Chapter 1486 He was injured again

   There are more than ten divine ranks, in the eyes of Bei Tinghuang at this time, they are like Chinese cabbage. Without the defense of beast souls, their physical strength really makes people wonder how strong they will be.

  Be the first to strike first!

   "Fight!"

   Without waiting for Beitinghuang to make any preparations, Ming Su's voice was bold and cold, and he rushed towards Beitinghuang first, and more than ten gods behind him also gathered towards Beitinghuang like locusts.

The soft sword was as straight as a javelin, and Bei Tinghuang's toes were a little bit in the air, and Feng Ying's nimble body skills were displayed, making him as fast as lightning, and quickly flashed out of the encirclement, the soft sword in his hand pointed towards Ming The top of Su's head was slammed down hard.

  Ming Su and his subordinates only saw a blur in front of them, and an afterimage flashed by, and Bei Tinghuang disappeared. Until a gust of wind broke through the air, Ming Su instinctively raised the scepter in his hand and swung it towards his head, barely able to block Bei Tinghuang's soft sword. The judgment scepter in his hand almost slipped from his hand.

  Bei Tinghuang failed to make a single blow, her body flashed, and she quickly withdrew, landing in the air far away, looking at the opponent's camp.

  Ming Su lowered his head and looked at his wrist, bright red blood dripped from Bai Su's hand, and the smell of blood drove Ming Su almost crazy.

  He was actually injured again, only one move, just one move with this brat, and he was actually injured!

   Slowly raised his head, at this moment, Ming Su's face was more than ugly. His originally somewhat feminine face was now as white as paper, and his seductive eyes were flushed red with anger, making him look like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Especially when he saw the icy smile on the corners of Bei Tinghuang's lips, as if mocking him, Ming Su couldn't bear it anymore, surged all the divine power in his body, took the lead, raised the judgment scepter in his hand, With Bei Tinghuang bombarding the past again.

  Bei Tinghuang's figure is low, like a cheetah, with a pair of golden pupils like metal, cold and ruthless. He raised the soft sword in his hand and slashed fiercely at the person closest to him who was about to perform a god-level spiritual skill. Suddenly, the person's head exploded, and he fell to the ground like a lost puppet. .

  This scene made Ming Su's subordinates, men and women who were thinking about mineral veins or Ming Su's body, instantly calm down, and the passion that was not afraid of death also instantly dissipated.

   Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bei Tinghuang jumped up again, like a Kunpeng, raised the soft sword in her hand and slashed towards Ming Su. There are no tricks, just the simplest slashing, the most primitive force confrontation, and the most brutal fighting mode.

   Bang!

   There was a sound of cold metal colliding, and a burst of fire burst out. On the soft sword, the power of thunder and lightning, taking advantage of the short time when the soft sword collided with the judgment scepter, had already rushed into the judgment scepter. The silver lightning, like a tiny silver snake, crawled along Ming Su's wrist and penetrated into his meridians.

  The soft sword and the judgment scepter split apart at the touch of a touch, but Ming Su's body fell three feet down hard. The distance of three feet made him and Bei Tinghuang compete in strength, and it was up to each other!

  Bei Tinghuang's body is so fast that it cannot be described in words. When he turned over, the soft sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, and whipped Ming Su's waist fiercely.

  (end of this chapter)