"Humans, some humans came to die."
"Haha, another one is here to die. It's just one step forward."
"Kill him, roast him and eat it."
Seeing Xia Ping appearing in this place, many demons were alarmed.
They exude a terrible killing intent, and their eyes are full of playful abuse, because some humans and monsters tried to break out before, but they all died and became food in their belly.
"Humanity!"
A demon boss stood up and looked at Xia Ping with a fierce look: "I will give you two choices, one is suicide, so that you can avoid the suffering of flesh and blood and don't need to be severely tortured."
"The second is the stubborn resistance. We will kill you personally. At that time, you will be tortured to death."
"There are only two choices, you can choose one."
It is very overbearing and arrogant, giving Xia Ping two choices, but no matter which one is a dead end!
The eyes of the other demons were very arrogant, and they all felt that this was a matter of course.
"Choose a fart, who do you think you are, give me two choices, why don't you die!" Xia Ping's eyes showed a hint of chill, and he immediately shot this group of demons without talking nonsense.
Treasure dementor bell!
In an instant, he took out this treasure, and the qi on his body was madly infused, and a few breaths stimulated the deepest strength of this treasure.
Jingling bell~~ Jingling bell~~
With this dementing bell as the center, an area of several hundred meters in a radius was immediately covered by bursts of strange sounds, and tyrannical and strange spiritual fluctuations enveloped this place.
This group of demons caught off guard and was slapped all of a sudden.
They felt that their souls seemed to be hit hard by a huge hammer, making them dizzy and losing their consciousness in a flash.
"Go to hell!"
Xia Ping held the Yanlong Divine Sword in his right hand and slashed towards these demons with a single sword.
The first style of the four seasons swordsmanship-the rainy spring!
From this Yanlong Divine Sword, sword auras burst out immediately, these sword auras condensed into substance, turned into the size of rain, and fell from the air.
But these sword qi rain silks are not ordinary sword qi, they are extremely tough, like cowhide, and at the same time indestructible, capable of cutting steel.
Even these sword auras contained the power of flames, showing a deep red color, and the entire air seemed to be burned by such flames, crackling, and the temperature rising sharply.
The rain at this time was not ordinary rain, but rain of sword energy and rain of flames.
Suddenly, countless flame sword aura burst out, bombarding these demons.
Bang bang bang! ! !
Heads of demons were hit by these sword auras, and their entire body was cut into countless pieces. The head, hands, feet, etc. were all easily cut out, flying out in all directions, and blood poured on the ground.
Even these sword auras have terrible flame power, they are contaminated with these demons, as if they have encountered gas, they will be ignited immediately.
The entire body of these demons turned into a huge torch and burned wildly.
"No no no!!!"
The demons screamed sternly, and when they regained their sober consciousness, they found that they had been chopped into more than a dozen pieces by Xia Ping's sword, and they were powerless to return to the sky.
The severe pain spread throughout the body, and every nerve seemed to tingle, but they didn't have the strength to resist at all, they could only scream and pain again and again.
After a few breaths, hundreds of demons were beheaded.
And the boss of the evil demon was the most miserable. It was attacked by Xia Ping's key points, and dozens of sword auras attacked it. He immediately dismantled it, even unable to make a scream.
Maybe when it died, it didn't know how it died.
The Yanlong Divine Sword, the Four Seasons swordsmanship, coupled with the peak strength of Xia Ping's martial artist, and the power of qi, when these things add up, the majesty of the grandmaster erupts in an instant, sweeping all enemies.
"Treasure weapon, this human being has a treasure weapon."
"So what if we have treasures, we are so many, and they are all piled up to death."
"Damn humans, go together and kill him."
The surrounding demons were staring at them, and they were all angry. When they saw this human being, they killed so many of their companions in an instant. They were all very angry, and they wanted to cut Xia Ping into countless pieces.
"Stupid, demons like you, I don't know how many you have killed, and want to kill me? It's a joke, a hundred zeros add up to zero!"
Xia Ping sneered, he resorted to the second sword, tried his best, didn't intend to keep his hands at all, he wanted to make a quick fight, leave the cemetery of the sky demon, obtain the white spirit ginseng fruit, and be promoted to the master.
So, where does he have time to mess around with these demons here
The third style of the four seasons swordsmanship-autumn wind!
This style is the most dignified sword move of the Four Seasons swordsmanship. It exists for killing, and every sword contains deadly murderous intent.
With a single sword, Xia Ping's horrible killing intent was enveloped in a radius of thousands of meters.
It seems that at this moment, autumn is coming, the autumn wind is dazzling, everything is in the air, and the withered leaves are withering. Any life will face withering at this moment, just like the dusk of the gods.
Whoosh whoosh! !
Flames and sword aura burst out, but such flames were not violent or destructive, but exuded a trace of coldness, extreme coldness, and icy cold.
The flames of the world are not always hot, burning everything, but also freezing everything. It contains the killing intent of autumn, like a cold flame of bone spirit, a death flame born from the depths of a yellow spring.
Although this is not the real flame of death, it is only a rudimentary form, but it is enough to make life fearful.
Bang bang bang! ! !
Heads of demons were flying in the air, and they couldn't even react, and wisps of flames swept across, and the sword aura was like silk, cutting toward their necks.
With a chuckle, a bloodshot appeared on the neck, and the whole head fell to the ground like this, and the incision was smooth.
Their eyes were stunned, and they didn't seem to expect that they would die like this.
Just as soon as the breeze passed, they found their heads moved, and they didn't even know how they died.
Suddenly, after a few breaths, Xia Ping went down with a few swords, and thousands of demons were beheaded, like dumplings, falling from the mid-air, roaring.
"This human being is a monster!"
Rao is this group of demons who are not afraid of death. At this moment, they are also shocked by Xia Ping's ferocity. They did not step forward to kill Xia Ping at all, but went up to die one by one.
If bravery can kill the enemy, they are naturally not afraid. The problem is that bravery only goes to death. They queue up for shooting, and they hesitate to do so. Does it work
"good chance!"
Xia Ping suddenly saw that the group of demons in front of him was shocked, and a gap was cleared in the middle. He acted immediately, unleashing Kun Peng steps, and rushed out towards this place.