God Level Demon

“My mother! ”

The practitioner next to him looked stunned, incredible, the ice demon Uchi is the famous legal phase of the North cosmos powerful, spanned thousands of years, broke into Hehwei name, don't know how many old brand legal phase borders died in his hands.

Even in the face of the thunderbolt, the cold can survive, but now that Xiaping is encountered, his head is cut off by a few tricks, and there is no way to fight back, which is fantastic.

At this moment, the ice demon Uchi is still struggling, even if his head is cut off, but he is still very powerful as a forensic state, and he still has great vitality and is able to speak.

He screamed, "Impossible. How could I die? How could I die? I am an extinct genius of the Ice Demon clan, who once received a saintly and humanistic unity, with myriad encounters and infinite potential, even to become a saint.

But now, why did you die in the hands of such a humble human being? I don't like it. I don't like it. Why?! ”

He was extremely reluctant and his tone revealed resentment, horror and shock. He did not seem to have thought he would be so miserable that he was killed between a few moves.

“No reason, just because you're too weak. Weak, yet not humble, humble, arrogant, dare to stain things that do not belong to you, if you do not die, who dies. ”

Xia Ping stared faintly at the ice demon's cold, and his power poured over him.

With a bang, the ice demon Uchi's entire body was blown up into a powder, even the Numen had collapsed, disappeared completely, and could no longer appear in this universe.

“Crane 13, you were arrogant earlier, and you tried to kill me to practice sword, but you still tried to kill me.” Xia Ping turned around and looked at the distant crane 13. He suddenly punched it over and practiced the universe of divinity.

“Damn it, kill 13 swords, type 1 sword, seal your throat! ”

Feeling Xiaping's terrible death, the thirteen sweats of the crane rose, feeling the deadly crisis, he immediately pulled out the long sword, wind and electricity, and instantly shot.

He chopped out his sword and blew out his sword.

The power of this sword is terrible, like piercing a cold ray of darkness, as if it were a ray of light that tore apart the dark sky, with changes of yin and yang, five lines, three talents and so on, and the rays of the rays are revealed.

Those around them were horrified, and they felt the horror of the sword, as if the whole heavens and the earth had faded. There was only this cold light between them. When the sword approached, their heads flew out and saw the blood sealing their throats.

Wudao Shentong - Black Whirlpool Ripple Fist!

Xia Ping punched out, his fists spinning, forming a huge dark swirl, and deep in the void, circles and turns of ripples were born, as if the entire heaven and earth were rippled and shaken constantly.

The people around them felt the power of this terrible sound wave, obviously not against themselves, but it made them feel terrible. They seemed to hear the heart of an extinct vicious beast beating, affecting their qi and blood circulation, their qi and blood rolling over, there was an impulse to be shaken to vomit blood, and their heads made a roaring noise, buzzing.

Boom!

The two forces collided instantly, clamoring and sparking endlessly. The sword tries to tear the dark vortex apart and tear chaos apart.

But it doesn't work at all. This kind of vortex is so terrible that it's constantly hanging, eating, like a black hole, enough to swallow all the power, even the light is distorted.

When it snapped, the sword was instantly devoured and vanished.

“A little bit of skill, but even so, you have to die, kill the 13th Sword, type 13 - the light flows away! ”

The crane instantly emitted thirteen swords, emitting countless swordlights, stacked together, exciting thousands of swordlights, dense numbness, covering the void.

It seems to contain the power of time and the power of illusion, and the two forces are interwoven into a world of swords.

Surrounded by this world of swords, any enemy is trapped as if it had gone through tens of millions of years, and life expectancy is rapidly diminished, with thousands of years of life lost after a few breaths.

If some of the old antiques win this sword, I'm afraid it will come to an immediate end and the heavenly people will die.

Even in the midst of a long-lived race, you will be trapped in endless hallucinations and passages of years, never able to pull yourself out, as if you were trapped forever in this world of swords.

It was also his strongest sword of killing, his all-powerful, all-powerful.

“Break!”

Xiaping can also feel the horror of this sword, as if the baptism of time is being applied to him, and the flow of time around him is accelerating, which is a swordless divinity.

But he was fearless, running the pure sun in his body, infinite flame power gushing deep inside his body, a hell of a golden whistle between insignificances, this is an immortal beast, immortal existence, no time can be baptized.

Wudao Shentong - Yang Shen Fist!

This punch broke out, shocked, destroyed the ancient world, and a hell of a golden oodle emerged, this is the God of Fire, this is the Lord, manipulating the world's countless different fires.

The power of the flames of terror has erupted, very pure, without any impurities, with the power of terror and destruction.

And these flames appear, and even the void seems to have collapsed.

Boom!

The world of the sword instantly collapsed, all the sword energy was bombarded into powder, one layer of space collapsed, the mountains swayed, the stars fell, the avenues collapsed.

Both the power of illusion and the power of time, beneath this immortal flame, are so ridiculous, all burned to nothingness, completely crushed.

“Ah!”

Crane 13 made a terrible scream, his entire body was bombarded out and clicked. He looked at the sword of life as if it had broken and pulled, breaking into dozens.

He felt a surge of power in his body, a terrible flame burning, burning his body, and even burning his Numen into nothingness.

This is a deadly crisis!

“Son of a bitch, you want to kill me, it's not that simple, no sword heart, give it to me! ”

Crane 13 raged and drank, it worked its magic, instantly destroying its sword, and its bodyguard Qi, as well as its bodyguard armor, all shredded, abandoned the car guard, completely extinguished this immortal flame.

When it stands, it gathers its own Qi blood, magic and Yuan Gods, quickly turns into a sword without power, and immediately wants to walk away and quickly escape from this dangerous place.

By this time, it had given up everything, like a bereavement dog, and was afraid to stop at all.

“Wanna run? You think it's that simple? Stay with me."

Xia Ping smiled coldly and stretched out his paw. That's Hell's Golden Claw - Hell's Golden Claw!

This dark golden claw seemed to infiltrate the void, ignoring the distance of space, to an incredible degree, and the sound of a bang instantly caught Crane 13 out of the void.

He screamed, his whole body was captured like a chicken, he struggled constantly, his whole body bled out, like a blood man, extremely miserable, as if he didn't even think he would be captured instantly.