Lin Ming's face darkened, he put down his wine glass, looked coldly at Xing Yao and laughed, "Have you laughed enough?"
"Hey!" Xing Yao licked his lips, laughed yin twice, and his eyes turned cold, "On the second floor of Tongyao Tower, no one has dared to talk to me like that for several years."
"That's because you didn't go to the third floor. Why, my proposal is ridiculous?" Lin Ming looked at Xing Yao calmly, without any fear of Xing Yao's pressure.
Xing Yao sneered, and the evil spirit on his body became more and more intense, "You are really brave, I don't know whether to say you are brave or stupid, I have a hundred ways to get you out of the dark restaurant, I can't get to the training ground!"
"You can try." Lin Ming's voice was indifferent, showing no trace of fear.
"Hmph!" Xing Yao snorted coldly, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, killing Lin Ming in a place other than the Martial Arena is the best choice, the Tongyao Tower needs to gather a large number of young heroes, they are the source of wealth, If news of the ten-wing lord's murder of a top talent spread, who would dare to come
For the Holy Demon Continent, Tongyao Pagoda has always carried some mysterious colors. Many young people come here to practice, because of the strong source of evil spirit and a large amount of cultivation resources here, they do not know that they themselves are the best to water the source of evil spirit. good fertilizer.
Although the higher-ups of the Tongyao Pagoda hoped that all these young talents would die here, they did not dare to assassinate the young talents casually, otherwise one or two times would be fine, and if there were too many times, it would inevitably arouse deliberate suspicion.
Therefore, Lord Yaomo usually use their hawks and dogs to fight in the fighting arena, killing those enemies with great growth potential within the rules. As for Lord Yaomo himself, it is impossible to make a move. Letting those top young talents become ten-winged demons will not damage the reputation of Tongyao Pagoda.
This can be regarded as the bottom line of Tongyao Pagoda.
Therefore, some super sects with deep foundations, knowing the secrets of Tongyao Pagoda, will still send young heroes from their sects to Tongyao Pagoda to practice. As long as they are strong, they will not be afraid of being targeted. Taking a step back, even if the strength is not enough, leaving the Tongyao Tower after becoming the Eight-winged Yaomo is still a winner.
Of course Lin Ming didn't know about these things.
Xing Yao suddenly smiled, and the evil spirit on his body subsided, "Hey, do you want to end the winning streak of others, I will satisfy you!"
Lin Ming was silent. He was already prepared for the other party to refuse, but unexpectedly he agreed.
Xing Yao put down his wine glass, and said lightly: "Leave a sound transmission mark, I will notify you when it is your turn to appear."
Lin Ming left a sound transmission mark, stopped talking nonsense, got up and left.
After Lin Ming left, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of Xing Yao's mouth, and he took out a sound transmission talisman from Sumeru... Lin Ming left from the dark restaurant, returned to his training ground, took off his shirt, sat down On the stone bed, he began to meditate and breathe.
"This Xingyao has obvious killing intent towards me. On the second floor of Tongyao Tower, warriors ranked in the first echelon of strength can get the chance to end the winning streak, but I can't. Is it because I'm an entry-level fighter?" That's why Xing Yao has the intention to kill me? Or among the trolls I killed before, is Xing Yao's close friend?"
Lin Ming thought for a moment in his mind, and stopped thinking about it if he couldn't come up with any results. The soldiers came to cover them up. Lin Ming was not afraid of challenges at all.
He took out the battle formation board where the eight-layer Fatefall warriors fought against each other from the Sumeru Ring, adjusted his mind to a state of complete relaxation, input his true energy into the battle formation board, and all kinds of illusions appeared on the battle formation board.
The battlefield was a desert as far as the eye could see. At an altitude of several thousand feet, a man wearing a white robe stood in the air, holding a two-handed epee in his hand.
This man's temperament is very easy-going, with unruly long hair, he looks a bit lazy and cynical. If it wasn't because he was the only human being in the picture, Lin Ming really couldn't believe that he was the human strongman with eightfold fate. By.
"The last time I saw the phantom of the emperor-level fight, although I couldn't feel the aura in the phantom, I still felt terrified, but this time, watching this senior with eight layers of fate seemed to be watching an ordinary person, This back-to-basics state is shocking. And the age of the other party is only in his twenties or thirties. Although after his death, the lifespan of a warrior will be greatly extended, but being able to maintain such a young appearance also reflects from the side , he was very young when he stepped into the realm of fate, this senior is definitely the top existence among emperor-level talents."
The saint-level talent stopped and died.
Emperor-level young talents are qualified to aspire to the top of Shenhai. Of course, they are both Shenhai.
Lin Ming thought about this, and looked at the opponent of this humanoid man. There were two opponents, one was a troll, and the other was a dwarf, both of them were quasi-emperors.
"I didn't expect that there were two opponents. The trolls are powerful and good at close-up frontal attacks. The dwarfs have strong soul power and are good at long-range attacks. The combination of one far and one close is very difficult to deal with. I don't know this How will the seniors react."
