Master of Beasts

Chapter 1160

"Bang!"

The sound of a startling explosion spread from the silent mountains, and countless frightened spirit beasts fled to the distance, and birds rushed to the sky.

"Dark soul night lion, shadow attack!"

In the cold shrill sound, a huge black lion claws beat out, countless bat like shadows, black rolling, but then, it was crushed by a golden sword wheel.

Looking at the dark soul night lion in the distance, the main sword of the sky sword is pushed, and the sharp golden sword wheel flows across the sky. Where it passes, the space is broken, as if forming a broken channel.

"Asshole!"

The old man on the back of the dark soul night devil lion has a gloomy face: "medium throne level spirit skill, night devil blade!"

The sharp black blade pops up from both sides of the dark soul night lion. It suddenly steps on it and smashes the sword wheel. At the same time, it flies backwards out of ten thousand Zhang distance and gasps for breath.

A string of red blood line, slowly dripping from its abdomen.

It suffered a small loss in the collision just now.

"The little beast." The old man's face is black and blue. His name is mu Qian. He is one of the elders of the crazy lion hall. His strength is second only to kulao.

And its spirit beast is the second level medium throne level dark soul night demon lion.

I thought it was his luck to block Xiao Yang here, but he never dreamed that Xiao Yang, a nine level spirit emperor, could successfully conclude a spirit pact with the Lord of the sky sword.

At this time, he has some regret did not listen to the words of kulao.

"Sky Sword Master, go!"

Looking at the turbulent space in the distance, Xiao Yang's eyes slightly coagulated, and immediately the sword master of the sky took him away with him, bringing out a dazzling light tail.

"Want to escape?" Mu Qian yelled angrily: "dark soul night demon lion, leave him!"

"Roar!"

Virtual step in the sky, dark soul night lion mouth open, ear roaring sound out, space turbulence, a black ball of light, lightning chasing toward Xiao Yang.

"Go away!"

Xiao Yang's eyes were cold. With a sharp sword light, he split the black light ball into pieces, and immediately split it directly on the dark soul night lion, and blasted it out again.

The ferocious blood mouth spread from the place where the sword light fell, especially miserable.

"Xiao Yang, I want you to die!" Mu Qian roared angrily, as if he didn't know that his dark soul night demon lion was not the opponent of the sky sword master.

If it wasn't for Xiao Yang's worry that he would change later, he would have killed him.

"Shua Shua!"

The figures of several spirit beasts appear around Mu Qian. On the far left is a wind wolf, with its sharp claws shining cold.

FanFeng wolf is a third-order medium throne level spirit beast. His master is the leader of Langya que, wolf palace.

"And the boy." The wolf palace asked darkly. Ever since he learned that wolf Huo had been abandoned again, he wanted to cut Xiao Yang into pieces all the time to vent his ruthlessness.

"Your dark soul night demon lion is not the second-order throne level. How can Xiao Yang hurt you?" Zhou Zhen, the leader of the Scorpion King sect, smiles. The smile makes people feel uncomfortable.

"It's the Lord of the sky sword." Kulao snorted. Zhou Zhen and Mu Qian were always at odds. If they were not afraid of the crazy lion hall, they would have been killed long ago.

However, just to humiliate Mu Qian, Zhou Zhen still had the courage.

"The Lord of the sky sword, the spirit beast of the first-order throne level?"

Zhou Zhen looked at Mu Qian jokingly: "it's not me who said that you are the old bone. The more you live, the more you go back. Why don't you kill your dark soul night demon lion and roast it and eat it, and then you can be hurt like this by the first-order throne level spirit beast."

"You don't look so good with him." Mu Qian's cold way back.

Xiao Yang's Sky Sword Master is a high throne.

Not to mention the second level throne level, even the third level, as long as it is not to the higher level, or understand the origin of the throne of the spirit beast, can retreat without injury.

"That's not necessarily true." Zhou Zhen pulled out his ear: "that kind of little reptile, as long as I encounter it, a finger can crush it to death. I'm not like someone. Half of my body is buried in the soil."

"You seem to forget that some of your disciples were killed in shenlingtian by Xiao Yang?" Mu Qian gave a sneer.

"You..." Zhou Zhen's face is suddenly gloomy. The reason why he pursues Xiao Yang so hard is that he has the idea of taking the opportunity to revenge.

"Don't make any noise." Kulao snorted: "the boy is not far away. The people of xiaoleitian are trying their best to intercept him. There are three mysterious beasts on the boy. Xiaoleitian said that as long as we can kill him and give up his body, we will be allowed to share one."

"Really?" Wolf palace Sen cold eyes, emerge a thick greed, according to this, for wolf Huo revenge, it seems insignificant.

Although it's not clear whether the mysterious beast can conclude a spiritual covenant again after being plundered, he doesn't mind trying.

"There's a trace of the boy. Go after him!" Kulao puts down Nanyin bell, and the Holy Light lion under him suddenly roars out. Wolf palace and Zhou Zhen both follow closely.This line-up, not to mention against a spirit emperor, even the third level spirit king, can fight with one.

Xiao Yang, there is no doubt that he will die!

At the same time.

"Heaven Sword Master, a sword to heaven!"

With Xiao Yang's deep cheering, the main sword of the sky sword shakes. A sharp sword wheel revolves around the tip of the sword at a high speed, and a series of slender sword lights are shot one after another.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The sword lights connected together are like a straight line.

This skill is exactly what the sky sword master used when he hit the aurora tianmang scorpion. It is powerful. Under the sharp light of the sword, the endless thunder wall in the opposite sky is broken.

"Protect me!"

As the light of the sword roars, master Tan shouts angrily. A wild Thunder Dragon, about ten feet long, crouches in front of him, just like a round thunder shield engraved with a dragon.

"Click, click!"

The sword light falls on it and becomes light spots.

"You can't kill me." Protected by a second-order, medium throne level wild Thunder Dragon, Tan Shishen stares at Xiao Yang, his eyes are as terrible as a poisonous snake.

That day, Xiao Yang dared to threaten him, asshole!

Now meet again, Xiao Yang actually still stay in the spirit of the emperor, this can not help but let him some schadenfreude: "bad things do too much, should be punished, your life, seems to be promoted to the spirit of the king hopeless, deserve it."

"You know what." Xiao Yang calmly smile: "it's you, as the great elder of xiaoleitian, who despised my strong one. When I first met, I was just the Spirit Lord. You didn't care about your identity, but now, you can only live under the protection of others, sad."

"You're going to die!" Being poked to the pain, Tan Shi roared madly: "kill him, kill him for me!"

"Roar!"

The round body stretched out, and the wild Thunder Dragon roared out. In its open mouth, the thunder nets interweaved and twinkled.

Dexterity, thunder roaring!