"Let's see how capable you are." Before he finished speaking, the huge earth hammer had already landed on the golden light on Brother Sickle's body. This blow was still blocked by the light of the body-protecting spirit armor, but the earth hammer
The huge counter-shock force emitted is something that body-protecting spiritual armor cannot reduce.
Brother Sickle flew up like a kite with its string broken, and the huge force almost made him faint on the spot.
"If this is your weakness, then what ability do you have to continue to live in the Taiyi Sect that is in civil strife?" Ling Chen muttered softly, and suddenly he opened up his speed, and his fist wrapped in demonic energy hit the ground and instantly broke the sound barrier.
, the huge roar shook Brother Sickle who was lying on the ground and his eardrums ached.
Although he can't break through his body-protecting spiritual armor (his spiritual armor's defensive power is expected to be extremely amazing), he can't escape the real touch brought by power. This is Brother Sickle's fatal weakness.
And Ling Chen took advantage of this! He hit the snake seven inches, and one blow was fatal! This terrifying sound wave definitely made Brother Sickle not dare to underestimate Ling Chen again.
Brother Sickle flew out and before he hit the ground, he was struck again by the huge force of the sonic wave. His whole body fell from top to bottom and smashed into the hard ground.
Brother Xiandao's fall was not light. He coughed twice violently and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Boom————
Huge power struck again, and the huge shock from the chest made Brother Sickle almost faint. In a moment of confusion, Brother Sickle suddenly bit the tip of his teeth and rushed out a mouthful of life essence and blood.
Seeing that the huge fist was about to hit his body-protecting spiritual armor with spiritual light again, Brother Sickle suddenly spat out the blood essence in his mouth, desperately activating the spiritual power in his body, and the sixteen sickle spirits wrapped around him.
The soldier suddenly turned around and stabbed Ling Chen——
Brother Sickle's spiritual soldiers arrived in an instant. Ling Chen did not expect this situation. Now he had no way to dodge. His speed was very fast, but he still couldn't keep up with the speed of Brother Sickle's spiritual soldiers. Moreover, Ling Chen vaguely felt that this sickle
Senior brother is minimally affected by the black mist on the ground————
So this sickle spirit soldier is so fast that even Ling Chen can't dodge it. There is no other way! The only choice is to fight.
"Bang" A weak ripple visible to the naked eye spread in the air, and the center of the sound wave was Brother Sickle who fell to the ground. He used the little bit of consciousness he had left to desperately activate his consciousness, but the sixteen-handled spirit
The soldiers still paused in the air.
Now is the time to seize this short opportunity!
Although it was only a moment, it was enough for Ling Chen to avoid this fatal attack.
"Dark Demon's Shield" Ling Chen stepped forward and rolled on the spot. Sixteen spiritual soldiers flashed past him, and then he let out a low shout. The deep black shield flashing with demonic energy had already surrounded him.
His body was wrapped tightly.
"Open it for me!" The demonic energy blessed his body, and there were waves of vibrations in his hands, followed by a loud "ding-dong" sound. Ling Chen swung his strong fist, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, and hit Brother Sickle's golden beam hard.
Above the spiritual light, he vowed to break through the golden body-protecting light emitted by his spiritual armor when the sixteen spiritual soldiers behind him flew back.
"Crackling" The golden light shield shook for a while, but there was no sign of cracking.
The sixteen spiritual soldiers behind him came one after another, entangled with the magic sword that Ling Chen shot out, freeing Ling Chen's strong fists, and smashed against the golden light shield even more violently...
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"Death!" I won't give you even a chance this time! Hanging the shield of demonic energy behind him, Ling Chen swung his fists as dense as raindrops, aiming at Brother Sickle's golden shield and blasting him wildly.
This moment scared Brother Sickle to death under the shield of golden light. The scene just now was still vivid in his mind, and he never wanted to try the super powerful sound waves emitted by Ling Chen's Iron Fist again.
He wanted to escape from this devil's iron fist, but with his speed, how could he be an opponent of Ling Chen's rapid movements? If the sickle spirit weapon was still in hand, relying on the influence of the spirit weapon to pierce the black mist, his speed would be much faster than Ling Chen's.
Ling Chen was much faster, but now that the spirit soldiers have escaped, Brother Sickle is now an ordinary monk in the mortal realm, and he is also affected by the black mist under his feet——
It's hard to avoid Ling Chen's fierce bombardment! It's hard to reach the sky.
"I want to run away! Don't you think it's too late!" Ling Chen's iron fist came with huge force. Brother Xiandao didn't have any strength to resist. He was immediately thrown into the air. Qi and blood surged in his chest, but he didn't fight back at all.
There is no power.
This was the end when the golden aura on his chest was still unbreakable. He couldn't imagine what kind of incredible physique the opponent in front of him possessed. The sound waves generated by just his fists easily pierced his eardrums and gave him his spiritual consciousness.
It will cause huge damage. If this continues, sooner or later, I will be consumed by him to death.
After the Sickle Spirit Soldier behind Ling Chen collided with Ling Chen's Black Demon Shield, it seemed to have lost all information and was floating in the air blankly. It was expected that Brother Sickle's spiritual consciousness was seriously injured, and his divine consciousness was not enough to completely control the Spirit Soldier.
