"Are you fast or slow? Why conceal it! What secrets do you have?"
Jian Yao questioned, Luo Xingchen calmly said: "If the Demon Race were someone who only had talent but no brains like you, it would have been done for a long time.
My speed is controlled by me, so why not? "
Jian Yao stretched his hand into the ink red energy ball and drew out a sword with an ink-colored bead inlaid on the hilt. When he shook his hand, the sword leaped up and down like a mad snake.
Soft sword.
He waved his hand again, but the sword became straight and upright and never deformed.
This sword is both rigid and soft, and the ball of energy blends into it, and the sword is intentional, but its intentions are broken.
"This is ink blood. I used it to defeat the late stage of the Earth Element Realm! Your speed makes me unable to see through, but if you can break through my defenses, I will follow your last name!"
Luo Xingchen tried to fly over, waved his palm, and the Blood Demon Wheel faced the enemy head-on. His palm power blasted on the Blood Demon Wheel, and he saw a dazzling light. He was shocked and retreated, almost lying down. .
The palm just now was just an ordinary palm. He used 70% of his strength, physical strength, and immediately rebounded, as if his palm strength hit himself.
This feeling was quite sour and refreshing. His head was dumbfounded, his eardrums buzzed, and he was almost deaf.
The soreness of his limbs made him very awake.
Just a palm, his five internal organs seemed to have been slightly injured.
"Treasures, in this arena, can you use them at will?"
Luo Xingchen couldn't help looking at the demon old man hiding in the crowd. The rules of this arena didn't seem to be so strict.
"Hahaha..." Jian Yao looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had found the place. It was the spring breeze that was proud and energetic.
"Hmph, the Blood Demon Wheel, is one with my mind, and it protects the Lord very much. It can actively block it. It will recognize your power and speed, your glory, this is the end!"
Luo Xingchen's eyes were cold and severe, and he slowly got up, his face unchanged.
He bowed his head, quietly meditating, what kind of storm he was going to set off in the Demon Race Arena.
This was the tenth battle, and it had just begun. He did not use various martial arts.
This Blood Demon Wheel is a good thing, and maybe it will let him see the flawless dawn.
Therefore, he didn't want to end the battle so easily. In this battle, he used the Blood Demon Wheel to enhance his strength under the suppression of Ertidan.
Luo Xingchen closed his eyes and concentrated, and his palm gave birth to a wave of energy as heavy as Mount Tai, overflowing, and it was also condensed into an energy ball.
This set of legal decisions was passed to him by General Xue Hen and was named Jingshanzhang.
Shocking Mountain Palm, and his magical skill of stacking explosion, have the same effect. It can compress and condense the majestic air in the sea of Qi, and use a certain point in time to explode in a moment!
Jian Yao hid behind the Blood Demon Wheel, his expression cold, watching the change.
He didn't plan to do it now, and when the blood demon wheel exhausted Luo Xingchen's vitality, he would take advantage of the situation and behead it without any effort.
"Is this guy really only relying on physical strength?" Zi Ning frowned, staring curiously at Luo Xingchen's every move, seeing Luo Xingchen's palm, the luster, and looking from a distance, with consciousness, it seemed to be Can feel an earth-shattering power.
This is not a pure physical body, but comes from the mastery of Ling Jue.
Luo Xingchen's body moved, and in an instant, like a shadow of an arrow, shuttled away, his palm prints turned into huge mountain faults, showing an overwhelming aura, covering Jian Yao.
The blood demon wheel, originally only three feet, turned into nine feet in an instant, turning the wheel, the brilliance of the bloody setting sun, on the blood demon wheel, engraved with a line-Lord of all demons, the top of the demon world, the wheel will turn forever , The sea of blood continues!
It seems that this Blood Demon Wheel hides an unfathomable posture, with an extraordinary origin.
Luo Xingchen’s shocking palm, like a broken bamboo, hits the blood demon wheel, and the sound of dying is endless...
The next moment, the mountain was broken, and the body was like a kite. It flew hundreds of feet and smashed into this ring. The cracks in the stones were cracked and filled by some kind of texture, and they were stitched in an instant.
