It was clear that there was an opponent in front of him, but Fang Xing, like a ferocious beast, rushed into the queue of God Race creatures to fight, surrounded by hundreds of God Race creatures, all of them with terrifying aura, formed a queue, and were waving iron swords. The spear bone knife came from all around, and killed all the human creatures in the field, whether they served them or refused to submit to them, and in front of the god creatures, unless they were the Nascent Soul, Otherwise, there will be almost no generals. This kind of creatures are indeed qualified to call themselves "gods". At least in terms of strength, their starting point is higher than that of human monks, and they can fight Nascent Souls from birth!
It's like a tiger doesn't need to practice, it just needs to grow up, and it can kill mortals!
This is an advantage in blood, which makes people mad and resentful, but there is nothing they can do!
He has worked hard for tens of hundreds of years, but he is still no match for an ordinary god creature who has grown up. That kind of taste can only be tasted by a practitioner before he dies. Practicing is to cultivate an extraordinary and free from vulgarity. , but in front of others, I was slaughtered like a lamb. That feeling, that feeling, cannot be explained clearly in a few words...
But at this time, after Fang Xing made a move, the situation in the field turned around!
Fang Xing, who performed the "Massacre Divine Technique", seemed to be transformed into a ferocious beast, rushing towards the protoss creatures that formed a queue with endless fierce wind, transformed into three heads and six arms, full of demonic energy, and six arms grew When he came out, he held a broad and long magic sword in one hand, and a crystal clear mirror of heaven and man in the other hand. The other hands were not idle, and he grabbed a few iron spears and bone knives, and the six arms waved When I got up, it was like a big windmill, rumbling over from the crowd...
miserable!
In front of him, there were almost no generals of the god race creatures. Their heads were cut off by the magic sword, cut in half by bone knives, or pierced by iron spears. Like candied haws, waving his arms helplessly...
This is not a fight at all, but a massacre!
It's as if adults with all kinds of weapons rushed into the group of young children, harvesting their lives frantically!
"Demon Dare!"
Guimu, the second young master of the Luoshen Clan, looked terrified at this moment. Seeing his clansman being chopped melons and vegetables and killed dozens of people in an instant, no matter how indifferent his temperament was, he couldn't bear it anymore, and his eyes almost turned into black eyes. Blood red, screaming loudly and rushing over, raised his claws, suddenly transformed into a series of gray bone chains, interweaving into a net in the air, circling towards Fang Xing!
"Hahahaha, do you feel bad?"
Fang Xing laughed wildly at this moment, shaking his six arms, he ignored the bone chain twisted by the other party, and plunged into the god race creature, blocking the bone chain with his body, while still swirling his six arms, With a sword, he knocked over two god race creatures standing in front of him, raised his foot and crushed one, and even picked up a few ghost trees and threw them towards the back.
"Shameless!"
Guimu was in a hurry, so he could only wave the bone chain lightly to catch up those fellow clansmen, his eyes turned red with anger!
What Fang Xing is doing now is simply to make him cast a trap. The devil rushed into his family and killed people. Fighting with him head-on, but relying on the blocking of the gods to avoid his attacks, this method has almost no solution. The only way is to let your clansmen disperse quickly, so as to leave enough space for them to attack. I wrestled with the devil, but the problem is that once they disperse, the devil will be given a chance to escape. The Luoshen tribe is not the Lightning tribe, and they don't have the speed that is so arrogant...
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Slaughtering the creatures of the Protoss is like mowing grass. In less than half a cup of tea time, Fang Xing has harvested countless lives!
This fierce power, this devilish energy, not only made Guimu furious, but also shocked all the human monks around him...
devil...
As expected of a devil...
Killing people like nothing, killing gods like exterminating ants!
The tragic scene of the living beings disappearing one by one before his eyes, went straight to the heart and almost made people dizzy.
"What's wrong with him?... This is simply, this is simply obsessed..."
Elder Hu Jun and Dao Wufang are still doing their own thing at this time. They are both extraordinary in cultivation, and their identities are not the same as others. After the God Race creatures started killing, they hid aside, neither stepped forward to help , and were not targeted by the gods. Before seeing the disciples of the Xianbao Alliance and Baidi City being slaughtered by the gods, they only felt infinite sadness and a little indignation, but at this time they saw Fang Xing massacring the gods. I felt a burst of panic directly from the bottom of my heart, fear from the bottom of my heart!
Because compared to Fang Xing's killing methods, the creatures of the Protoss are so gentle to the extreme!
"Hehe, if the protoss slaughtered my human race, why don't you allow the little devil to fight back?"