Attack Lingchen.
"With a weak body, if it weren't for the amazing defense of your spiritual armor, you would be dead now." Realizing that the threat behind him was temporarily eliminated, Ling Chen even more unscrupulously blasted Brother Sickle's golden shield.
Brother Sickle's spiritual weapon can reduce the deceleration effect caused by the black mist, and his body-protecting spiritual armor cannot even be broken by his own full blow. These two treasures not only aroused Ling Chen's deep-seated murderous intention, but also aggravated him even more.
It aroused the greed deep in Ling Chen's heart.
Ling Chen would not be merciful if he killed people and cheated, and he also killed an opponent who wanted to kill him.
The sound waves generated by the powerful force of "Bang Bang" mercilessly destroyed Brother Sickle's consciousness. Under the ravages of Lingchen's iron fist, Brother Sickle soon became unable to stand up, and blood oozed from all his seven orifices. It was obvious that he had reached the point of death.
At the end of the battle, the sixteen spiritual weapons were separated from their master's control due to the weakening of their spiritual consciousness, and were quietly suspended aside without any movement.
"Asshole, you want to kill me!" Brother Sickle, who was in a state of disarray on the ground but still showed no signs of breaking away from the aura around him, suddenly shouted loudly.
Ling Chen's eyes condensed, yes, he did want to kill Brother Sickle. He had weird spiritual weapons and super defensive spiritual armor, how could he bypass him? Without thinking, Ling Chen decisively increased his iron fist.
The strength on.
A "bang" sound of explosion came from within the golden shield, and the blood was covered with the golden shield that shone with astonishing spiritual light. Ling Chen retracted his fist, and the magic sword he was defending behind was pulled back by his mind and was instantly inserted into his back.
Staring under the golden shield with dark pupils, Brother Sickle's head suddenly shattered like a watermelon... His consciousness was directly shattered by the sound waves emitted by Ling Chen's Iron Fist.
Mortal monks with spiritual consciousness generally have a five-hundred-year lifespan. Until the end of time, spiritual consciousness is immortal. Mortal monks are basically immortal. This is what Brother Wuchen told him! Brother Sickle is now a mortal.
At this stage, his consciousness had been blasted to pieces by Ling Chen, leaving only a meaningless headless corpse. It was obvious that he could no longer die.
The golden light that lost its owner dimmed, and the spiritual armor that even Ling Chen could not break even with all his strength finally lost its powerful defense. Then a golden armor-like spiritual armor appeared in the headless place.
Next to the corpse, Ling Chen waved his hand to summon the sickle spirit soldiers and the golden spirit armor behind him without saying a word.
His spiritual consciousness penetrated the two treasures and directly erased the remaining spiritual consciousness of the fallen Brother Sickle. He first put the two treasures into storage bags. Ling Chen looked at the fierce fighting outside the peaks of Taiyi Sect. The demonic energy around him
As soon as he moved, he fled directly to the top of Mingqi Peak.
Weird————————
The quiet dense forest path winds its way to the top of Mingqi Peak. Compared with the huge commotion of the fighting outside, the path on Mingqi Peak is surprisingly quiet, with not a single disciple around - even so quiet.
It's a bit breathless. It feels particularly depressing...
"Hulala!" Suddenly, the dense forest blocking the light above the head began to throb. Ling Chen raised his head and looked up into the sky of the dense forest.
A staggering figure fell from the dense branches, and its sudden arrival disturbed the tranquility on this dense forest path. Ling Chen's face was filled with shock, and he looked suspiciously at the blood-stained figure lying on the bluestone steps.
man.
The flying sword was withdrawn, and a bloody arrow emerged from the chest of the man in white robe on the ground. He slowly turned around. Looking at the familiar face of this man, Ling Chen was shocked in his heart. He stepped out with his front foot and disappeared in an instant.
, appeared in front of the man in the blood-stained shirt, stretched out his hand and grasped the man's main artery.
The man whose face was stained with blood coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked at Ling Chen who suddenly appeared in front of him with a weak look:
"What a pity. I am absolutely useless. But if I can see Senior Brother Ling again before I die, my death will be clean." A Kun's words were wrong, but Ling Chen could see that he had thought of it.
Other things.
That's right, this man with a huge sword stuck in his chest is none other than A Kun, whom he hadn't seen for three years. He was a disciple of the small mess hall at Xie Yun Peak back then.
Back then, Ling Chen gave him the Taiyi Sword Art. Now when we met again, he was already wearing the clothes of an outer disciple of the Taiyi Sect. This shows how hard A Kun has worked in the past few years...
When we were at Xie Yun Peak, every bit of life with A Kun, thought to be lost memory fragments, slowly appeared in front of Ling Chen's eyes.
Ling Chen always remembers that the look of yearning for the outer disciples often appeared on the face of this somewhat thin junior brother——
The blood stained A Kun's white teeth, and it was so painful to see. He held Ling Chen's arm tightly. A Kun's eyes showed pain, disappointment, and a trace of expectation. At this moment, Ling Chen
He didn't know what to say or what to say. Facing this junior brother, he was unexpectedly silent.
It was he who gave him the Taiyi Sword Art and helped him embark on the bloody storm of the underworld. But at the same time, he was also the one who buried A Kun with his own hands.