"Om..."
The moment Lu Xin pressed the sword holder's forehead, the huge mental power roared, almost tearing his entire body apart.
The huge and solid spiritual power is like a liquid that contains infinite power and is constantly flowing.
At the moment of touch, infinite power exploded.
Lu Xin even felt that the moment his palm touched it, the flesh was cut off, leaving only a bare bone, and then the bones were completely carbonized, and then shattered piece by piece. turned into ashes.
This is simply an untouchable existence.
Even just looking at it, it will be swept away by the entire mental framework, completely mad, let alone touching.
"To... me... kneel... down..."
But Lu Xin still gritted his teeth and tried his best to roar.
He seemed to hear that his voice was stretched infinitely, and some words were shouted and some words disappeared.
This should be because his body was completely impacted for a moment, his flesh and blood disappeared, and his vocal cords also disappeared.
It's hard to say whether this disappearance is real or fake. .
Because Lu Xin, who has reached the stage of fantasy kingdom, can distort everything around him and form a perfect fantasy.
Of course the swordsman can too.
At their level, the boundaries between real and unreal are already blurred.
But Lu Xin still shouted out this sentence completely.
Every time his body disappeared, it reappeared under his will.
Layers of flesh and blood kept being opened and closed, and his body turned into fly ash several times, and then condensed again.
In the end, he still knelt on one knee on the sword holder's forehead.
The left palm covered with black particles is still firmly pressing his forehead...
"click..."
Lu Xin's words represented his will, and he wanted the sword holder to kneel.
However, the spiritual core of the sword-wielder determined that it was impossible to bend his knees, and the two wills had the most direct confrontation.
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"Even if the spiritual core is found, is it too reluctant?"
Farther away, by the high wall of Qinggang, even the father could not help but let out a low growl, looking forward incomprehensibly.
This is the farthest distance between my father and Lu Xin.
Because even he couldn't get too close to the swordsman, let alone rush over to help.
In fact, almost all the family members were far away from Lu Xin at this moment.
Not only to protect Qinggang, but also to keep away from the crazy power of the sword holder.
The father saw Lu Xin fall from the sky, collided directly with the sword holder, and put his hand on the sword holder's forehead.
This seemed to remind him of something, and his body was shaking violently: "This is the new him..."
"Or... the original him?"
"… "
"Perhaps, there's not much difference here..."
And my mother was also watching that scene intently. After a long time, she sighed slightly and stretched out her hands.
One hand reached out to his father and the other to his sister.
Father immediately took a step back vigilantly and said, "What do you want to do?"
Mom smiled and nodded: "Don't you want to see what he looks like now?"
"I think!"
The younger sister looked at Lu Xin, and then at her mother, and with courage, she stretched out her hand and grabbed her mother's palm.
The father was still hesitating, but when he gritted his teeth, he also grabbed the palm of his mother.
As a result, the vision in front of them suddenly began to deconstruct layer by layer, as if the origin of the spiritual world began to change.
At this moment, their knees were slightly weak.
They saw Lu Xin, who was kneeling on one knee above the sword holder's head, and wanted to press it and let it fall down,
I also saw another different Lu Xin, lined up behind him, like a long dragon, extending to the unknown unknown place. Some of these Lu Xin passed between them, and some separated from them, extending to the more distant unknown.
Lu Xin became smaller and smaller, from an adult to a child at the end.
Eventually, the long dragon reached a palace with a damp and dark atmosphere and a huge shadow.
Extending to the deepest part of the palace, on that dark chair.
There, there was a shadow made of black particles all over his body, sitting there quietly.
The appearance of the shadow could not be seen clearly, but he could clearly see a dark ring above his head.
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"Wow..."
The father and the younger sister let go of their mother's palm at the same time, and even their bodies began to become indeterminate, as if they were about to disappear.
"So, did you see it?"
Mom raised her head slightly to look at Lu Xin, and at the same time explained to them softly, "There is only one."
"From beginning to end, there is only one."
"It's just that the same essence extends out of different lines, giving people the illusion that there are many."
"… "
The father and sister looked at each other, afraid to speak, and did not know what to say.
At the same time, the black particles in Lu Xin's eyes were already beating wildly. These black particles occupied his eyes, covered his left palm, and even began to appear on his body in large areas, forming layers of weirdness. texture.
Under this pattern, his body also became extremely stable and real.
At this moment, he finally felt that he had a substantial body.
It is the kind of body that can directly confront the power of the sword wielder without being annihilated layer by layer by its spiritual power.
So he also became a little excited in his heart, gritted his teeth, and pressed his left palm on the sword holder's head.
For the first time, he used all his strength to stimulate the power of black particles to the extreme...
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In the previous medical report, it has been proved that black particles can destroy almost all spiritual power.
Then, the black particles should also be able to destroy the swordsman.
"Buzzing..."
Lu Xin felt that between his left palm and the top of the sword holder's head, a dazzling spark burst out.
