The corpse man stood with one leg in the air, turned around Lingxu, and said domineeringly: "This is my sword, and you actually want to hurt me with it..."

There was another sudden stop, and the corpse's eyes were filled with ghostly fire, and it shuddered for a few times.

Because there is no sword in front of me at all!

The big guy who fell far away didn't even take a step, but suddenly transformed into a "thousand-legged spider".

Countless purple lightning lines were shot out from his body, and each line was tied to a thunder sword. He pointed down in the air, and the direction the sword was aiming at was clearly him.

And the Will-O-Wisp Sword only hit a vanguard!

"Absolutely impossible, it must be an illusory sword technique!"

The corpse man could only say this, it was too late to escape.

The will-o'-the-wisp sword blasted through its chest, and the power of thunder it carried exploded its entire body.

The intense pain told me that this was not a magic swordsmanship.

That man was a spiritual refining master, but he only manipulated the spiritual refining sword instead of using the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship!

It's not too late for the gecko to lose its body.

The corpse man reacted extremely quickly and immediately broke his own neck.

Only a skeletal head was left behind, flying away in the air, leaving behind a sneer:

"It doesn't hurt."

Cao Erzhu was shocked.

This corpse is not very strong and has a really tough mouth.

He controlled the thousands of thunder swords and pierced the air, but the skull dodged left and right and avoided them all.

"A bit strong, but not much..."

Cao Erzhu felt quite strange.

You could say this corpse is a master. It's so useless and can only speak harshly.

Let's just say this corpse is a rookie. It can jump through time and space with a sword, and its level of ease and ease is not inferior to that of Brother Shou.

At the same time, such a sense of fighting...

"He was definitely a master when he was alive!"

Cao Erzhu has been trained by his father for more than 20 years, and his fighting consciousness is almost superior to that of the younger generation.

It can be said that except for Brother Xiaoshou, there are few people in the world who can compare with him.

But performing the technique like this, piercing with a thousand swords, and achieving precise stabbing - this is the basic skill of practicing the manipulation type of pure mind.

If it were Taixu, or even a Half-Saint, he would have dug hundreds of holes by himself.

The skull chose not to hit, and after starting to dodge, except for the initial confident turn back, he missed the next hit!

"His strength is not good, he only has a little holy power, and his appearance is even more ugly."

"But his conversational skills are extraordinary, his body skills are also extraordinary, and his awareness of fighting in the three realms is even greater."

"It's like..."

Cao Erzhu is not good at thinking, but he can feel things most intuitively.

This corpse has the consciousness of a master, but it is matched with a garbage soul and a garbage body.

He was even able to make up his mind and turned back towards the wave with full confidence.

As long as this corpse regains its original strength, the sword of will-o'-the-wisp that he controls, there is no way he will really take it back!

"Don't underestimate it."

Cao Erzhu's face was serious, fearing that something might happen, so he took back all the spiritual energy he had released.

As soon as the pressure was released, the skull over there could sense it almost at the same time, and immediately laughed wildly:

"Young man, can't you hold on anymore?"

"Then my evaluation is that the attack speed is very fast and the duration is a little short, so it is very average."

It indeed possesses all the qualities of an ancient sword cultivator, and even the additional quality is like the sharp-tongued taste of Brother Shou... Cao Erzhu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and shouted:

"Punishment God Realm!"

Zi.

The earth seemed to have a thunder snake swimming across it, fleetingly disappearing.

The wind is still the same, the sky is still the same, this big guy seems to have farted, nothing happened?

"Ha ha……"

Such thoughts flashed through the skull, and just as he was about to laugh, his head felt numb and he lost all his vision.

"boom!"

The land that is thousands of miles away is covered by the purple sea of ​​thunder.

Among the rolling thunder waves created by the God of Punishment, all kinds of giant thunder beasts can be vaguely seen rising and falling in it, full of ferocity.

However, Cao Erzhu never really exerted his strength, and the skull was crushed by the invisible momentum and turned into powder long before the thunder sea appeared.

"So weak?"

Cao Erzhu has always been on guard against accidents.

Unexpectedly, there was no surprise at all. It turned out that the corpse man was really not an expert.

The pitiful holy power in its body that he had glimpsed was not a disguise, but its entire being.

Holy power, where did you go?

Punishing God and Punishing Tribulation was the first generation of Divine Thought, and it was comparable to the power of ancestral origin, the mere holy power, which had long since disappeared under the raging sea of ​​thunder.

"No--"

But suddenly, a heartbreaking voice sounded, full of pain and torture:

"Impossible, impossible!"

"How can you be so strong at such a young age?"

"Who are you? Who are you? No, I can't die. I can't die. If I die, there will be no chance. No..."

It said something incomprehensible.

The more Cao Erzhu listened, the more he felt that he was a master.

The body, soul and mind of the skeleton should have been completely destroyed under the punishment of the God of Punishment, but now there is only one residual consciousness left that can scream...

This is not a master, what is it?

"Xin Lei Su!"

One move variation, the sea of ​​thunder fades.

On the contrary, in the distant void, thunder elements gathered together to outline a blurry, twisted purple cloud.

This is the consciousness of the ancient sword corpse cultivator.

Cao Erzhu usually doesn't take action, and when he does, he is never merciful. This is what his father taught him. He immediately clenched his fist:

"burst!"

He can easily crush this residual consciousness.

After all, during the heyday of the Corpse Man, aside from the extreme reaction, in terms of frontal combat effectiveness alone, the combined total could not compare to the quality of a God Punishing Tribulation.

Something unexpected happened.

The power Xin Lei Su exerted on the corpse's remnant consciousness not only did not explode, but instead seemed to be corroded and dissolved by something.

The connection between power and self was cut off silently.

"What's going on?"

Cao Erzhu looked wary, knowing that his guess was correct and that the corpse man was about to mutate.

"ah--"

As expected, the remnant consciousness let out a scream, and exploded with a bang during a period of twisting and struggling.

It did not die. On the contrary, it exploded its "spiritual intelligence" and returned to its original animal self.

A gigantic and terrifying ghost that was more than a hundred feet tall and formidable descended boldly. It had seven black horns on its head, six arms between its ribs, and barbs on its arms, which was extremely terrifying.

"Don't let it mutate..."

Cao Erzhu was just about to take action to drive away the ghost, but found that after the evil ghost transformed into its true form, he was still in pain.

It covered its head with six arms, then fell and screamed:

"No! No! Don't..."
To be continued...