C1320 (1/2)

Was doutian trampled to death?

Hearing these words, Sikong Zang's sword spouted several mouthfuls of blood, which was obviously breathed by Luo Yu. It turned out that he was hard to breathe, but he almost didn't catch up with him in the last breath.

However, he still perked up and looked at doutian and said, ”doutian, my younger martial brother has gone. Now if you kill me, you can't live. My father won't let you go.”

”It seems that you are really a fool. You are still counting money when you are sold!” Doutian looks at Sikong cangjian with disdain.

With doutian's eyesight, I can't see that Luo yuluo wants to kill Sikong cangjian. Otherwise, as his younger martial brother, how could he not help him.

After all, Luo yuluo is also the God of war of Hongmeng. If they fight together, there is a great chance to kill him.

”Hum, how could my younger martial brother do such a thing.” Sikong zangjian trembled, but he still gritted his teeth and said: ”you killed me, I”

”poof”

before he finished speaking, doutian flicked his finger a little, a streamer of light shot into Sikong zangjian's eyebrows, Sikong zangjian screamed, then collapsed on the ground, and there was no more chance.

”Dare not kill you? I really think I'm an onion! ” Doutian coldly spits out a word, but Yu Guang sweeps a glance in the thick fog in the distance, and the bottom of his eyes is full of strong killing intention.

”You want to use me? Oh, I don't know who will use who in the end? ” Dou Tian's heart is full of meaning. Then he raises his hand and takes a picture. The fluctuation of soul power covers all around.

Bang, doutian's domineering hand fell on the place where Sikong cangjian was. When the smoke dispersed, there was nothing left except doutian standing there.

Doutian's eyes were indifferent. He glanced at the skeletons around him. Tens of thousands of skeletons had been shattered by doutian's foot just now. Now there are only ten or twenty.

After a few days of fighting, there are 18 skeletons. If you let others see them, you can't underestimate them. Their breath is the sixth realm of Hongmeng God of war.

These 18 skeletons, compared with those low-level skeletons, in addition to the gap in strength, there is a big difference.

That is, these 18 skeletons look crystal clear, and there is no dead air on them. On the contrary, they give people a feeling of incomparable holiness, forming a huge contrast.

Strangely, the 18 Holy Level skeletons did not besiege doutian. Although they had no pupils, their posture showed that they were full of awe for doutian.

”Thousands of years have passed, and the once powerful skeleton eighteen riders have also become like this.” Doutian sighed, integrating the memory of the previous Shura hall master. Doutian knew what these eighteen white skeletons were for a long time.

Eighteen skeletons are exactly the name of these eighteen skeletons. If someone heard the name ”Eighteen skeletons” thousands of years ago, they would have been scared to pee.

Where the eighteen skeletons and skeletons rode, there were never any living people, only the corpse mountain and bone sea. Even the war god camp in the war god temple was not as powerful as it was.

The reason why the skeleton eighteen riders are afraid of doutian is that they integrate the memory of the previous generation of Shura hall master, and doutian is stained with the breath of the previous generation of Shura hall master.

Otherwise, they would have rushed to doutian long ago. Of course, with doutian's current strength, they are not necessarily afraid of them.

For a long time, Dou Tian took back his eyes from the eighteen skeletons. He wanted to accept them very much. After all, the eighteen Hongmeng war gods were of great help to what he was going to do next.

However, this skeleton eighteen riding now does not belong to Shura hall, at least does not belong to his doutian.

Taking a deep breath, doutian's eyes fell on the huge grave, or rather on the huge sword shaped stone tablet.