Lin Pingsheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked around.
There were countless onlookers around, all looking at him with longing in their eyes.
Ever since the Demon Guard invaded, the war between him and his brother has continued. The Chaos Civilization has been in the flames of war for a long time. Many monks are eager to live a peaceful life of cultivation. If the Demon Guard wins this time, the Chaos Civilization will fall to the Demon Guard.
With the hands of a guard, there will be endless troubles.
As the emperor of Chaos Civilization, he would never allow such a thing to happen.
"There is no word of surrender in my dictionary unless I die."
"Then I'll give you a ride."
Lan Jia snorted coldly, stopped talking, turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated, and his body disappeared in an instant.
This was his best stealth attack. This was not the first time Lin Ping had fought against the opponent, and he suddenly became serious.
"Lin Pingsheng, focus on your heart and feel the fluctuations with your heart." Master Yuanming shouted from the audience.
You can't see it with the naked eye, you can only feel it with your heart.
Lin Pingsheng closed his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness spread out instantly, feeling the fluctuations in the surrounding space.
The next sound, he suddenly moved, condensed the divine sword in his right hand, and struck out with one sword.
Boom!
An earth-shattering explosion.
The magic knife in Lan Jia's hand collided with his lightsaber.
"So what if you can detect my position? Otherwise, you will lose. I'll just waste more energy."
Lan Jia snorted coldly, and the overwhelming demonic energy surged into the magic sword, knocking Lin Pingsheng flying out.
Lin Pingsheng almost took off the sword with both hands, and flew back. Thousands of sword lights were fired out, intertwined into a sword net, and fell down on his head.
In terms of the strength of his energy, the opponent is clearly superior to him. Since he doesn't use force to fight, he just wants to win through magical power.
"Lin Pingsheng, it's hard for you to win against me on your own. Don't you have the ancient mythical beast Purple Gold Dragon? Do you still want to keep it as your trump card? If you could light it up earlier, you might be able to block it for a while." Lan
Jia sneered and split the sword net with one sword.
"Fourteen Swords of Floating Life, Heavenly Slash."
Lin Pingsheng held the sword with both hands, condensing all his energy on the sword, and the sword merged into one, killing him head-on.
The Fusheng Sword originally only had the twelfth form. After being defeated by Lin Zhongsheng's drug, during the rest period, he created the thirteenth form. This form is much more powerful than the twelfth form, and its power has been increased.
Several levels.
A monstrous sword path seemed to split the entire universe in half.
"That's it?"
Lan Jia's magic sword pointed at the sky and turned into a pillar holding up the sky.
The next moment, Lin Pingsheng's sword fell and stopped a hundred feet above Lan Jia's head, unable to cut down.
"You haven't accepted your fate yet? You can't beat me at all." Lan Jia sneered.
Lin Pingsheng didn't reply and continued to attack, his sword skills were monstrous.
The two of them fought in mid-air, and the situation was so terrifying that the low-level monks could not even see the shadows of the two of them.
Master Yuanming frowned. He could see that Lin Pingsheng was completely suppressed by Lan Jia in terms of momentum. If this continued, defeat would be inevitable sooner or later.
"Lan Jia can become the acting Demon Guard Commander. How can he be qualified without any strength?" Xiao Henshui glanced at Master Yuanming and said, "Don't have any illusions. You will definitely lose this battle."
"Xiao Henshui, don't make a conclusion too early, just wait and see!"
Just as he was talking, Lin Pingsheng suddenly let out a dragon roar, and a giant purple dragon sprang out from his body, turning into a curtain that covered the sky.
Lin Pingsheng dodged and landed on Zijin Dragon with overwhelming momentum.
"The Purple Gold Dragon has come out, and the Emperor finally counterattacked."
"The Purple Gold Dragon is one of the only two divine beasts in the fourth-level universe. This time Lan Jia is finished."
"Chaos civilization will never fall into the hands of the Demon Guard."
Some onlookers outside the venue suddenly became excited. They all looked at the Zijin Dragon and discussed it one after another.
"Zijinlong, in today's battle, I will narrowly escape death. Are you willing to fight side by side with me?" Lin Pingsheng shouted.
The purple golden dragon seemed to understand his voice. The dragon's head looked up to the sky and roared. Purple lightning shot up into the sky and turned into a thunderbolt.
"superior."
Although the Purple Gold Dragon is huge in size, it is so fast that it is almost invisible to the naked eye.
Standing on the purple gold dragon, Lin Pingsheng performed a series of swordsmanship, which merged with the purple lightning of the purple gold dragon to produce a very terrifying attack.
Lan Jia smiled slightly, and his body turned into black smoke again and dissipated, dodging in countless sword paths, like a boat in the tide. No matter how powerful Lin Pingsheng's attacks were, they just couldn't hit him. He was like a ghost.
"Lanjia, besides hiding, what else can you do?" Lin Pingsheng couldn't help but shouted after repeated attacks to no avail.
"I want you to live a little longer, are you so impatient to die?" The black smoke condensed and turned into the appearance of Lan Jia. He cut his finger with the magic knife, and droplets of blood fell onto the magic knife.
superior.
"In that case, I'll give you a ride."
After drinking the blood, the magic sword glowed brightly, became larger in size, and transformed into ten thousand feet, exuding a ghostly aura.
"Be careful, this is the blood-drinking demon sword." Master Yuanming reminded.
Above Lan Jia's head, a huge demonic shadow appeared, holding a magic knife in his hand, and chopped it down at the same time as Lan Jia.
The universe was pitch black, as if the end was coming, and the space was shattered inch by inch due to the power of this sword.
"Purple Gold Dragon, enter."
Lin Pingsheng shouted loudly, and his strength surged, shining like the sun.
The power of the knife in his hand seemed to increase several times in an instant.
"Is this... using the power of the Star Stone? So what?"
Lan Jia bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the magic knife.
The two forces finally collided together.
The indescribable explosion of power turned into a cosmic storm, causing onlookers to retreat one after another.
The two retreated and flew out again.
There was blood at the corner of Lan Jia's mouth, but Lin's life was much more tragic. His clothes were broken and his flesh and blood were a mess.
Even the purple gold dragon's scales fell off one after another and it roared endlessly.
Everyone around was shocked. They never imagined that Lan Jia's magic sword could be so terrifying. Lin Ping vividly used the power of the star stone, and even the purple gold dragon was no match. This was too scary!
"Come again." Lin Pingsheng shouted.
"If you really want to come again, this time, you will be so frightened that you won't even be able to leave your bones." Lan Jia reminded.
"Since ancient times, no one has ever died. After living for hundreds of thousands of years, I have lived enough."
Lin Pingsheng held the long sword tightly, preparing to use the power of the star stone again. Unfortunately, he was too seriously injured and his energy was gone. No matter how he encountered the energy, he could not use it, and he could not even condense the sword light.
Ouch!
The Purple Gold Dragon roared and rushed towards Lan Jia, spitting out a piece of blue lightning.
"You really think you are a mythical beast and you don't know whether to live or die."
Lan Jia's magic sword slashed out, causing a huge sword wound on Zijin Dragon's body, almost splitting it in half, and blood fell like rain.
The Purple Gold Dragon wailed, fell from the air, and landed on the planet, losing the ability to fly.
Without the Purple Gold Dragon, Lin Pingsheng would have lost his right arm and would have no chance of winning.
"Lin Pingsheng, give in!"
Master Yuanming suddenly spoke to stop the two of them from continuing to attack.