The man and the knife will enter a strange state.

People are swords, and swords are people.

The sword and Tao merged into a divine blade capable of cutting through everything.

Seeing Gusu Cuiguang showing such powerful intelligence and skills, Luo Tianfeng's expression became gloomy.

Regardless of the fact that Luo Manping now has a miracle of breaking through the Great Sage, he is not yet a Great Sage and cannot fight against Gusu Cuiguang.

Maybe Luo Manping, whom he relies on, can't make it through the third round and will be defeated.

as expected.

Luo Manping came to the great world immediately.

Activate the magic power to manifest the Dharma.

Blood-Eyed Asura swung out a terrifying palm that shook the world. It seemed that just with these two fleshy palms, he could push back thousands of enemies and suppress them. It was a pity.

He met a peerless genius.

Gusu Cuiguang's sword is very different from Luo Tianpeng's magic sword.

The Gusu Cuiguang Sword is a killing knife.

Not a king, not a hegemon.

Just kill people!

The knife and the man moved at the same time.

There was no flash of sword light, and an even brighter light swept across the sky, and a crack appeared in the ten-thousand-foot blood-eyed Shura Dharma.

At the same time, a commensurate wound appeared on Luo Manping's chest. As long as it was moved half an inch higher, the golden-winged sword of the peerless magic weapon could gouge out his heart.

"Roar!"

Luo Manping roared and wanted to use Asura's secret technique again to draw out his fighting power.

"kill!"

Seeing that Luo Manping was defeated, Luo Tianfeng's palm holding Tianshang trembled slightly.

He can't hold the magic weapon tightly now.

However, he still has a killer move yet to come out.

The sleeves and robe were flicked.

The three-foot small flag fell into his hand.

Shake gently.

When the mana surges like the Yellow River, a shadow comes from the mist.

Luo Tianfeng shouted: "Gusu Cuiguang, don't you want this magic weapon of mine!"

The evil is as vast as the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

Riding the wind and riding the fog to live a life of ghosts and gods!

The tall figure wearing a black and red Taoist robe with dark gold dragon patterns seemed to be about to shatter the world.

laugh!

As the evil spirit escaped like steam, a pale ghost hand poked out from it.

The rough purple-black oval nails were like a terrifying demon protruding from death, and this pale hand grasped the iron rod.

Pale.

Pitch black.

Although it looks so weird, it seems to fit perfectly.

The mace, as dark as night, seems as heavy as millions of people, as restrained as ink but possessing supreme power.

The owner of the pale ghost hand waved gently.

The black light tore through the majestic steam that obscured the figure.

Take one step forward.

The iron boots hit the ground hard.

boom.

Under the top corner, immortal eyes like dark stars in the abyss lowered their eyes.

Raise your head slightly.

The face carved out of the ice peaks of the distant mountains is so indifferent against the long scarlet hair, like a god who has walked out of the gates of hell and appeared in the world holding the Mingwang pestle that suppresses the prison.

late.
Chapter completed!