God Level Demon

“Again! ”

Xia Ping rushed up and fought with the saint phantom, feeling the strength of the saint phantom attack.

He found it very helpful to fight the phantom of the saint. He was such a good teacher that he helped himself to fill in the gap. As the battle progressed, his martial arts style became less and less blossoming, and he already had the taste of integration and perfection.

Although there is a systematic overflow that allows him to learn quickly, it is not enough for the body to truly master these martial arts, even the blood and every cell on the body to engrave these martial arts memories.

The main thing is on your own, on experience, on battle!

And the illusion of the saint helped him tremendously, between life and death, the oppression of extreme battle, allowing Xiaping's martial arts experience to evolve at the same speed of light.

He gradually developed a little bit of a martial arts teacher's prototype.

After all, such an opportunity is too difficult to fight against a saint, even if it is only a fiction, it is an unimaginable and tremendous encounter.

It is presumed that even if the king wanted such an adventure, it would be difficult to do so, which he could not ask for.

Bang bang bang!!!

The shadow of the saint punched him, shocked Xiaping's qi and blood rolled over, numbness, as if there were countless ants biting on his body, very powerless.

“Golden Eye! ”

With this awareness, Xia Ping is not only fighting the saint's fiction, but also observing the saint's fiction and understanding each other's martial arts.

If you are an ordinary person, it is impossible to learn martial arts skills from each other in battle.

But Xiaping was different. He had golden eyes on him.

This eye is extremely powerful and not only has very strong dynamic vision, but is also able to see through, far-sighted, and even slow down the opponent's attacks, analyzing the opponent's power from time to time.

It can be said that, if Xiaping wishes, he can analyze each other's movements, know any enemy movements within a second, and gain insight into each other's martial arts techniques.

Although the other party is a saint fiction, trying to analyze how many times more difficult than ordinary people do not know, he believes that it is sooner or later to learn the martial arts of the other party secretly over time.

…………

Time is running out, and so far, he has fought the Phantom of the Saint for ten days and ten nights.

The real world is only a day away by comparison of time between real space and virtual networks, but even Xiaping's body is a little unbearable for such spiritual consumption.

Dozens more punches, and he's probably no longer able to hold on, falling into a coma.

But the illusion of the saints remains, as it was at the beginning, unchanged, and, like machines, this is a desperate situation, which is a huge gap.

“Got it. ”

But not only did Xiaping not feel despair, but his eyes shone with excitement, because he didn't know how many punches he had been punched as he fought the shadow of the saint.

There may not have been as many of them in the last decade or two.

It is estimated that every cell in the body has been beaten by the illusion of a saint, and this pain is engraved into the deepest part of the soul.

But such a price is worth it, as the body fights, he has learned the most basic skills of spiral energy, and the fights of saint fiction will prevail.

“So that's the real power of the spiral, really powerful.” Xia Ping was very excited, and he felt that his breath had changed dramatically.

The gas flows through every meridian, and in every cave trick, instead of flowing as slowly as before, the waves are not surprising, but creating a vortex, creating a spiral force.

Although it is only a change, it is an astonishing change, a transformation, as the original evolved into a modern man, an immense martial arts technique.

Xiaping felt herself mastering the power of the spiral, even a normal punch, was more than multiplied by her previous strength, and the destructive power was confused.

Boom!

At this moment, he stepped out, and the whole earthquake, like a barbarian trample, centered around his body, created a terrible vortex.

It seems that the atmosphere around him revolves around his body, and everything in the world is inseparable from this power of rotation.

The phantom of the saint also seemed to feel the threat, and in the face of such a spiral, he felt his body seemed to be pulled by countless energy, as if trapped by a rope.

It is also like being opened wide mouth by a peng and eaten wildly, producing a terrible suction that cannot be escaped.

“Kill!”

Xia Ping punched out, ordinary and unusual, like the incarnation of a saint's fiction, not jumping, not moving, just so unusual, authentic punch, Zhu Taishan pressed the top.

Fist shakes, air blows!

Bang bang bang!!!

Numerous voices exploded in the void, and a series of explosions exploded from his fist, creating a terrible spiral force, seemingly a whirlpool of black holes.

Such a punch, like the top of Tarzan, crushed down, makes it almost impossible to breathe.

The phantom of the saint feels immensely dangerous, flashing in shape and seems to be trying to escape.

But it cannot be avoided at all. Such fists have a strong horizontal spiral force, which produces suction around them, seemingly sucking the saint's phantom to death.

Boom!

This fist firmly struck the saint's phantom, the force of the spiral exploded, infiltrated, the void shook, it seemed that at this moment, the surrounding air condensed into substance, producing a circle of spiral ripples, sweeping across all sides.

The entire land of the martial arts school seemed to smell a little tortoiseous, causing tremors.

Boom, the illusion of the saints burst apart and disappeared in this space.

And this space, again, restores silence, leaving Xiaping alone.

“Whoo!”

Seeing the phantom explosion of the saint, Xiaping suddenly depleted his strength, fell to the ground, gasped heavily, sweated, almost completely disintegrated.

If this punch does not defeat the saint's fiction, he is presumed to have lost.

“Congratulations to the tester Wu, who passed the exam to reward 10,000 Universe Coins.” At this point, the mechanical sound came through, sounding the whole martial arts school.

“Pervert. ”

The cat immortal next door saw this situation, it was also a twitch in the corner of his mouth, very speechless, and he didn't even think that Xiaping would actually pass the test, and it still passed perfectly.

After all, this is a saintly fiction, not anything else, ordinary martial artists are seconds away.

But the boy was well, and he fought the saint's figurine for ten days and ten nights. Finally, he learned the martial arts of saint's figurine and punched each other in the face.

If it's not perverted, what's perverted?

It is estimated that when the star gatekeepers were young, no kid was so perverted and exaggerated.

After all, this is only a martial arts test, not to defeat the illusion of the saint, but to be recognized by the illusion of the saint, who believes that the other party is qualified and qualified to pass.

Such difficulty cannot be imagined by mortals in order to defeat the illusion of saints.