Commanding Wind and Cloud

This fighting spirit soon descended on Newsta's body, causing new changes to his strong bloodline body. His brown fur was more radiant, as if he had been varnished, and his body swelled to a height of four meters. It was impossible to tell that this was a barbarian warrior, just like the legendary Beamon monster that had long since disappeared.

Tenth level fighting spirit! You only need to awaken again, and Newsta will definitely be able to advance to sainthood! It can be regarded as a top-level soul fighting barbarian warrior! This is why he is full of confidence in winning!

Boom! The clothes on Newsta's body had been completely exploded long ago, and the stones under his feet were also turned into powder under the push of his two thick thighs like palace stone pillars, and his body turned into a thick brown light.

boom!

The huge palm slapped at the position where the wind did not fight, and the tyrannical force directly slapped the ground on that side and collapsed. The stone under the palm was not broken, but powder, which turned into white powder in front of the tyrannical force, just like flour.

The shocking slap of the palm, before the smoke cleared, Newsta's huge body suddenly leaned forward, and fell heavily on the ground, making a muffled thud.

Fresh blood erupted from the back of Newsta's head, white... red! A brain erupted like a fountain, and the huge body was also rapidly shrinking, shrinking, shrinking... and soon turned into the corpse of a naked man.

died! After Nusta erupted with the strongest power, he just launched an attack and died!

Farak's palm, holding a piece of mutton, trembled before he could put it in his mouth, and his eyes, which had not yet faded, were instantly filled with surprise and doubt: "Soul domain? You have the power of soul domain without becoming a saint? Is it teleportation? Is this the trump card why you are so arrogant and tough?"

The few Beamon warriors behind Farak blinked hard to see the fallen Newsta. The battle just started and ended too quickly, and everyone didn't even have time to concentrate on watching the battle seriously. The battle that Newstar thought would be easy to win turned out to be the hard-working side. With just one blow, the top fighting spirit Beamon warrior Newsta was instantly killed!

"Let me get down? Just rely on you? Not enough qualifications."

In the smoke and dust, Duanfengbuer's lazy voice was full of disdain and sarcasm. As the smoke and dust dispersed little by little, people found that Duanfengbuer was still standing where he stood at first, but there was a deep mark of a Beamon's giant claw on the position under his feet.

clap clap...

Farak threw away the knife and fork for eating in his hand, and clapped his hands leisurely. The initial surprise and doubt have all been replaced by a smile: "It's beautiful, it's really beautiful. Instantly activate the power of the bloodline, display the power of the soul, appear behind Newsta, break the brain with a claw, and then turn off the power of the bloodline."

Only at this moment did the Beamon warriors understand what happened just now and how Newsta died.

"Hydra blood warrior..." Farak looked at Duanfeng Buer curiously: "Are you Panmeng?"

The vigilance in the eyes of several Bimon warriors suddenly increased by a million times, Pan Mengshen! Among the Hydra bloodline family, the number one powerhouse of the younger generation! The super talented blood warrior who is most likely to challenge the three ultimate blood family fighters!

Pan Dream God! These three words are not only very loud among the warriors of the Zhence Dynasty, even among the demons and barbarians, they are equally loud, and even louder.

After all, the three words Panmengshen have been piled up to this height by the blood and lives of countless demons.

"No." Duanfeng Buer chuckled: "But, I will surpass him and become a true legend among legends in the entire history of Hydra bloodline fighters!"

"No? What a pity." Farak sighed: "I thought what I saw was a legend of the younger generation of the Pan family. You said you wanted to become a legend among legends? This is a pity. If you hadn't killed my servant, maybe you would have a chance in the future, but now..."

Farak stood up slowly, and the eyes of several Beamon warriors suddenly looked at Farak who stood up with admiration. This is the pride of the barbarian warriors! He is the god of war in their minds!

soul domain!

The moment Farak got up, he told everyone in front of him why he had enough confidence to eat food leisurely before, even if his general was killed by raising his hand, he was still able to maintain a calm state and incomparable confidence.

The source of all this is that Farak also has a soul domain, an incomplete prototype of the soul domain! The tyrannical grudge is even more powerful than any semi-saint powerhouse that Qian Jin has ever seen, and it is infinitely close to the real saint powerhouse!

more important! Farak's palm is covered with a glove made of metal, holy weapon! That is a real holy artifact! It is precisely because of the existence of this holy artifact that his vindictiveness is infinitely close to being holy.

Sacred artifacts have always been able to stimulate the fighting spirit in a fighter!