That is the destructive power of the black particles, which is constantly annihilating the power of the sword holder and breaking the rules of its body.
However, this speed is still too slow. Compared with the huge body of the sword holder, and the endless spiritual power surging within his body, he is like a mosquito, trying his best to suck blood. Drain the blood of the elephant...
Not only is he lacking in strength, but the sword holder is constantly trying to counterattack.
clap la la...
His huge body kept struggling, and every time he struggled, the white chains rattled for a while.
It can be seen that it represents the white chain of the man with the stick, and it has even been stretched and deformed by it, slender and nearly broken.
"Why doesn't it work?"
"Why not?"
Lu Xin felt the unparalleled power of the sword-wielding man, and suddenly an indescribable feeling of anger arose in his heart.
He suddenly had a strange emotion in his heart.
It seems that everything around is so weak and so fragile.
Including this swordsman who was already in madness.
Such a weak thing, actually have to die under his own hands
He doesn't respect himself at all!
It should be said that from the very beginning, when I faced the sword holder, I had this kind of emotion, a kind of instinctive disgust.
However, I am a cultivated college student, so I have been trying my best to restrain this disgust.
Even if the sword bearer is an enemy, it cannot be discriminated against too much.
Until this moment, a deep sense of disgust was surging in his heart, and Lu Xin also felt that the disguise was torn.
hum…
His eyes have become pitch black, not like eyes, but like passages.
It seems to communicate with a strange place, attracting a power hidden in a deep place.
"Kickkick..."
Lu Xin's neck suddenly made a strange noise.
That was a huge pressure on the top of the head, and I felt a little unbearable.
That enormous pressure was back, and it was clearer than ever.
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Since I was a child, I have always been burdened with something extremely heavy.
He couldn't breathe because of the pressure, and he could only struggle to breathe under this pressure.
Because he had carried it for so long, he was almost used to it, and as he grew older, he knew more and more people, and there were happy and relaxing moments in his life, which made him almost forget. I have been carrying this kind of thing all the time.
"Huh..."
The sound of heavy breathing sounded, and for the first time, Lu Xin felt the existence of this pressure very clearly.
Everywhere, nowhere to resist.
crackle crackle...
At the same time, Lu Xin suddenly discovered that the sword holder below was making a strange noise.
This made him stunned for a moment, and then he understood immediately, and he didn't know whether it was a surprise or a feeling for a while.
The pressure on myself is unprecedentedly clear.
And the swordsman has been held down by himself, so the pressure on himself is passed on to the swordsman through himself.
I'm used to this kind of pressure, and the swordsman obviously can't.
"Clap clap clap..."
A huge sound of shattering bones came from the sword-bearer's body.
The weight like a mountain was ruthlessly passed from Lu Xin to him.
The huge body of the sword bearer began to slowly lean forward. Under this huge force, his spine formed a strange arc, and the chaotic mental power burst out from time to time like a torn wire. Strings of weird sparks…
"Snapped… "
The next moment, his body suddenly swayed, and one leg stepped forward.
His body sank, and in a posture of kneeling on one knee, he straightened his head abruptly, bearing the pressure of Lu Xin again.
However, this is not enough.
Lu Xin was expressionless, and continued to press his palm down.
The huge power continued to descend, and the sword holder's head, which had just been raised, sank once again.
The huge pressure seemed to make it feel suffocated.
Spiritual power surged wildly, wanting to have a final battle with Lu Xin.
However, under that indescribable enormous pressure, it couldn't even do this kind of venting struggle. As soon as the mental power surged up, it was immediately overwhelmed by even stronger pressure, and it could only lower down. He shook his head, and his bones were split inch by inch.
"Huh..."
At the moment when the pressure was so great, it seemed that there was endless air passing through the huge chest of the sword holder.
The terrifying wind pressure made a dull roar, as if the swordsman sighed in despair.
The next moment, his body suddenly collapsed completely.
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The pieces were broken one by one, smashing heavily to the ground, and then the ground smashed and roared, and the sediment rose high.
His body, his armor, his bones, his flesh.
His spiritual power, and the laws that used these spiritual powers to construct his huge body.
At this moment, they were all crushed into pieces by unprecedented pressure.
The huge body of the sword bearer was crushed into pieces, and these pieces were crushed into dust.
His spiritual power, as well as the laws inside, were completely destroyed, forming a pure mental turbulence.
Unconsciously raised, like the thinnest and lightest fog, it was blown into the depths of the wilderness by the strong wind.
"Hahaha… "
In the depths of the mental turbulence, Lu Xin's looming laughter sounded.
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By the high wall in the distance, father and mother opened their eyes at the same time, and it felt as if the heart was in the throat.
"This... what happened?"
The father's voice was trembling, and he asked anxiously with a kind of uncertainty.
The mother watched quietly, a sad expression slowly emerged on her face, and after a while, she whispered:
"Just now, there was an ultimate who died."