"Retreat!"
The old man in the Ten Tribulation Realm glanced at Jian Lan and shouted coldly.
Jian Lan gritted his teeth, fleeing tens of thousands of feet with the flying secret treasure, afraid to get closer.
Slaughter the sky sword formation, the sword shadow is pouring down like a torrential rain, and there are countless hundreds of millions.
Luo Xingchen closed his eyes and concentrated, and his body became a mansion and a huge palace. This palace, formed by the power of stars, merged with him. The sword energy flew by and hit the walls of the palace. It was nothing but lost. Effect.
"One Thousand Swords!"
In the eyes of the array, a Sword Demon clan shouted loudly and violently, and everyone's hearts and minds formed a vein and condensed into a huge sword of tens of thousands of feet. This sword crushed the ten thousand artistic realm.
Luo Xingchen finally drew out the sword, the scabbard was like a flower, splashing to the ground.
"Gather strength, kill soul."
He downplayed and spoke the four-character mantra lightly, like a sword.
He raised his head and looked up at the starry sky. The moonlit night was clear, and the clouds were scattered before him.
Hongyun was cut off by a torrent of will, and the sunlight that made the demons hate gushing out.
The space around him is so transparent.
This is the field of stars, the five elements of sword intent, the integration of absurdity, the source of all things, and the way of collision and destruction.
Two extremely opposite powers, intertwined, wind and thunder, strong wind, and violent thunder, the power he can summon, eclectic, merged into this sword, and the sword body was as bright as daylight.
"Swish swish..."
Luo Xingchen flew and flew, spinning on the spot, spinning dozens of times, the sword gang turned into a circular arc, destroying the armor of six hundred soldiers, tearing their bodies to pieces, and strangling their souls.
In an instant, six hundred people, the realm of the earth and the realm of heaven and human, disappeared in ashes.
From beginning to end, just a few breaths.
Luo Xingchen took the sword indifferently and landed steadily.
About one hundred thousand meters away, Jian Lan stepped on the imperial city and saw this horrifying scene, his chest was clogged, and his face was as white as paper and dust.
His body couldn't help but began to tremble, as if witnessing a peerless god-killer descending from the sky.
One sword broke through the Slaying Heaven Sword Formation.
This shows that he has the strength to easily slay the powerhouse of Ten Thousand Artistic Realms.
In the early days of the Earth Element Realm, kill all the artistic realms!
Six hundred people were buried in the deserted street, with no bones left.
"No... I'm dreaming? It's not true... Hiss—not true!"
Jian Lan hit her chest with a fist, her eyes were red blood, and her breath was like a beast and ferocious spirit.
Luo Xingchen looked at him from a distance, blew his whistle, stretched out a finger, the light from the fingertips condensed, and burst out, the extreme penetrating through the clouds, leaving a mark that lasted for a long time.
"Shit..."
A hole appeared on Jian Lan's forehead, and his body tremblingly fell off the red wall and fell to the ground, shattering a slab of stone.
His eyes couldn't be closed for a long time.
In the Demon Abyss, an evildoer of the Sword Demon Clan, with an imperial bloodline, was killed by Luo Xingchen in one blow.
He held the Central Emperor Weapon in his hand, but he didn't even have the qualifications to fight Luo Xingchen.
He fell, and the brigade was destroyed.
The only remaining old man looked at the river of blood in a panic. The blood gurgled and evaporated and dried up.
Everything is like a dream.
Just now he clearly thought that Jian Lan was so far away that he should be fine.
However, one hundred thousand zhang, Luo Xingchen broke out such a long-range attack with a single finger, even with arrows, it is impossible to have such explosive power.
Damn it! Damn it—
"Luo Xingchen—Kill me the genius of the Sword Demon Race! The old man fights with you!"
The old man in the ten-tribulation realm, originally and Luo Xingchen’s martial art realm was like a gap, and the world was far apart, but he had no confidence, only a roar, and summoned an imperial weapon to kill Luo Xingchen, the demon blood was like a cloud, and even more so. The hurricane, the hurricane, tears the rock.
"Boom boom boom..."
