Grasping Evil

In fact, there are many kinds of changes in the two words, which appear to have been enlightened.

Certain old monsters who are proficient in incarnation can perform the art of change, turning into a fly, a flower grass, and hide in shape.

There are also old monsters that can be transformed into vicious beasts, gaining power far beyond the body.

Incarnation, in fact, is a technique of physical transformation.

It is also a change to turn flesh into nothingness.

But if this is the only change, it will not be possible to defeat the incarnation of young people.

He took a gentle breath and stepped out, turning into a black suit with long black hair, dancing against the wind, and demonic lines appeared on the left.

His expression was indifferent and he had no emotion at all, and his eyes flashed with a glimmer of sword.

Nine incarnation changes in the weight of a teenager, all of which he could not learn.

But if he had been enlightened, his incarnation would actually have a change in itself.

“The incarnation of the union of the divine and soul, and the realm of the incarnation's healing, but without mastery of change, the incarnation must be slightly less colorful... extinct! ”

Nine giant beasts simultaneously made a desolate sound, and the next moment, they all launched their strongest attack.

Or throw out flames, or incite hurricanes, and strike Ningfan with one path, each of which is comparable to asking the False Brothers to fight to death.

I'd rather not hide, just close my eyes.

Everything is forgotten in the mind, even the wind. It's like he's not him anymore, but a sword...

“Today, I realized the art of transformation, which was my first transformation... sword body! ”

Whoa!

At the moment when the Nine Paths of Attack was approaching the Golden Body, Nine Paths of Body Dark Mist rolled into a black ancient sword with a high sky dome.

Once again, the ancient sword was broken into nine black swords, chopped into nine vicious beasts.

Ningfan's ancient demonic realm has risen, and the divinity has also risen, and he is on the verge of breaking through and asking about the fictional level of divinity.

The power of the Nine Black Swords, although slightly inferior to the Nine Beasts, is stronger than the Nine Beasts.

Because the body has been converted into a sword, renouncing defense and change, only the ultimate attack is left. On top of these nine swords, there is a momentum that belongs to the same end, not even the Nine Beasts are comparable.

Boom!

They attacked each other and touched each other. Nine-headed beasts were stabbed with numerous wounds by swordmen, and a further beast was killed directly.

Nine black swords, which had been naturalized, were not broken, but three cracks were thick.

It's hard to tell who wins or loses this time against the bomb.

The eight beasts of the Nine Swords are once again put together, against the fluctuations of the bombardment, shaking the blood waves beneath the sky.

A fierce beast descended successively, and a black sword was broken.

Nine-headed beast, eventually only one giant python, nine black swords, eventually only one unbroken.

Inkweighted python wrapped around the sword, the python mouth sprayed a bunch of venom, trying to corrode the black sword.

Black swords do not hide, let the venom corrode them, and do not defend them at all.

All the energy, gathered on the blade, suddenly slashed, cut the giant python into two stops!

Pfft!

Young Ink retreated from his incarnation, and all nine of his incarnations were exterminated and not slightly injured.

Ningfan had only one leftover sword incarnation, but also withdrew slightly, and the breath appeared slightly sluggish.

In common sense, the incarnation of ink weight should be stronger than Ningfan.

But what Ningfan changed was only a sword that could not be defeated. It was under the spell of death, but it was under the pressure of the ink weight momentum and cut off nine incarnations of ink weight.

Dark-eyed, he asked himself that in the early days of the Barbarian demon, there was absolutely no such powerful atmosphere as Ningfan.

Until he was broken, he had a smooth journey, had little difficulty, had few chances of life and death, and was less ambitious than usual.

Ning Fan Jinghai, with the harshness of death, was transformed into a giant sword that could not be defeated, but also conformed to his style.

Especially at the last minute, I'd rather spell out a serious wound than chop off a giant python, but every time his sword lights slowly up, he's completely dissolved by venom...

“This is harsh, not like I was back then... but victory and defeat are not yet scored! ”

The teenager took a heavy breath and lifted his fingers. A golden magic fire wrapped around his fingers, like a golden finger.

One finger points towards Ningfan, the finger lashes out, turning into a giant flame ring, like a giant fire ring.

A heavy fire ring, surrounded by Ningfan in the center, weighs a hundred and eight.

Every ring of fire is enough to burn the void.

Ten rings of fire, can kill the void.

A hundred rings of fire can kill you!

The teenager's inky fingertips changed and his essence blended into the flames, and the golden flames rose and all the rings began to converge towards the center.

“False art, the art of fire! ”

If you take a deep breath, this technique of refraining from flaming is certainly a magical martial arts technique of false finesse, and in all false finesse, there are some remarkable sounds.

With this technique, juvenile ink weight can kill ordinary flushing.

If you replace any of the other Golden Fitness 2nd Realm monks, you will never be able to resist the 108 Heavy Flame Ring!

But Fan is different!

He raised a flame swirl in his palm, a vast suction coming out of the swirl, his right eye madly imitating the magic of a teenager's ink.

Standing in a heavy gold flame ring, Ningfan was undamaged, and the gold flame was swept by Ningfan's eyes and began to tremble immediately.

The flame is trembling, because in the eyes of the flame, Ningfan at this moment is the king in fire!

Ningfan stepped out, a flaming sea, suddenly divided from the middle into two parts, the art of fire and abstinence does not attack itself!

