this moment, the weaker he becomes. If Ming Chenjie is not careful, he may kill the target.

"This is not possible. We also expect to knock out some secrets of Kun's envoy from his soul. He cannot be surprised."

Lord Lin noticed a little smell from Ming Chenjie's etheric fluctuations, narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out a white palm and gently grabbed the battlefield where the corpse was everywhere.

Countless spiritual sons turned back to the battlefield from the void, and then were gathered together by an invisible force, forming a huge sphere.

"The strength is barely enough, if you are a member of the job... just seek revenge."

Amid the young man's words, the light ball gradually shrank to two meters high, and then cracks were everywhere, as if something was breaking the shell from the inside.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Click—

A long knife shattered the shell from the inside, and a figure could be vaguely seen in the cracks and falling.

"This knife...Shura?"

The sound of breaking is not too big, and many people hear this sound. When they look at the source, many people are shocked.

I saw the first half of a familiar long sword appearing out of thin air, as if it was coming out of an invisible space wormhole, followed by hands and legs.

A few seconds later, this person who emitted a white halo all over his body, and who was eighty-slightly similar to Shura wearing Xuanbing battle suit appeared in this world intact.

"Tsk, not enough deaths...well, go find your enemy and bring him to me."

Considering that Shura had been fighting for a long time, his condition might have begun to decline, Lord Lin said to the spirit he made up.

The spirit nodded slightly, tapped the ground with its toes, and rushed towards the place where Langren and Ming Chenjie were fighting.

The beam of light shot down from the sky. Lang Ren dodged at the critical moment, but hit his fist emitting golden and white light head-on. With a bang, Lang Ren was blown away by a punch, and smashed it on the hillside like a meteorite, embedded in the circular pit that was shattered by him.

"Yeah, cough--"

Lang Ren coughed softly, and the Xuanbing battle suit on his body was shattered, half of his face was exposed, and it was extremely ferocious by the blood gushing out of his nose.

‘The breath over there...is the A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level A-level? Damn it! The time for spiritual submission is almost over...’

Langren straightened his chest, pulled himself out of the pit, and squinted his eyes to Ming Chenjie in the sky.

Ming Chenjie looked unharmed. After all, it was an etheric body composed of energy, but it was not as golden as it was at the beginning. His body was covered with black death intentions wrapped like hair, and his aura was not as powerful as it was at the beginning.

"Come on, see if you can take one away..."

When Lang Ren was carrying a knife and was about to rush into the sky, a dull voice came from a distance.

"Ming Chenjie, that's OK. If something goes wrong, sir won't forgive you."

Ming Chenjie turned his head and looked at the young man in the distance, and snorted coldly.

"Lin Yusi, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Seeing how you are now, can you control the strength of your attack?"

Ming Chenjie snorted coldly, without refuting, and seemed to be ready to stop.

At this moment, a semi-transparent spirit body, all white, passed through a shadow and slashed at Langren with one sword.

It's a single word!

Lang Ren's eyes were filled with shocking brilliance, and he instinctively used the flowing water and breathing method to lift a knife to block it.

boom--

The two swords were connected, and the impact force shocked the stone and soil under Lang Ren, which had already broken into powder, and it hurt the sky, lifting up a large area of ​​smoke and dust.

With a whoosh, a human figure flew backwards and smashed the ground and rolled out more than ten meters, and suddenly stood firm with one hand.

"Wow~ The ability to replicate is only the sword technique that I can't understand. I didn't expect it to be so powerful?"

Lin Yusi was amazed when he saw this scene, which was obviously beyond his expectations.

After hearing this, Langren took a few deep breaths, barely suppressed his trembling arms, and looked at the white spirit body wearing Xuanbing's battle suit inside through the smoke and dust.

‘Portrait phantom…I haven’t killed two bosses yet, why did I start the Night of Demons? Replicating my Ashikiri, the power of that sword has exceeded the energy fluctuations it emits, that is...’

Even the multiplication rate has been replicated!

'But its basic value is not as high as mine. It should be subject to other conditions. If you really want to fight with the knife, it will still not fight with me. But there are two A-level and a large group of leeks. My condition has begun to decline and I can't fight...'

Langren quickly finished thinking about the current situation: extreme disadvantage.
To be continued...