Bug Master In Doomsday

As soon as Liu Rufeng's words fell, Wang Mang's soul felt a sense of colic being cut by a sword. With this colic, Wang Mang's soul was gradually becoming fragile, and there were faint signs of collapse!

Wang Mang gritted his teeth, grabbed the hilt, and slammed out the bent long sword that pierced his abdomen, splashing a burst of scarlet blood on the ground.

As the sword was pulled out, the fist-sized wound in Wang Mang's abdomen stopped bleeding and scarred in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, it healed instantly as before, and there was no sign of the previous injury.

Although the wound healed, Wang Mang's complexion suddenly turned pale.

The colic of the soul is not severe, at least not comparable to the various punishments of Infernal Hell, but the ability of this colic to damage the soul is several times stronger than that of Infernal Hell. Only after a few seconds, Wang Mang's soul is like a lamp. An oil lamp blown by the breeze may be extinguished instantly if you are not careful!

"Mo Lan! Mo Lan! What's wrong with my soul! I'm so sleepy now!" Wang Mang felt that his spirit seemed to be fading rapidly, and gradually became weak and weak.

Mo Lan, who was lying on top of Ugly Tribulation’s head, also anxiously communicated through the souls of both parties, "Wang Mang, you must not sleep! You can never wake up as soon as you fall asleep!"

"This swordsman uses the sacrifice of his life as the guide, and the blood of the long sword is rapidly destroying your soul. You must hold on to it. When the pain fades away, there will be no life danger!"

"I know!" Wang Mang felt his eyelids heavier and heavier. I am afraid that as long as he has a slack thought, he will fall asleep and never get up again!

Wang Mang endured tiredness, approached Liu Rufeng’s broken body, and watched his handsome face full of determination to see death. There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. The murderous intent appeared in Wang Mang’s eyes, "Kill you, I'm afraid your life The last sword will be over!"

"No, I'm dead, and this kind of power will continue to torture you. If you can pass this level, I can say something like Liu Rufeng!"

Liu Rufeng grinned slightly, showing white teeth, as if making a silent mockery of Wang Mang!

"Then I want to kill you too!" Wang Mang felt his increasingly tired brain, and a murderous ruthless intent vacated in his heart. I am afraid that after a few moments, his will will be unable to hold on!

When Wang Mang's soul is fragile now, it is very difficult to even control his body's movements, let alone to kill people. "Ugly robbery, come on, kill this swordsman!"

Wang Mang beckoned at the ugly robbery behind him, then looked at Liu Rufeng's still gentle face, and said coldly: "I have broken through the hell, so how can I fall here today?! You are dead, me. I won!"

When Liu Rufeng reached the moment of life and death, he still nodded calmly, and praised with a gentle smile on his face: "Yes, you are right, but... the soul has nothing to do with the body, you are not detached from the soul, Today you will definitely die!"

"The sword of soul-slashing is not as simple as you think, it is mortal soul, hahaha!!"

Liu Rufeng suddenly laughed loudly, his face flushed back to light, and before the ugly robbery could do anything, he laughed and died!

"Fanhun? Fanhun?!" Wang Mang muttered a few words numbly, a drowning weakness in his head surged, as if the moment before the desperate coma, but the desperate still has a chance to come back. , Die here but nothing!