The corner of Luo Xingchen's mouth rose, his momentum suddenly like a sesame blossom, rising step by step, rising to the middle of the earth element state, the latter period of the earth element state, the peak of the earth element state, the earth element state is complete, the quasi heaven and human state!
The stars in the distance, with infinite starlight, rushed to Vulture's body quickly, filling the sea of air that exploded and widened him.
His sea of qi is more like a god, containing the essence of endless stars, and his power is immortal.
The hurricane of kendo tore the clouds, split a large area of the ground, and cut out a ravine that was unfathomable.
Luo Xingchen, who is quasi-celestial and human, leaned his sword behind him, threw a punch with one hand, turned his fist into a palm, and drew his eyebrows lightly: "Desolate stele! Thousands of miles are barren!"
"call out!"
He teleported like lightning, his body shuttled in the extreme hurricane of kendo, unaffected, seemed to be the interlacing of two spaces, and finally flashed in front of the old man suddenly, hitting the undamaged King Kong body with one hand!
"Boom... Kaka Kaka..."
This is the sound of the heartbeat stopping, and the sound of the bones and meridians shattering throughout the body!
The old man's eyes widened, his distorted expression frozen in this moment.
His body was directly exploded in front of Luo Xingchen, and his body was broken into pieces!
A sword, like a fallen leaf, stuck in the ground, standing still.
The first calamity of the Ten Tribulation Realm, Luo Xingchen of the quasi-celestial and human realm, broke it with one punch!
"Since I have control over flawlessness, I will be able to kill you flawlessly every step of the way."
Luo Xingchen stroked his sleeves, holding the sword in one hand, and never used the sword.
He is standing high in the sky at this time, with clouds in the sky and wind under his feet.
A star, shining brightly in this few corners.
Stepping on the golden ring in the sky, under his feet, it lights up again, igniting energy, and takes him to move.
He continued to move forward, stepping into the Demon Emperor's Capital, deeper.
Most of the second batch of enemies were the Sword Demon Race, with three thousand in the Primordial Realm and 500 in the Celestial Realm.
Three thousand and five hundred people were placed in the first-level theater of the Youjie, and they were swept by themselves.
Unfortunately, they met Luo Xingchen.
"Luo Xingchen, hurry up and get caught, hand over His Highness Tianlin and the other three seniors.
You don’t want to use the eyes of extreme cold! We have a Sunshine artifact, which can break you without any problems. "
Luo Xingchen hugged his arms, whistling, holding his head up, pretending not to hear.
The scolding sounded constantly, but everyone did not dare to approach.
At the same time, their hearts were full of doubts and cold sweats.
"Strange, he was still consummated in the Lingyuan realm before, how could he progress so fast! Is this a trick?"
Many powerful demons scratched their heads, their hearts trembled.
Luo Xingchen, who is consummate in the Lingyuan realm, is so powerful, comprehensively judged, it is enough to contend with the powerhouses before the late Heaven and Human realm.
So, the quasi-world and human state
unimaginable!
"This kid is weird, everyone, be careful, let's not act rashly!"
After talking about the three services, they retreated, but couldn't retreat.
"Feng Hanhuang tactics, I intend to seal the sky."
Luo Xingchen waved his hand, and the Great Perfection realm of extreme cold and profound meaning was aroused in his state of quasi-celestial and human realm, and it was out of control.
Above the sky, the red clouds turned into white clouds, and the white clouds drifted into snow.
Snow fell in the sky, and the bodies of many powerful demons quickly solidified, and their blood was frozen, making it difficult to move a bit.
They have become sculptures in the ice and snow, and on the earth, they have various postures and expressions.
Luo Xingchen shook his second palm, and his thoughts swept away. Suddenly, these iron clank bodies disappeared in ashes, leaving no trace.
Heaven and Human Realm? Let's kill it!
Above the sky, more than ten demon clouds chased forward and backward, descending here one by one, standing still like a mountain, staring at Luo Xingchen alone with stern expressions and stern gazes.
"Bold human race shameless child! Do you dare to risk the world and invade the demon territory! Kill the demon soldiers! No crime is allowed, take your life!"