Dao Wufang's eyes were bright at this time, and his expression was a little excited. Hearing what Elder Hu Jun said, he couldn't help but sneered and refuted.
"I mean his method, don't you see it?"
Elder Hu Jun said in a low voice, with a hint of panic in his eyes.
"Um?"
Dao Wufang was also slightly taken aback, restrained his mind, looked carefully, and soon discovered the clue, Fang Xing had turned into a three-headed and six-armed figure at this time, rushing into the gods to slaughter wantonly, it seemed that it was just a simple matter However, if you look closely, you will find that every time he reaps a life, there is a faint black line drawn from the remains of the god race creature, and it wraps around the magic sword in his Dharma Xiang's hand, causing That magic sword is more solid, its edge is sharper, and its power is increasing every minute...
And his dharma appearance, after splashing the blood of countless god race creatures, his breath became more and more terrifying, and the billowing black smoke around him seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. Floating like a long black cloak behind...
"He is practicing!"
Dao Wufang blurted out, his expression became extremely solemn at this moment.
"That's right, he is practicing, using the lives of the gods to cultivate the means of magic..."
Elder Hu Jun's expression was regretful and sympathetic: "When did you become a demon... Although this method can quickly improve your strength, it will suffer backlash sooner or later, especially if he kills so much and is contaminated If you are full of grievances, if you don’t handle one of them well, you will be like Master Tu Ling of Lingshan Temple, who will be punished by your grievances and destroy your karma for a lifetime..."
"No... not just magic..."
Amid Elder Hu Jun's sighs, Dao Wufang stared at Fang Xing with squinted eyes, and after a long time, he suddenly let out a low drink.
Elder Hu Jun was also slightly startled, followed his gaze, and soon his gaze fell on the burning flame above Fang Xing's head. The flame was very strange, burning invisible, releasing A terrifying force field emerged, making Fang Xing's strength stronger and stronger, and every time Fang Xing killed, the flames would become more vigorous, obviously also through the lives of countless god race creatures Passing away and increasing strength, but the aura is indescribably upright, holy and pure...
"It doesn't make sense, why the more he kills, the more powerful his aura... It's like... It's like..."
Elder Hu Jun also saw something was wrong, and murmured, but couldn't think of a suitable adjective.
"Like a saint, every gesture represents the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth..."
Dao Wufang said in a low voice, ecstasy already bloomed in his eyes.
Elder Hujun understood what he meant, and couldn't help but gasped: "He is..."
"Using magic methods to practice the law of a saint!"
Dao Wufang's voice seemed to contain endless ecstasy, the fat on his face trembled like waves.
"this… "
Elder Hu Jun was frightened by his bold statement, and looked at Fang Xing in shock: "... will this work?"
"It works..."
At this time, Fang Xing was also full of ecstasy, almost shouting wildly.
He is rushing to kill among the god race creatures, strangling all the god race creatures he sees in front of him with a violent force. It looks very easy, but in fact the god race creatures are not real Chinese cabbage, each of them has impressive strength, and there is even more power behind them. A powerful ghost tree chased after him like crazy, and his heart was always tense, but as more and more god creatures were killed, the thoughts in his heart were gradually verified, but he couldn't help it. You have to shout loudly, the only way to vent your excitement!
"The method left to me by that old bastard Mozu before he fell asleep is correct. To practice the sage method of Fuyao Palace, you don't necessarily have to use their secret method to practice. You can also vent the slant of the sword through killing. The backlash that came..."
After this massacre of the god race creatures, it was as if a piece of window paper had been pierced, and his heart suddenly became brighter. On the road of cultivation, no matter the chaotic and clueless thoughts, at this time, like hundreds of thousands of streams flowing into him. After stepping into the sea, a kind of enlightenment emerged from his heart, like a red sun, jumping out of the sea of clouds in front of his avenue: "There are thousands of spells, and the avenues are connected. It turns out that many of the spells I practiced before contain more The most profound truth, it’s just that my realm was not enough at that time, and I couldn’t comprehend it through!”
"Genbo taught me the great art of killing life, what kills is life, and what is refined is the heart; the ancestor of the demon passed on my great art of sword and demon, using killing to enter the Tao, slaughtering thousands of people, and casting it into a sharp sword; the saint of Fuyao Palace Although the practice is based on killing to establish the way, it is based on stopping chaos... These great arts and principles are actually very profound. Building a foundation with techniques, cultivating with sword demon skills, and cultivating one's mind with the method of saints, this is just the way to refine my way of killing!"
"This is my massacre divine method!"
At the end, Fang Xing couldn't help shouting loudly: "The more gods slaughtered, the stronger the power, there will be no end..."
"From then on, I will be the stone for sharpening swords among the three thousand protoss!"