Immortal Devil Transformation

10,000 swords into the sea, Lin Xi's countless flying swords, the power has been so powerful that none of the saints of this era can imagine it.

Zhang Ping walked in the flying sword of the sky dance. When the power of the symbol array outside him was crushed, his armor paused to make countless sharp cutting sounds.

The armor on his body was impacted by a massive tornado like a flying sword stream, as if to experience years of erosion, rapid rust and scarring.

Each flying sword is cut on his flying sword with a ray of tingling light in his eyes, and a powerful shock that allows the holy practitioner to spit blood through the armor.

In order to resist such power, his soul strength continued to drain, he could not call heaven and earth energy as randomly as Lin Yi. His eyes were still filled with anger, yet his face was very indifferent, and he always had absolute certainty of victory.

“If you can't break even my armor before I kill you, then everything you say and do is truly ridiculous. ”

He looked at Lin Xie and said such a sentence, while an extremely strong breath was released from his body, and countless purple red flames were generated outside him, beginning to burn all the energetic flying swords that impacted his armor.

Then all the Yuanqi flying swords started to burn.

His footsteps accelerated sharply.

Every step he takes falls, the land beneath his feet is recessed and the ground is shaken like a drum face that has been beaten again by a drum hammer, and when his footsteps are lifted, the ground beneath his feet has been burned by the horrific heat of the flames outside him into a boiling lava.

Each step of his Buddha's journey through time and space has approached the “backs” of Mount Hao at a distance of only a thousand steps from Lin Yue.

Even his already sword-scattered and dimly lit armor was brightened by the power flowing out of his body.

The wilderness is dominated by Zhang Ping and Lin Yi.

Zhantai Shallow Tang looked into his eyes. This was already a battle that even people of his rank could not intervene in. He even had difficulty seeing Zhang Ping forward completely, but he could be sure that, at a speed such as Zhang Ping's, Lin Xi's ten thousand swords would never be able to break Zhang Ping's armor when Zhang Ping approached him.

Zhang Ping has indeed become the Demon King, and even in the eyes of a saint like him, he is the true Demon King.

Before Zhang Ping's voice had set, his body had risen upwards and his feet were about to officially step onto the “back” of Mount Horn.

At this point, he suddenly raised his head and the flame in his eyes was like spraying directly out.

Hearing only one loud roar, a sword broke all the flames in front of him, stabbed him, and shook his body out backwards.

His feet landed on the ground and he plowed out two deep trenches, all of which were beating flames and rolling magma.

A lot of people don't feel what happened.

The first thing they saw was a white passage in the sky, even from very high altitudes that their eyes could not reach.

The white passage began to collapse and turn into a wind.

These practitioners then reacted, and Lin Xi's sword light, like an arrow, was thrown at a very high altitude, and then fell down and fell on Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping's eyes fell on his chest.

The light on his chest armor had completely extinguished and several cracks had appeared, a piece of nail-sized debris that was falling from the armor.

He knew that he still underestimated Lin Xi's strength, but he could not have been more angry, and the second sword had fallen on him.

A white passage appeared in the sky.

Until a sword light had been struck on Zhang Ping and disappeared, the murmuring voice then spread in the air, sounding all over the four directions.

Everyone in the wilderness looked at this picture with horror, and regardless of today's ultimate victory or loss, they knew that it was no longer possible to reproduce it in their lives.

Armor fragments continued to collapse from Zhang Ping's body.

A drop of black blood penetrated through the cracks in his armor and was cut into smaller powders by the heavenly and earthly energy raging outside him, but these powders were so heavy that they floated far away and landed on the ground that they stirred up a flurry of dust.

Armor has broken.

Zhang Ping began to get hurt.

Wounded means dead.

Even the few most devout Purgatory Mountain Clerics who followed him have already felt a complete panic.

“That's not enough. ”

However, at this time, Zhang Ping looked at Lin Xi and said it in disgust and ridicule.

His body did not expand like the demon, but contracted slightly.

He was a little taller than Lin Xie, but he was half a head shorter than Lin Xie when all the armor disappeared on him.

The purple golden light that originally appeared on him became so concentrated on the surface of his skin that it became a diamond-like glow.

Falling from the sky into his dark, purple-gold diamond glow, the sword still had a terrible impact, yet it could not cause any more wounds to appear on his skin.

This is the true magic of the mighty.

The true Monster, the most powerful place of the Demon King, comes from his body.