The arena of the hell arena, blessed by the ancient formation, is broken but not broken, and will never change.
Luo Xingchen coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood, got up from the ground, Jian Yao looked incredible!
The Blood Demon Wheel can bounce back the opponent's power. The stronger the power, the greater the backlash.
Luo Xingchen was already physically strong, and the power of this palm, reflected back, could actually shook himself, and the injury was not light.
Jian Yao's face was solemn, and he couldn't help thinking, what if he loses the Blood Demon Wheel and does not have a dragon scale armor body
Fortunately, Luo Xingchen's shot was too fierce, and he couldn't avoid it. In this way, he would save worry and effort, and by the way, he could gain quite a lot.
The rules of the hell arena and the challengers faced by the defenders can be selected internally or challenged by anyone on the scene.
As long as Jian Yao ends Luo Xingchen at this time, he will be rewarded with ten consecutive victories, a central imperial weapon, a two-thousand-year-old spiritual creature, a set of imperial-level magic decisions, and the richness of 100 million superb spirit crystals. Resources, practice in the future, get twice the result with half the effort.
Although this was somewhat unfair, it was entirely based on the opinions of the defenders. Unlike the internally selected fighters, Luo Xingchen could refuse the challenge halfway through the field. It was his willingness to take advantage of Jian Yao.
Jian Yao's gloomy face was very evil and cold, and his murderous intent appeared. He swept out afterimages, his pace was agile, and the flow was simple and complicated, which was dazzling.
"You have been injured, so I took back the Blood Demon Wheel and broke your rock body."
Jian Yao's words sounded very shameless, but this is the territory of the Demon Race, who would be fair to Luo Xingchen
Luo Xingchen was seriously injured, so he could only stand tremblingly on the spot, staring at Jian Yao's sword, like a raging wind horn, and the black clouds enveloped him, more like the color of blood.
This is ink blood!
The sword is shadowless, dripping water does not leak, the sword is like the wind, in a flash, the sword moves manually, this unstoppable sword stabs Luo Xingchen's body, the distance is not close.
Luo Xingchen closed his eyes and concentrated, and all the spectators held their breaths. Is this physical myth finally about to end the dream
The waveless look on his face is more like the look of death at home.
In the next moment, the sword gang transformed into sword Qi stayed on the thin layer of Luo Xingchen's chest, shining silver, like nine stars.
Jian Gang was shattered to pieces, drifting away in the wind, the golden light disappeared, Luo Xingchen did not move, this sword did not leave a deeper injury on Luo Xingchen's body.
Jian Yao's expression was stagnant, very uncomfortable.
"How is it possible! How can your physical body be so indestructible?"
Jian Yao roared sharply, and roared like a mad dragon, with a sharp voice.
Everyone has a different expression and a stiff face, as if to express something.
Zi Ning took a deep breath and solemnly said: "I saw it again! That's right, this is the scene! It turns out that he has a defensive skill!"
Just now everyone thought they were dazzled, but Luo Xingchen condensed the star domain and made it dissipate too fast, blinding their eyes.
"It has nothing to do with the physical body. What tests is the skillful control of this kind of spiritual art. Luo Nanshan is not a reckless man..."
Many people's faces were very bad. Before they ridiculed Luo Xingchen for not using martial arts and only knew brute force, now they were slapped heavily.
"Impossible! This sword of mine, in the battlefield of the holy demon, it is easy to face off against the mid-primary realm! What defense are you
Jian Yao is like a shrew, chasing her, hard to question.
Luo Xingchenyun calmly said: "Why do you need to say more? The long water flows, you might as well continue to control the Blood Demon Wheel, I like its power very much, it hurts me and makes me sober!"
Jian Yao gritted his teeth, silently, and pierced the second sword again. The increase of the six-fold spiritual seal, the increased power of the six totems, the magical totem, all over the sky, calling the wind and calling the rain, and the wind and thunder suddenly moved!
This sword is more powerful. In the middle of the Earth Element Realm, it can be killed instantly, and in the latter part of the Earth Element Realm, if you can't avoid his attack, it will be overwhelming.
