These silver chips are clearly compressed by a high degree of divine power. No matter what they touch, they will explode violently. Li Fuchen's Jian Hai Wuya didn't last long before it collapsed. If it was replaced by someone else, it would be in the silver chip at the moment. Under the explosion, where there is a way to survive, it must be fried to pieces.
However, Li Fuchen still had a shattered body.
The Shattered Divine Body is very special. The original silver shavings explosion is extremely powerful, but when it encounters the Shattered Divine Body, it is like a dumb fire.
"Sure enough, my shattered divine body is not like divine body divine skills, but better than divine body divine skills."
Li Fuchen was clear in his heart.
Compared with the Immortal Fire God Body, his Shattered God Body is obviously stronger.
The undead Vulcan body is mainly reflected in the immortality, and the defense is still relatively fragile.
And his Shattered Divine Body, besides being able to destroy all attacks, its defense is also extremely strong.
The silver crumbs, which had been reduced by a hundred times their power, exploded. For Li Fuchen, it was no different from a string of firecrackers on his body. Although it hurts, it was not dangerous.
"Domain magic skills? God body magic skills?"
Mayfit frowned, and if the two were superimposed, it would offset his crushing silver dust.
"Look at me piercing through your divine body and magical skills, dreamy murderous intent!"
As Mayfit shouted, an illusory silver spear condensed above his head. The next moment, the silver spear turned into light and dust and dissipated. When it appeared again, the tip of the spear had touched Li Fuchen's body, and it was about to penetrate. pass.
boom!
The silver spear exploded, and Li Fuchen shook his body.
"impossible?"
Mayfit's face was ugly.
His magical skill is difficult to define from reality and imaginary, and according to the truth, it is indefensible.
"Awesome, you have to pick me up too." Li Fuchen couldn't be passively beaten down, the Tianyuan sword danced and pierced straight towards Mayfit.
Yin!
A clear sword chant sounded, and the sword shadow of thousands of swords bloomed with cold light, like a violent storm, pouring and sweeping toward Mayfit.
In the face of this extreme attack, Mephit did not dare to be careless, even more unwilling to attack with offense, and displayed the third magical skill, a magical skill for body protection.
锵锵锵锵锵...
Outside of Mayfitt, an illusory glowing door appeared, and thousands of sword shadows were cut on the door of light, splashing countless points of light.
Inferior body protection magical skill-the gate of light.
"Is this a mid-level god-level battle?" Zhao Feier was shocked at the sight of the valley being destroyed in the distance.
A rare magical skill in the eyes of ordinary people, in Mayfitt, he squeezed it at his fingertips, and no one knew how many magical skills he had mastered.
Although these magical skills are the lower-level magical skills.
In comparison, Li Fuchen was weaker on the scene, but he was not injured, and he was obviously emboldened.
No matter how violent Li Fuchen's swords were returned to the sect, the gate of light always stood there. This was not a gap in magical skills, but a gap in divine power.
With a sufficient supply of divine power, the Light Gate can guarantee its own stability.
"Actually, with more than a thousand divine power index, suppressed me." Mayfit changed color, Li Fuchen's magical skill was too strong, he had never seen a lower-level magical skill stronger than this one in Wasteland City. No, even outside of Wasteland City, he had never seen such a violent lower-level magical skill. If he hadn't seen others perform the middle-level magical skill, he knew that the true middle-level magical skill was much more terrifying, he would doubt Li. Floating dust used a mid-level magical skill.
No matter how fierce the Wan Jian returned to the sect, the sword might be exhausted.
It was this time that Mayfit waited, "Fantasy Murder· Infinite."
Mayfit has his own ambitions, and he has always been eager to upgrade his fantasy murderous magical skills to a median magical skill. Once he succeeds, in the entire Wasteland City, except for the lord Qianshi, no one will be his opponent.
Even if it is the city lord Qianshi, facing him with a mid-level magical skill, at most he can only rely on external forces to suppress him, and his pure strength is definitely not as good as him.
Of course, the premise is that he can succeed.
The brilliant light burst, and the illusory silver spear pierced Li Fuchen's divine body fiercely.
Unlike last time, although the silver spear exploded this time, it did not dissipate completely, but condensed again.
Time and time again, within a short period of time, the silver spear attacked Li Fuchen dozens of times. Even if Li Fuchen had a shattered divine body, he felt a little overwhelmed.
"It's worthy of being a middle-ranked god, if it wasn't for a shattered god body, I don't know how many times I have died."
Li Fuchen had a certain understanding of the middle god in his heart.
From the perspective of the divine power index, Mefit is not a strong mid-level god, but it is not an ordinary mid-level god. This kind of mid-level god is undoubtedly very common among the middle-level gods. As long as he is promoted to the middle-level god, he will practice penance. It can be achieved in a period of time.
But even so, the middle god is always the middle god, and it is not an easy task to fill the divine power gap between the two sides.
"It seems that only this trick can be used."
Li Fuchen brazenly launched the Sword Qi Returning to the Origin Divine Skill.
As soon as this sword was released, the situation changed color, and a fierce coercion firmly locked Mayfit.
"not good."
Mayfit subconsciously activated the magical skill of the Light Gate.
puff!
An ordinary sword shadow appeared out of thin air, a sword pierced through the gate of light and also pierced through Mayfit's divine body.
"Impossible, this is a mid-level magical skill."
Mayfit screamed.
The mid-level magical skill, the mighty power is earth-shaking, it is impossible for him to admit his mistakes.
Li Fuchen looked indifferent, and attacked Mayfit with another sword.
"escape."
Mayfit displayed the fourth magical skill, and also his last magical skill-the escape of light, and the whole person dissipated into countless points of light.
Puff!
The sword shadow flicked across the light spot, and Meffert's muffled hum was faintly heard.
Li Fuchen didn't chase it. It was easy to defeat a middle-ranked god. To kill a middle-ranked god, the difficulty increased more than ten times.
In the distance, Zhao Feier was naturally surprised to see Mayfit retreat.
The upper middle god was actually repelled by a lower god. If this were to be spread out, it would be amazing.
However, thinking that Li Fuchen could even create a mid-level god and defeat a mid-level god, it would not seem so exaggerated.
After all, it is more difficult to create a mid-level god than defeating a mid-level god.
"Which level does this Mayfit belong to among the nine middle gods of Wasteland City?" Li Fuchen asked Zhao Feier.
Zhao Feier said: "Probably the middle and lower level, better than him, there are at least six."
"In other words, the ranking is outside the top six." Li Fuchen nodded and said nothing.
…
Hundreds of miles away, the light and dust condensed into the figure of Mayfit.
"Damn it."
Mayfit's face was extremely ugly.
He never expected that he would lose to the opponent.
Now he is not thinking about how to avenge Anthony, but how to solve this trouble.
He didn't think that the other party would forget it.
And he didn't plan to just let it go.
"Long Kun, haven't you always wanted to know the location of the Treasure of the Mist? I can tell you." A cold look flashed across Mayfit's face.