“Really? ”

However, seeing such a demonic transformation and hearing his abhorrent and ridiculous voice, Lin Xie just smiled calmly and looked at him. "But you can't even lift your head. ”

Lin Xi said the truth.

At this time, Zhang Ping fell in the dazzling sword light, and although he was able to move forward again and his body no longer showed any wounds, under the great pressure of power, his knees were always slightly bent, unable to straighten his body, and his head was still unable to lift.

With such a force, it is already remarkable for others to move forward, but in Purgatory Mountain, bowing your head and knees is a sign of obedience and submission.

Zhang Ping's mind showed countless images of himself kneeling in Purgatory Mountain. He thought of his power, but also of Purgatory Mountain when he expressed his subjugation to the elder.

He couldn't stand it.

He raised his head.

He heard a slight rupture in his neck, but he still raised his head, looked at Lin Xie and shouted: “I will kill you. ”

“Come on.” Lin Xie laughed, just as he had initially encountered some of his classmates' provocations at Qingyu College, he laughed confidently and sunshine. He laughed with snow and white teeth and sparkled with cold killing intentions.

Faced with the approaching Zhang Ping, he did not retreat, but stepped forward and greeted him.

Zhang Ping's body was one inch lower.

The energy in his body seemed to have been squeezed out by such sudden contractions as his. At this moment, the energy emanating from his body was more intense than the exasperation of energy before Lin Xie.

These elements formed a burning shadow in front of him just like he did.

This shadow broke all the air in front of him, and instantly came to Lin Xie's face. His body, also seemed to be driven by this burning shadow, appeared directly in front of Lin Xie.

He punched and burst out toward Lin Xie.

At this time, his fist was much smaller than that of a normal person, yet everyone knew that his fist was the most powerful in the entire practitioner's world, in thousands of years.

Lin Xi's figure was fixed in the air by the fist of his fist.

However, Lin Xi's face was completely calm without any panic.

He was covered in black glow.

There was a new force generated in his body, and then faced with Zhang Ping, which was full of resentment towards him and the whole world, it seemed like he was going to smash the whole world into a punch, and he just simply went forward and stabbed out a sword.

This time he stabbed not a sword made of heaven and earth, but a sword made of dragon horns, the true dragon sword of the elder grandson Jinser.

This sword may also be the most resilient sword in the entire practitioner world today.

At the moment when his sword stabbed out, all the energy from heaven and earth penetrated into his body, it all penetrated into the sword. Even Zhang Ping issued a loud drink at this moment and had to close his eyes.

Just momentarily after he closed his dual purpose, Lin Xie focused on delivering the sword and stabbed it into Zhang Ping's body as his fist was two feet away from his body.

Time seems to be stalling at this moment.

Lin Xi and Zhang Ping were stranded in the air.

A little spot of light came out of Zhang Ping's back, and then it was bright enough to reach the tip of a sword that no one could see directly.

Endless energy flows from the tip of the sword towards the heavens and the earth.

A loud bang.

The impact of heaven and earth's natural energy finally erupted.

Many people are washed down by the air currents generated by the eruptions of celestial and earthly energy.

Lin Xi and Zhang Ping are still not separated.

Zhang Ping's chest cracked a big hole.

The power still gushed out of Lin Xieyuan's sword and crazily cut into his body. However, Zhang Ping's body still had the power to be born, still together with his death.

Lin Xi frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Ping's body with dismay.

“You're not good enough. You've been underestimating me since college. ”

Zhang Ping looked at him sarcastically and joyfully and said.

Lin Xi saw his body, his flesh, at this moment became no longer like flesh, but numerous twisting black worms.

Zhang Ping's body, even his internal organs, became numerous black worms strangled.

Lin Xi senses that Zhang Ping can only be killed if all the black worms in Zhang Ping's body can be completely strangled.

So Zhang Ping's body, in itself, is a huge trap that attracts him.

Zhang Ping's fist, under the rush of energy, had approached his body inches by inches, but Lin Xie laughed again.

He looked at Zhang Ping as if countless blackworms twisted the stranded liver area, looked at the many corruption on it, many scaly tentacles raised, laughed: “Even if you become such a monster, you will still be defeated by anger, such a sword will not kill you, then try this again. ”

Between the words, his body became incredibly lonely, and he became like a snow and ice field, with countless cold breaths, gushing out of his body and penetrating his sword.

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