In an instant, there were only four people left alive, one of whom had already passed out, and the other, whose arms were disabled, was staring at Li Xuan with blood-red eyes that were almost squeezed out of his eye sockets.
"You must die!"
Bai Yinming screamed wildly.
He paid too much. No matter whether he could kill Li Xuan or not, he would definitely die. Before he died, he had to hold Li Xuan on his back. This was his only wish.
Amid the wild screams, his corpse continued to spurt out a large amount of black blood, which was supplemented by the blood. The speed of the storm became higher and higher, and the blade gradually became unable to withstand it.
Finally, there was a "click", the blade broke, the storm lost its resistance, and roared towards Li Xuan.
Li Xuan's eyes flashed, and he pulled away and retreated.
"You can't escape!"
Bai Yinming laughed loudly, "Underworld is calling you, do you hear the howling ghost?"
"A ghost screams?
Let’s see if the ghost in Huangquan is more powerful, or if my ghost is stronger.”
Li Xuan snorted coldly and touched his palm in front of him.
Hearing the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, thousands of ghosts hunted from the turbulence of time and space rose into the sky, condensing into a large gloomy banner, and smashed down on the storm.
The wind blows and the flags move, and the sky collapses and the earth collapses! The technique activated by the corpse commander's life is so powerful. If these thousands of souls refine the magic weapon Thousand Soul Flags, they may be able to defeat them.
Although the soul is condensed now, it still lacks some firepower and cannot withstand the ferocity of the storm.
Shi Guzi could see clearly from the sidelines and knew that these souls would definitely be defeated. A light flashed in his empty eye sockets, and he planned to take advantage of the situation.
But what he never expected was that the two sides collided violently, and there was an earth-shattering loud noise. Not only did the soul not collapse, but it withstood the progress of the storm.
"How can it be?"
Shiguzi was stunned.
The next moment, his face turned purple.
After a large number of souls, Li Xuan held the staff in his left hand, dragged a dark disk in the palm of his right hand, and kept mumbling words in his mouth.
Huge streams of soul power were transported into the soul with his whispers. With the support of Li Xuan's power, he was able to help the soul block Bai Yinming's desperate move! "What does this guy have?"
How many treasures?”
Shiguzi prides himself on having many magic weapons. In addition to the Thousand Soul Flag, the mourning stick in his hand is also a rare magic weapon in the world.
But compared to Li Xuan, his magic weapon is far inferior.
Just that embroidery needle as thin as an ox hair is the remains of the ancient god, and now the staff and the disc also seem to have extremely strange origins.
Shi Guzi couldn't help but feel dizzy. Could it be that this person's nickname is Taoist Duobao? Otherwise, how could there be so many treasures?
Naturally, Li Xuan didn't know that Shi Guzi had secretly given him a nickname. His soul was so huge that it was continuously sent into his soul. Soon, the soul banners were stirring, suppressing the storm and deforming it.
There is a gradual trend of falling apart.
Seeing the storm approaching, Bai Yinming, who had always been extremely confident, was a little dumbfounded.
He didn't even risk his life, but he still had this result. This made the always proud Shishuai Qing embarrassed! "I don't believe it!"
Bai Yinming almost broke his teeth.
"This guy is clearly just a Nascent Soul cultivator. If he didn't rely on these weird magic weapons, he would definitely not be my opponent!"
He was angry and resentful, but he couldn't crush Li Xuan into pieces.
This was the first and last time in his life that he felt a strong sense of powerlessness.
However, zombies have always had an indomitable temperament, especially the Zombie Commander, who is unlikely to give up easily.
His arms have been lost, and his life is passing quickly, but Bai Yinming still has a strong body.
Although the corpse had torn wounds everywhere and black blood was flying, Bai Yinming's eyes were blood red and he recited a tragic mantra.
"My body is like a lamp, immortal and immortal! Today, when the oil is exhausted and the lamp dries up, I have to be buried with you!"
After chanting the incantation, Bai Yinming let out a low cry, violently tearing open more wounds all over his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
The blood spread around and gradually condensed into a ferocious face.
This face is the same as Bai Yin Ming's, but a little more terrifying and bloody.
Shi Guzi gasped when he saw it: "Blood corpse!"
As soon as the bloody corpse came out, Bai Yinming seemed to have exhausted all his life force. His corpse shook slightly and fell apart with a "click", and it turned into powder! The dignified corpse commander fought with his life and fell! Bai Yinming fell, he
The bloody corpses left behind are still there.
A trace of sadness flashed in the blood corpse's eyes, and when he looked at Li Xuan again, he was like a hungry wolf seeing a little sheep.
Facing this demon that Bai Yinming had dedicated his life to, Li Xuan did not dare to look down upon him.
The figure of the bloody corpse flickered and suddenly disappeared.
Li Xuan only felt a gust of fishy wind blowing towards his face. He frowned slightly and shouted: "Get out!"
The embroidery needle came at lightning speed, and under the pressure of the huge power of the divine weapon, a bloody shadow emerged in the void.
The bloody corpse opened its mouth ferociously, biting the embroidery needle sadly and helplessly.
The blood corpse was indeed extremely powerful and extremely fast. Even though Li Xuan was powerful, he couldn't see its movements at all.
It's a pity that in front of the embroidery needle, everything is just a cloud! With a "pop", the embroidery needle as thin as an ox hair fell from the sky and pierced between the eyes of the bloody corpse.
Faced with the great power of the embroidery needle, the blood corpse cannot escape even with its unparalleled speed.
Its blood-condensed body was torn apart easily by the needle body, and blood droplets flew out in all directions, instantly disintegrating into a ball of dirty blood.
Dirty blood splattered all over the floor, and a strong fishy smell filled the air.
Bai Yinming's last fighting strength left in the world disappeared. He paid the price with his life, but he didn't even hurt Li Xuan's hair.
Shi Guzi was no longer surprised. He had been stunned by Li Xuan so many times that his nerves had become numb.
"Even the blood corpse is no match. His magic weapon is too powerful!"
Although it was a little hard to accept this fact, Shi Guzi knew that he had lost, and that he had lost miserably.
But he was still a little unconvinced and couldn't help but blurt out: "Who are you?
With your level of strength, you are definitely not a nobody!"
“So what if you’re famous, so what if you’re unknown?
What determines life or death is not fame, but strength.
False fame is like a floating cloud to me, and in my eyes there is only pleasure and hatred!"
Li Xuan's eyes swept towards Xi Guzi, and there was an unconcealable murderous intent blooming in them.
Shiguzi seemed to have aged dozens of years all of a sudden. He smiled bitterly and said: "It's a fate to lose to you today, but you still have a little more to do if you want to kill me."