Luo Xingchen clenched his fist and threw out his body like an arrow from the string, suddenly shot out, the fist wind swept away, abruptly slammed his fist into Jian Yao's radiant magic totem.
Both bodies were bounced away, and each flew to a corner of the circular ring. Jian Yao's body was almost about to fall, and he would lose.
Luo Xingchen, unscathed, landed on the ground steadily, his heels rubbing the ground, his body was like a breeze, standing with his hands behind him, standing still.
"Ahem..." Jian Yao slowly got up, embarrassed, his eyes trembled, unimaginable!
A simple and rude move, still with a fist, head-to-head, his kendo was invincible.
How else can he get on stage? Give up, or continue to entangle with the Blood Demon Wheel
His face was already swollen, and he continued to move his face over, wondering if he would be beaten by Luo Xingchen.
The little pride buried in my heart made Jian Yao disdain to do so.
He finally put down his posture, shook his head and sighed: "I lost. You are very strong. I still can't figure out your true strength. Maybe you are qualified to compete with Jianlan and the others. Today I lost! The future leader, Luo Nanshan, Terrible opponent, I will never forget!"
On the contrary, Luo Xingchen felt a little regretful. The power of the Blood Demon Wheel could make him realize that he wanted to make himself completely wounded and seek progress, but he could only stop here.
Luo Xingchen has already achieved ten consecutive victories.
Today’s battle is over. Everyone who has won ten consecutive victories, the Hell Arena, will give them a few days to recuperate. Whether to continue to challenge or not depends on their own will.
Luo Xingchen was approved to enter the Treasure Treasure Pavilion that comes with the Hell Arena, and choose a central imperial weapon of the demon clan, a spiritual relic, a set of imperial-level magic deeds, and reward 100 million superb spirit crystals for him to practice.
He didn't care about this kind of reward, he just picked it up and started brewing, and practiced seriously...
In this battle, there were many demons who were full of contempt for Luo Xingchen, put away the contempt from the bottom of their hearts, and remembered the name Luo Nanshan.
Some people still doubt whether Luo Xingchen can break 50 games in a row, and some people seem to have an extra expectation.
At the same time, the Demon King Capital, a vast palace with red walls and black pillars, is overwhelmingly devilish, slaughtering all souls, and the devil is the respect.
They may have been a group of rebellious people, but now, they have long drawn a line from the human race. They have their own Taoism and their own will. Here, it is called the Temple of Gods and Demons.
In the spacious living room, all kinds of items are neatly arranged and very spacious.
Qing Feng, with a delicate face, was playing chess with an unpredictable and domineering youth.
The chessboard was like a void. Their black and white chess pieces fell, and ripples appeared. They were both playing chess and gearing up. The two of them looked like masters and servants, but in fact, they were also competitors.
"Mozi Qin, a very interesting person has recently arrived in the capital of the Demon Emperor. Perhaps he can break the peace here and make the Demon Clan no longer proud."
Qing Feng spoke slowly and looked at the person in front of him. This person settled down steadily, holding a chance to win, and said indifferently: "What's your name? What skills do you have?"
"I don't know what his name is, but I dig around and have insight into some things.
Perhaps the sudden disappearance of Tianlin Demon had a lot to do with him. "
Qing Feng mentioned the sky, and the overbearing youth frowned, his expression a little unnatural.
He straightened up, stared at Qing Feng, and said solemnly: "Human?"
Qing Feng said indifferently: "You and I were both human races, and human races came here and there has been nothing good."
The overbearing young man said coldly: "Don't confuse me with you, my goal is to become the demon master of the ten squares of the spirit world! Dominating the world, I have long no longer attached to those pedantic people."
Qing Feng was noncommittal and sighed: "Oh... the battle between humans and demons must be divided into battles sooner or later. The collision of the two wills will surely suffocate the creatures. You will be loyal to the demons because of your ambition, and I will retreat. Retireable! My home is here! I won't go anywhere."
The overbearing young man bowed his head, thoughts full of thoughts. When he mentioned the word human, he couldn't help but think of that person, who made him feel guilty or guilty. I don’t know the latter, but now he has come to it by strength alone. Which step...