Among the young generation of human demons, Farak believes that he is the strongest who is closest to becoming a saint!

It was precisely because of this holy artifact that Farak accidentally got his own incomplete soul domain without being sanctified, and became the number one strongest among the confident sanctified strong.

Farak's bloodline and battle body are also Beamon, but his fur is not inferior brown, but silver white! Learn the same silvery white! The fur itself seems to be a light source, which makes people feel like they can't open their eyes.

"My prince's servant said, if you want you to lie down, how can you still stand." Farak casually raised his palm and slapped the air, and the air was immediately smashed into a palm-shaped airflow visible to the naked eye, and appeared in front of Duanfengbuer with the unique rumbling sound of air.

Not far behind Duan Feng Bu Er is Mu Na Zhen Ce. If he moves and dodges in an instant, the sixth prince behind him will definitely become a meatloaf.

In a split second, Duanfengbuer decided to use his body to resist, and the moment the bloody battle body started, enthusiasm appeared in front of him.

The Fengyun golden body and the special body protection fighting skills of the shield in his body improved at the same time at this moment, the shield composed of fighting spirit directly covered the vigorous fist, and rushed forward against the flying palm pressure.

The transparent jade-like palm pressed against the airflow of the fist's shield fighting skill, which naturally caused the airflow to explode and fly randomly. The grass, soil and small stones on the ground also flew into the air, forcing Mu Nazhence to take a few steps back before standing still.

This is motivation? Mu Nazhence's mind was completely blank for a moment. Although Farak didn't exert all the power with his palm, the power of that palm just now was really infinitely close to that of a holy powerhouse.

Infinitely close! As a prince, Mu Nazhence has naturally seen a saintly strong man, and even seen the actions of a holy strong man. He is very aware of the power of a holy strong man, but it is the first time he has seen the strength of a holy strong man so infinitely close to it.

Half holy? Mu Nazhence felt that this word could already describe the Prince Bimon in front of him, and only the second saint could describe his state, second only to the strong man who became a holy man!

Holding the holy artifact, Farak took this step and immediately surpassed the steps of countless young warriors, becoming the key powerhouse closest to becoming a saint.

"Huh? You..." Farak looked at the shattered palm pressure, and put his final doubts on the energetic body. A few months ago, the person who had no soul fighting outside the Great Wall, that ordinary fighter who was still a small character at that time, could now confront his own palm pressure using a sacred weapon?

Although palm pressure is still very different from a real palm, but...how is this possible?

Farak really wanted to blurt out this sentence that had become a fact, but forced the very low-level sentence back into his throat.

It has become a fact, how is it possible to ask again? This doesn't make any sense anymore! Farak reassessed his motivation. If the person in front of him who took over his palm was a blood warrior, then it would be reasonable. After all, for a blood warrior, as long as he continuously activated the blood power in a few months, it would be enough to be tyrannical.

However, the person in front of him blocking the palm pressure is an ordinary soldier! A few months ago, ordinary fighters who didn't even have a fighting spirit, such a fact makes people want to ask, how is this possible?

Farak nodded frequently: "It's interesting, it's really interesting. Motivation, you are much better than the prince imagined! It is also for this reason, now you must either become the servant of the prince, or you must die!"

His eyes were focused on the metal sacred glove on Farak's palm, the sacred is the sacred! The power it can erupt makes Prince Behemoth infinitely close to the strength of a saintly powerhouse. If it was the previous self, it would be really difficult to deal with the attack just now.

Now? Without retreating, he took a step forward: "I'm not interested in being your servant! But since you want to kill me, then I won't be hypocritical with you. I like this sacred artifact in your hand very much. I'm going to grab it today!"

"Snatch the prince's sacred artifact?" Farak smiled with a kind of contempt for listening to a joke, and also walked over to Qi Jin: "Whoever offends the prince, die!"

Farak's big hand clenched tightly, his five fingers hit the metal of the holy vessel with a crisp sound, and a fist the size of a wine jar fell directly on his head, covering his vigorous body.

Take full advantage!

Farak's combat experience is incomparably rich, and he has made full use of all the advantages of the sacred weapon itself. Relying on the super hard side of the sacred weapon to hit the drive, there is no so-called useless support.

Zheng! The saber in Qian Jin's hand made a clang on the battlefield, and the three souls who had reached their peak early and could enter the body of the fighting soul were forced into the body under the fighting skills of the super virtual soul.

What is the concept of fighting the soul into the body three times? What is the concept of the super virtual soul's fighting skills that make the fighting soul enter the body three times? It's not sanctification, it's better than sanctification!