This great witch giant is clearly the idea of the ancient great witch, the body engraved with countless magic totems, it is really powerful, just a fist, so that the clock fell to an absolute wind.

After all, this is the means of the wind mausoleum at the bottom of the box, if it is not a little power, then the cultivation of the peak of the spirit is also white.

But no one thought that this great witch giant had just exerted its power, and was actually directly beheaded by unknown forces, and his heart was directly worn through.

The powerful idea of the ancient witch could not resist such damage, and suddenly began to dissipate into a refined force.

“How is it possible? what have you done?”

The wind mausoleum screamed loudly, and instantly rushed to the big witch giant before, desperately trying to produce the French seal, but only to see that the big witch giant was rapidly dissipating, and his face was also pale.

A little wound above the heart is nothing to the great witch giant, after all, this is not flesh and blood, and it will not die because the heart is destroyed.

But the wind mausoleum can clearly feel that the idea of the ancient witch in this giant body has been completely obliterated and has become a soulless body.

His strongest means, actually by the clock away so understated, for the wind mausoleum of the martial arts heart is absolutely a huge blow.

But even the clock away from himself, at this moment some did not react, just looking at the black blade in his hand shocked.

This is the mysterious black blade he obtained in the bronze palace, and after it was obtained, he took the initiative to merge with the basalt dragon gun, and then did not show much difference.

Why did Zhong Wei not think that when he was suppressed by the great witch giant, this black blade would actually take the initiative to directly kill the idea of this ancient witch!

The origin of this black blade has always been extremely mysterious, even the alchemist's predecessor who left a five-line chaotic formation, did not understand the true role of the black blade, but preserved it.

Even so, the clock did not dare to despise the power of this black blade.

Metal that can change the form is just a weapon blade, and it has an extraordinary history of thinking.

But until this moment, Zhong left to perceive the horror of the black blade, between the fly directly is to erase the idea of the ancient witch, almost more powerful than any spiritual weapon!

The only thing that makes the clock a little helpless is that it can't refine this black blade at all, and can only use it as the simplest weapon.

It is the first time to attack the enemy.

Seeing the great witch giants disappear in front of them, there is only a dead silence in the hearts of the wind mausoleum, the will to fight has dropped to the lowest point at this moment, and even the heart of martial arts has begun to shake.

The great witch idea summoned by the great witch drum was so easily broken, and the blow was not very impossible.

“The gun!”

The clock reached out and grabbed it, and the power of the spirit pulled the basalt dragon gun inserted on the ground and fell back into his hand.

After the black blade broke away from the basalt dragon gun, this long gun that accompanies the clock for a long time actually lost all its spirituality and completely became an ordinary weapon.

But despite this, there was no hesitation in the clock, and he held this ordinary soldier to kill the wind mausoleum.

Dragons in the sky!

The shape became a mad dragon, and the clock moved dozens of feet away from the moment, killing the wind mausoleum in front of the wind.

This godly broken spirit peak strong, finally at this moment to react, the blood in the body stirs up, toward the front.

“The wall of space!”

Although the great witch-eating drums were lost, the wind mausoleum was still a disciple of the wind clan, and suddenly used the power of his own fissure blood to protect himself as a wall of space.

Under the basalt dragon gun, all the forces suddenly burst out, directly smashing the wall of space!

The power of the Dragon Warrior has exceeded the limit that can be blocked by the wall of this layer of space, and how can it stop this gun?

Xiaoling's eyes flashed a reluctant look, but seeing that even the walls of space had been smashed and smashed, they did not dare to fight again, and actually retreated to the back!

“Want to go?”

The clock passed a little cold from his eyes, the long gun suddenly swept out, but the body was instantly shuttled behind the wind mausoleum, and the basalt dragon gun in his hand suddenly smashed in front of the former.

Bam

The sound of the real yuan bursting came out, and the wind tombs all spitted out a mouthful of blood, like a dead dog flying up.

The spirit tidal wave that covered the real tidal tower rushed down, and suddenly wrapped the former's body, like a stone rolling toward the foot of the mountain.

“The mausoleum!”

Only one of the windy hills were constantly seeing that the strength was stronger than their own wind tombs, and they were actually hit at the foot of the mountain with a shot, and the mouth was also exhaling, and looking back at the eyes of the clock finally brought a trace of fear.

The two did not suppress the people in front of them, and now the strongest wind mausoleum has been defeated, with how he can resist the attack of the other!

The clock turned away and was unceremoniously, and after repelling the wind mausoleum, it immediately fell on the body of Fengqiuheng, and then shot again!

“Damn it!Hundred Nights!The ghosts!”

Perceiving the fierce momentum of the clock from his body, where the windhills still fought with it, instantly produced several marks.

Countless ghosts flew out of the body, haunting the surrounding space, so that the former's body gradually blurred.

Behind the display of this attached ghost, the speed of the wind and mound suddenly changed, as if the true to the invisible ghost fell down at the foot of the mountain.

“Nine thunder, give it to me!”

The clock left the eye, and the nine thunders in the sea flew out, and it was cracked down around the position where the wind mound was.

Ah!

On top of a scream, the hustle and bustle of the wind and the body appeared again from the air, and a black soul breath overflowed, which seemed quite miserable.

Seeing that he could not fight with the clock, Fengqiu Hengjun's white-boned spear was also wanted to make final resistance.

Spikes!

The clock snorted coldly, and suddenly there were several spiritual thorns spinning in front of him, and above it was a winding force of the nine thunders!

This is the soul secret technique that clock has left cultivation before, and now it is exhibited again, but it is not known how powerful it is than before.

The transparent soul thorns shot out, instantly stabbing into the windy mound and the sea of knowledge, and the other body trembled and rolled directly to the ground.

"Oh?"This white-boned spear is good, take it first!”

Completely defeated this windy mound, the clock left to reach out and grab, the lost control of the white bone spear also instantly flew to the hand.

"What!The wind mausoleum and the windy mound are actually defeated by this clock?”

The wind and the engine, who was entangled with the thunderstorm Kirin, noticed the change on this side, and his face suddenly changed greatly, even the magic show was slow and half a minute, and he was almost caught on the body by the thunderstorm Kirin.

At this moment, the strongest wind tomb has rolled down the mountain to become a dead dog, if the clock is away and then solve the windy hill, he is afraid that he will face this ancient beast and the clock away from the double attack!

“The silver moon is light!”

Just in an instant, the wind and busts made a judgment, the star scimitar in the hand burst out of endless light, the two like the hooked moon when the knife light spinning out.

“Huh?”

After taking the other side's white-boned spear, Zhong was about to directly suppress the wind and mound, but immediately felt the threat of the silver moon knife.

Fortunately, the bottom card of the peak of the soul, the clock has not yet been strong enough to directly ignore the past, immediately bombarded, the chaos of the true yuan condensed five lines of earth, into a small mountain towards the silver moon knife light crash.

With a bang, the silver moon knife light splits above the mountains and directly bursts through the mountains, but the knife light also dissipates as much as it can under this collision.

“Go away!”

It is difficult to rely on this silver moon light to delay a glimmer of opportunity, where the wind and the engine dare to stay here, grabbed the smoke of the thunder on the head of the wind and mound, even a step do not dare to stay, is to fall on the mountain.

The three windy genius who originally wanted to besiege the clock was also completely defeated by the clock.

I don't know, I don't know, go to the foot of the mountain.

A spirit is broken, the weapon is taken away!

A wolf fled, dare not fight!