Lin Ming waited and waited. At this moment, the quasi-emperor of the troll tribe moved first. He held a mountain-breaking axe. When he moved, the surging demonic energy was like a sudden collapse, and the surrounding space produced tiny cracks. space crack.
Although it was only a shadow of war, Lin Ming still felt the earth-shattering impact of this blow.
And the human-eighth-layer Fatefall expert just let out a wild laugh, charged straight forward with the epee in hand.
"Tough and tough?"
Lin Ming's eyes lit up. Humans and trolls basically win by speed. In terms of head-on collisions, human beings are far inferior to trolls.
But this senior, facing the troll's imposing blow, charged forward without hesitation.
The moment the heavy sword collided with the mountain axe, the light shone brightly, and there was no sound in the phantom floating image, but Lin Ming could imagine the horror of the colliding sound, even the clouds in the sky were washed away.
"The troll is back!"
Lin Ming watched helplessly as the troll was sent flying by the sword of the 8th-fold life-destroyed human expert, and spat out a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that the injury was serious.
And at this moment, the strong dwarf Zhundi was muttering something, his shriveled lips opened and closed, and then, purple curse marks spit out from the mouth of the dwarf Zhundi.
Seeing this scene, the senior human sneered, and then he stabbed out with a sword at a distance of a thousand feet. However, at this moment, an incredible scene happened. This sword seemed to completely ignore the distance of a thousand feet, and directly stabbed In front of the dwarf quasi-emperor, it felt like the space was squeezed together, and then pierced by the sword of the strong man!
There was a flash of light in Lin Ming's eyes, and he fixed his eyes on this sword. This terrifying artistic conception made his heart tremble!
The dwarf Zhundi looked terrified, and he wanted to dodge the sword, but the space around him tensed and shattered instantly, completely blocking his dodging route.
"puff!"
A sword pierces the heart!
With a twist of the long sword, a puddle of blood was drawn up, and the dwarf Zhundi was split in two.
"Dead?" Lin Ming was completely stunned. A master quasi-emperor died just like that!
The quasi-emperor of the troll clan also showed horror and shock, obviously he had never expected the strength of this human being to be so terrifying, he paused for a moment, then decisively turned and ran away.
But at this time, a scene that made people feel very unsuitable happened. The speed of the troll Zhundi seemed to slow down suddenly. In the mud, it was difficult to move forward.
But at this moment, the human senior chased after him, stabbing out with a sword!
A sword that seemed very slow, but it appeared in the back of the troll clan's quasi-emperor in an instant!
The troll quasi-emperor wanted to turn around to block, but his speed fell into the swamp of time, he couldn't get up at all, and finally was pierced through the heart from the back by the strong man.
Blood spurted, and the troll Emperor Zhun died on the spot.
Floating Shadow ends here!
Lin Ming heaved a sigh of relief, his heart was inexplicably shocked, the two quasi-emperors were killed with three swords!
The quasi-emperor of trolls and dwarves is far too different from Mingyue Yazhong. In addition, this senior is a genius who comprehends laws and is familiar with the unpredictable laws of time and space, so it leads to a one-sided battle. It's killing.
The human talent is not weak at all, but the test is too cruel, how many people can achieve the eighth level of life
However, the more difficult the test, the more excited Lin Ming was. He was not afraid of how cruel the test would be, he was afraid that he would not even have the chance to stand the test.
"In the last two swords of this senior human, there are profound mysteries. I don't know how much I can comprehend." Lin Ming was thinking like this, preparing to retreat and practice hard, but at this moment, a flash of fire flashed in front of his eyes. , a sound transmission symbol lit up.
Immediately afterwards, Xing Yao's voice sounded next to Lin Ming's ear, "Human boy, you are lucky. After five days, you will have a chance to make a phone call. A martial artist will win ten consecutive victories. If you are afraid of death, don't come here. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."
"So..." Lin Ming squeezed out the flame in his hand, and sneered, no matter what medicine the other party sold in his gourd, he would not care about it, as long as he had absolute strength, he would have nothing to be afraid of.
"Five days is just enough time for me to comprehend the battle array, and maybe there is still some time left to improve my cultivation." Thinking this way, Lin Ming put this matter on hold, and soon entered the ethereal martial intent, immersed in the law. I'm in the midst of comprehension.
And at this time, in a private room of the Darkness Restaurant, Xing Yao drank the thousand-year-old wine, smiled evilly and said to a dark-skinned man beside him: "Bloodman, I remember you are about to win seventy consecutive victories, Lin Ming, an idiot Thinking about ending the winning streak and earning killing points, I thought it would be more appropriate to let you play, hahahaha!"
"Brother, although this Lin Ming has a good talent, he is still an expert after all. You let me take the shot? I won't win consecutive games against him." Xue Man tore off a large piece of barbecue, and said dissatisfied .