The technique of fire extraction will be the ultimate catalyst, preferring to use the power of the sun and moon tablet to suck the teenager's inky gold flame, all into the Yin and Yang lock.

“It's... an ancient fire mining technique! Unfortunately, I didn't expect you to have a Yin Yang Lock..." Junior Ink recognised the surgery and frowned deeply.

In the next moment, Nine Black Dragons merged with the Golden Flame, fingering each other in the opposite direction, acting like ink.

“False art, the art of fire! ”

108 Heavy flame and fire, returned to Ink Weight by Ningfan.

The other 108 heavy black flame rings are carried out by Ningfan himself.

Surrounded by the 216 Heavy Flame Ring, the teenager was shocked, bitten the tip of his tongue, waved his hands and slapped several heavy flames, carried out some kind of defensive secret, and tried to force fire out of the sea.

Ningfan expected that ink weight would not rock the art of flame abstinence, but would opt to retreat.

He clapped his hands backwards, and a heavy fire suddenly turned into a huge fire clap, clapping on his ink vest.

“Illusion, three firecrackers! ”

The fire clap came too suddenly, greatly unexpected, suddenly unable to prevent, was slapped in the vest by the fire clap, the injury was aggravated.

It was so easy to escape from the flaming sea, looking at Ningfan on the flaming sea, slightly palpitated.

Although he saw that Ningfan practiced Yin Yang Changing, he did not guess that Ningfan was carrying Yin Yang Lock.

Ancient Yin and Yang locks, but a rare imperial treasure, sealed with sun and moon tablets, can restrain the world's flame and yang objects.

Ancient times, I don't know how many Immortal Emperors Sun and Moon tablets have died and how many masters the town has killed.

If you know the presence of Yin and Yang locks, you will definitely not carry out the art of flame abstinence.

However, he cannot deny that, although there is no Yin Yang Lock, it is easy for Ningfan to block his attack by stealthily learning the art of fire abstinence.

Ningfan's fire-control technique is exquisite, exercised in countless alchemies, far above the youth's ink.

Playing with fire with Ningfan is a self-inflicted act.

The teenager moved his energy, pressed his injuries, and gradually developed a royal atmosphere around him.

His fists began to emerge above him, shattering the mountain river.

Step by step, one punch to attack the unparalleled royalty, and execute the killer demon palm.

Ningfan had already learned this at the second level, but did not know that this technique could be integrated into royalty.

He similarly elicited a royalty in his body and carried out the slaughter of the demons.

They are both carrying out 108 heavy palm marks against each other. Juvenile ink is not weaker than Ningfan, but hundreds of rounds can't take advantage of the slightest price.

The teenager, Ink, freed up a sperm and turned into a demonic mountain, toward Ningfan's head.

Ningfan opened his hand and smashed countless Mountains of Demons. He stepped out, and behind him emerged two golden shadows of me, attacking the ink vest.

The two golden shadows were merely a realm of gold. They could not attract the attention of ink. They were bombarded by ink means of implementation, but they succeeded in distracting the mind.

At the same time, Ink was distracted by the release of the killer demon.

At this moment, Ningfan suddenly grabbed Inkwei's wrist, vibrated, shattered Inkwei's carpal bone together with his arm bone, scrap his arm first!

Without giving Ink a chance to heal the wound severely, Ningfan grabbed the five fingers, carried out the dragon tearing moon, tore the five moonlight falling from the long sky to Tarzan, and grabbed the five deep visible bone blood marks on Ink's chest.

Pfft!

Young Ink lost an arm, his chest was hit again, his injuries were severe, his energy was faint, he looked horribly at Ningfan, and the defeat was revealed.

Seeing that Fan would not give him any respite opportunity, he rushed straight in, biting his teeth with ink, and the power of the Italian state dissipated like a wave.

“Le Gwang seal! ”

It was a golden place, as bright as the sun, and a ray of light was spread out like a wave of ink, forming an ocean of light that would drag all of it into the sea of light.

“The Art of Context? ”

Fan was slightly surprised, but not surprised.

It would be wise for Inkweights to use surprise tactics to slow down Ningfan's footsteps and restore his energy when his energy dissipates.

If it is not bad, it should be Le Guang, a gleam of light at dawn.

Immersed in the light sea, Ningfan felt that all powers and energy could not be mobilized by half, and was gradually sealed by the light sea.

The only force that can be mobilized is the power of memory.

Muggy's Le Guang scenario is quite impressive, at least it's magical.

But Ningfan's situation is even more powerful, which is the second step!

Light can turn into darkness, but memories are indelible.

A hint of black cold flashed in the eyes of Ningfan, suddenly falling into a black snowflake in the clear sea on all sides.

In his eyes, a glimpse of the power of the round flashed.

In his heart flashed a glimmer of memories and obsession.

That's the determination to freeze everything! If Ningfan's last touch of warmth is taken back in the round, why would Ningfan spare an ice-closed round!

“Snow and Wind, Ice Seal Wheel! ”

Nutrition!

A golden sea of light has been frozen.

In time, the whole ocean was frozen into a giant piece of black ice!

With Ningfan's fingertips, it was frozen into a cold sea of light and suddenly shredded into countless pieces.

Pfft!

The art of the situation was broken, the teenager Ink realized the pain in the sea, took several steps backwards, coughed up blood, half kneeling, looked at Ningfan, with a slight expression of defeat.

He, defeated...

“Junior, you passed the third test...”