God Level Demon

“So arrogant, don't you dare bite me?! ”

Upon hearing these words, Xia Ping stood by his hand and looked faintly at Fanming. There was no sense of fear in his eyes.

“Damn, this kid is so arrogant. ”

“Being poisoned, half powerless, and subordinated, if you ask for forgiveness, maybe you can save a dog's life, how dare you provoke it? Do you think your life is too long?! ”

“The boy is probably completely insane, knowing he's dead, just let it out before he dies. ”

“Let it out? Furious Brother Fan Ming, even if you want to die, it is not necessarily that simple. ”

Many of the returning disciples looked at Xiaping's eyes with immense pity, but they knew how cruel Fanming was, offended Fanming, and death might be a better thing.

“Brother Wu. ”

Changxuan and others are extremely anxious, they can all clearly perceive Fanming's intent to kill, but now they are unable to protect themselves, even if they want to help, there is no way.

“Okay, good. ”

Fan Mingqi laughed back: “My favorite thing is a hard bone like you. It's especially powerful to torture it like this. I'll be honest with you, it's hard even if you want to die. ”

As soon as the voice went down, he immediately took out a powerful hand. Like a giant's palm, he wanted to pinch Xia Ping all the way, crushing him to a cripple.

This was done in full force, even in the face of poisoning, but it is possible to know that Fan's anger now, even killed Xiaping's heart dozens of times.

“Kill!”

Xia Ping's eyes revealed a hint of cold, and he immediately prompted himself to carry an endless blade of war, which instantly appeared on his right hand with a sharp long sword.

“Shoot him, Blade of War! ”

As soon as the voice fell, the long sword was instantly extended and very fast, like a venomous snake, shooting past Fanming's body, emitting a cold light in the middle of the sky.

What?!

Fan Ming was just a shock. He didn't expect this kid to be able to fight back at this time. By the way, this kid without powers should be more vulnerable than the baby.

But now this sword contains a terrible sword, which makes him have a flavor on his back, seemingly targeted by a worldly swordsman, provoking the sword to tear the heavens apart.

Boom!

In the middle of the sky, the powerful hand struck, but the long sword instantly pierced the powerful hand, and the powerful sword suddenly tore these powers into countless pieces.

Even this sword is unstoppable and has not diminished the speed of its own progress. It is still shooting at Fanming's body and has exceeded the speed of sound by twenty or thirty times.

This speed is so fast that the warriors around them can't see clearly, they just find a bright cold light in the middle of the sky, the killer exudes, the ice is cold.

“Bad!”

Fan Ming's hair rose, felt the cells boiling all over his body, the dangerous smell spread all over his body, it seemed that a reaper had come to his side.

He distinguished himself from the other swords, which contained a hint of sainthood, as if they had a rhyme that was unpredictable.

The mere presence of such an aura is enough to tear everything apart, and the common law treasure cannot resist such a flash.

“Meteorite Fist! ”

Fan Ming burst into a sip, his whole body of magic worked, immediately made his own martial arts magic, punched out, the air countless grey airflow quickly converged, turned into a huge grey meteorite.

And this grey meteorite is ancient, surrounded by airflow, spinning like a star, driven by Fanming and smashing into the past towards Xiaping.

This is a martial arts masterpiece he cultivated, powerful, one fist, like a meteorite, has the power to destroy the city pool, ordinary martial artists are not his enemies.

Under such a martial arts divinity, even a slight blow would be enough to blow the earth out of a huge pit.

Not to mention, now that Fan Ming feels the danger of fatality, he does everything in his power.

Boom!

Between moments, meteorites and long swords collide with each other in the middle of the sky, immediately emitting huge collision sounds, vibrating momentum, as if they shook thousands of times in a second, producing extremely destructive forces.

This momentum suddenly shook the ground out of a super pit, the earth splattered, the earth tortoised, around two or three kilometres, and a piece of rock was shaken to pieces.

All the warriors around them were shocked out, coughed up blood in the middle of the sky, and all the five dirty hearts were badly wounded.

Even some of the poisoned fighters were powerless to resist and were shocked to death in pieces.

“Impossible! ”

Fan Ming had thought that his magical punch, even if he could not shatter the sword, could blow the sword away, but the moment his fist touched the sword, he found himself wrong, very wrong.

Because the sharp power of this sword is completely beyond his imagination, there is an indestructible threat, and the district meteorite cannot resist the sharp flare of this sword.

Knock, knock!

For a moment alone, the sword pierced the meteorite, tearing it apart from the middle, and the magic around it was pierced, as if it were all vanished into nothingness.

The next second, the sword penetrated Fanming's chest, spilling blood. Even though he was wearing a treasure-grade armor, he was even more vulnerable than tofu in the face of an endless blade of war.

“Ah!”

Fan Ming made a terrible scream and felt a severe pain coming from the depths of his chest, then quickly spread every nerve in his body.

He was insane and plunged into the abyss of despair, because the sword was not only as simple as piercing his chest, but even his heart was blown to pieces on the spot.

The blood sprayed like money, like a fountain, all over the ground.

“Me, I'm dead?! ”

Fan Ming's eyes widened, I can't believe what happened in front of him. He is clearly a practitioner of the divine realm, mastered a martial arts divinity, strong and powerful.

And the other party is just a realm practitioner, and it's poisoned.

But now it's just a trick, piercing his heart and killing him.

How could he believe such absurdity?

But even if he doesn't believe it, Fanming feels that his strength quickly disappears into his body, seemingly feeling his eyes dark, slowly falling into the deepest depths of Hell.

Boo!

Xia Ping's mind moved and the elongated sword immediately retracted, leaving Fanming's body, pounding a few voices, Fanming's wound widened and blood sprayed out.

Pushing through, Fan Ming's body just fell straight on the ground and splashed a spot of dust. His eyes were very wide open at this moment, and he obviously died without meditation.