Rampage Thor

Chapter 452 Fall of the Nether Son
"Boy, don't do this unnecessary struggle anymore. You can't solve my soul-hunting sword. You should die in peace, so that you will suffer less pain." The Nether Son sneered at Duan Lingfeng .The soul-chasing sword is his natal magic weapon, and it is very difficult to commemorate it. It has the most yin and evil spirit, and it is impossible to get rid of it. Of course, some thunder warriors can still do it, but this thunder warrior , can be said to be as rare as rare.

The power of thunder can slay evil spirits, and this soul-chasing sword is the most yin and evil, most afraid of the power of thunder.This is also one of the trump cards of the Holy Son of Nether. He spent a lot of thought on refining this soul-hunting sword.At this moment, it is worthwhile to use it on Ling Feng's body.

It's just that he felt a little aggrieved. This soul-chasing life-snatching sword is a one-time magical weapon, one of his trump cards. If he uses the soul-chasing life-snatching sword, even a martial artist at the top level will have a chance to seriously injure it, even a Beheading him, but now using it to deal with Duan Lingfeng, an infantile warrior, made him feel very aggrieved.

This soul-chasing sword is a small black sword. Once it is shot into Duan Lingfeng's body, it will turn into black air, corrode the wound, and then chase the soul. As long as it drags on for another hour or three quarters, the Da Luo Immortal will come , can't save this Ling Feng.

"Are all the disciples of Youming Mountain so despicable and shameless?" Zheng Yunfeng also felt the abnormality in his body. He tried various methods, but they couldn't stop the wound from worsening. Come on, this is very bad.

"Despicable, why are you so despicable, winners and losers, history books are written by the victors." The Nether Son sneered.

"If you want to blame it, blame you for not offending me, Youming Mountain. If you offend me, Youming Mountain, you can only die."

"Kill, kill him for me." Duan Lingfeng yelled, even if he died, he would have to pay his back immediately.Today, the Nether Son must die, only the death of the Nether Son can relieve the hatred in his heart, but he did not expect to be plotted against by this guy.

Under Duan Lingfeng's order, the four Qiongqi puppets went to kill the Nether Son.

And at this moment, the Holy Son of the Netherworld will naturally not confront this Qiongqi puppet head-on, because he knows that as long as Duan Lingfeng is killed by his soul-hunting sword, this Qiongqi puppet will become an ownerless thing. This poor puppet will become his spoils of war. What he has to do now is to delay the time. When Duan Lingfeng dies suddenly, it will be his harvest time.

When the four Qiongqi puppets were chasing and killing the Nether Son, Duan Lingfeng also discovered the abnormality in his body. If the black evil spirit was allowed to spread in his body, he would definitely be severely injured.

"This black evil spirit is exploding in my body like a maggot attached to the bone. I must find a way to expel this evil spirit." Duan Lingfeng saw that Qiongqi puppet chasing and killing the Nether Son , it won't be effective in a short time, his brows are unconsciously frowned.

"Would this evil power be afraid of the power of thunder?" Ling Feng tried to get rid of the black evil energy in his body with the power of flames, but he found that the effect was very slow, so slow that it was shockingly slow .He just wanted to use the power of thunder to try it out, because he had practiced Thunder God for Nine Heavens, and he believed that with the overbearing power of thunder, he would definitely be able to expel these evil forces.

As soon as Duan Lingfeng's voice fell, he had a thought, and immediately the power of thunder came out from the film and television space, like fried beans, crackling and exploding in his body, and immediately those black evil spirits burst into flames. The power of the thunder gathered towards the small black sword on the wound as if they had encountered a nemesis, because they felt the danger, the power of thunder could destroy them, if they didn't run away, they would only be destroyed.

"It works." Feeling the abnormality in his body, Duan Lingfeng was overjoyed. It was the soul-hunting sword of the Son of Nether, and it couldn't do anything to him.

In fact, how did Duan Lingfeng know that he has the strongest berserk upgrade system and these tricks of plotting against people, so he can't threaten him at all.

"This Nether Mountain is really not a good thing. To commemorate such an evil magic weapon, it must make a lot of filth and evil." Duan Lingfeng continued to use the power of thunder to silence the little black sword until it was as long as a cup of tea Only then did he purify the black evil power.

"Damn it, what's going on? My soul-chasing sword should be able to kill this Ling Feng. Why is this guy still alive like a dragon and a tiger?" The Holy Son of Nether was hunted down by a poor puppet. At this moment, he is scarred. Tired, all the brands in his hands have already been used, it didn't expect this, Qiongqi came back more and more courageously, not as he imagined, as long as Ling Feng was killed.

Then these Qiongqi puppets will not attack him. When he came back, he saw that Ling Feng had not been killed by his soul-hunting sword, and was still alive and well. This Qiongqi puppet was under the control of the other party. It is even more lively, brave and domineering.

"Thunderbolt."

Duan Lingfeng was filled with anger when he saw that Holy Son of the Netherworld appeared in his line of sight. There was a loud roar of thunder, and the Thunder Falling Technique from Nine Heavens was cast, and immediately a huge thunder ball was aimed at that The Nether Son hacked away.

"The power of thunder, damn it, how can you control the power of thunder?" Seeing the Thunder Falling Technique that fell out of thin air, the Nether Son suddenly changed color. He never dreamed that Ling Feng actually controlled the power of thunder.

Duan Lingfeng had mastered the power of thunder, so its soul-chasing sword could not threaten Duan Lingfeng. The previous deployment was all in vain. Instead, it fell into Duan Lingfeng's way and was severely injured by his Qiongqi puppet.Now he just wants to avoid it, even the Thunder Falling Technique can't do it. This Thunder Falling Technique has a deadly restraining power against his Nether Mountain skill.

"Go to hell."

Duan Lingfeng also didn't think that one of him could kill Son Nether after surgery.He used the Thunderbolt technique one after another, and with the power of thunder, smashed at the Nether Son.

All of a sudden, booming explosions continued to sound, and the power of thunder continued to fall on the top of the Nether Son, and the Qiongqi puppet also cooperated with Duan Lingfeng to launch a fierce offensive. After the sound of the force explosion, the Nether Son fell into a huge pit, and when the last thunder force fell, the Nether Son's body exploded.Then a cold system notification sounded in Duan Lingfeng's mind, reminding that Son Nether had been beheaded by Duan Lingfeng.

The generation of Holy Son of Youming Mountain, the Holy Son of Youming was bombarded and killed by Duan Lingfeng just like this.

(End of this chapter)