The sword demon clan, the sage king in the sword, the sword rides the wind, the sword is like a rainbow, the body is like a shadow, and the red shadow is lost, splitting the space and twisting a gap.
Luo Xingchen, closed his eyes attentively, opened his heavenly eyes, enlightened the extreme cold, palmed the universe, and held reincarnation.
When encountering extreme cold and ice, the heavens and thousands of tribes ghosts and gods fall.
A huge icy eye, the crosspiece is in the chaotic space in front of Luo Xingchen, coldly facing the sky, one eye catches the soul!
In an almost negligible moment, the sword energy dissipated and the sword intent melted. The saint king's body was cold in the sword, penetrated into the bone marrow, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he retreated abruptly.
"Luo Xingchen, you..."
The thirteen great saints, the saint king was shocked, the blood saint dumbfounded, the thunder saint was stupid, the dragon king panicked, and the nether tribe saints also had to tremble with fear.
Zhu Qiang arrogantly stuck in the sky, his expression dignified and worried.
Luo Xingchen, carrying such a world-shaking weapon, is simply unstoppable, coming and going freely.
After stagnating for a long time, the old man with white eyebrows and naked eyes, headed by the Sword Demon Clan, looked at the twelve people beside him, and said in a concentrated voice: "Take the Demon Blade."
"Which..."
The twelve great sages, working together, sacrificed a stalkless sharp blade that burned a blazing mad dragon.
It's like a flying knife, but it can't be held with your hands. If you are alone, you can only use all your will to reluctantly control it.
However, the total of 13 of them is more than enough, and it is not difficult to contend with the half-step true god.
"Luo Xingchen, you have to make trouble, don't think we can't help you."
The sword saint king headed by the sword demon clan, his eyes gloomy like purgatory, said indifferently: "The Demon Fire Blade, the most powerful artifact of the Demon Clan, stored in the deepest secret vault of the Demon Abyss, it is difficult to use once in thousands of years.
It has been tempered by countless spiritual fires, specifically to restrain cold things.
The Eye of Extreme Cold, to put it bluntly, is an extremely cold spirit thing. Could it be that it is not afraid of this demon flame blade, which will break its life and soul? "
Luo Xingchen remained silent, folded his hands together, and chanted the spell silently: "Take me as your heart, take your heart as your mind, use your mind to transform the gods, a thousand miles of wuyang, a leaf obscures the sky, a ray of soul, and the world!"
His huge wisp of divine soul, which should have been the product of the realm master's true god, appeared in his quasi-celestial and human realm.
A ray of divine soul is just a rudimentary form, which can be ever-changing before it has completely condensed.
This time, his divine soul has been transformed into a god of millions of feet, surrounded by colorful glow, with a golden pupil in his left eye and a silver pupil in his right eye, portraying his future appearance.
A ray of the coercion of the soul made the heart tremble, and the great sage turned his face pale.
"Soul? This kid has a spirit—is he still a human? Impossible—"
After Luo Xingchen summoned a wisp of spirit, the aura of the Eye of Chilling seemed to have been greatly improved.
A huge eye, about tens of thousands of feet, covers several palaces.
"Hahaha... Master, you are so amazing! Such a rare thing can happen to you! My Chilling Eye, in the name of the Ice Ancestor, swear that I will never betray in this life! I will follow you to the death!"
Luo Xingchen indifferently glanced at a group of great sages, the soul is him, he is the soul, the eye of the gods, in a single thought, dozens of gorgeous buildings collapsed, turning this place into a desolate ruin.
At one thought, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked.
The thirteen great saints were full of pangs, and countless beads of sweat rolled down.
Fear, trembling, many words can describe their looks, but they can't describe their complicated mood.
That's so cool! How can a three-character chill
"I don't want to go to war with the Demon Clan, I just want to turn over the old account, this matter, about the Golden Dragon Clan, let's talk about it."
Luo Xingchen said astonishingly, without a wave of waves on his face, condensed his soul, his eyes pierced at Jin Xianzhong among the thirteen great sages, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.