Lu Zhanyan had no suspicion of fraud at all. Although he was wary in his heart, his mind still entered the ring, preparing to take out the strange object.
The moment his thoughts entered the ring, a snow-white bird directly broke through the body's shield, penetrated the body, and entered inside.
"Ah! You are so cruel, you dare to plot against me." In just a few seconds, Lu Zhanyan, who was in great pain, knew that Xiaoyu was cruel and determined to fight him to the death.
Endless evil energy wrapped around the fist, Xiaoyu struck out and united all evils. Thousands of evil thoughts kept rising, and the power in his fists was raised. He struck out with ten times the power, parting the evil rain and punching through the evil mist.
The shadow of the fist merged with more evil energy, and its power increased to a terrifying level. It broke the shield of magic light and knocked Lu Zhanyan thousands of feet away. A fist mark on his chest was dented for more than ten feet, and blood spurted out from his mouth. A corrosive and vicious magic power began to flow from the fist mark.
The medium eroded Lu Zhanyan's body, making this man look extremely ferocious.
Xiaoyu Fist did not stop, and fired nine punches in a row. Each punch was exerted with all his strength, and ten times the power was unleashed. At this moment, although the black evil light did not overflow with brilliance, its more terrifying power was undoubtedly highlighted. These nine punches were fired one after another.
, the evil energy surrounding the attack made countless sonic boom sounds.
Lu Zhanyan howled in pain, and his soul thoughts covered thousands of miles around and strangled him. Several of them hit Xiaoyu's thighs and arms and penetrated directly. His face was twisted in pain.
Seeing nine dark evil lights roaring towards him, wanting to kill him completely, Lu Zhanyan shouted ferociously: "Bastard, I will definitely kill you today."
The misty brilliance kept overflowing from Lu Zhanyan's body. This power was vast and majestic. Once it was revealed, it spread hundreds of miles of evil mist and evil rain around it. Countless rays of light began to shine brilliantly, and the colorful lights adhered to the tip of the Tianbao sword.
It changed, and finally compressed and reached the tip of the sword, turning into a flash of purple.
The meaning of death! The real meaning of death began to envelope Xiaoyu's body. The aura of fate kept warning him. Leng's body could hardly move out. As long as this person wielded this sword, Xiaoyu would escape no matter how he tried.
Everyone will be killed here.
In the midst of the crisis, Xiaoyu's face twisted and he roared: "The world of mortals."
Desperate screams roared out in bursts of sound waves, and the mortal world flew out of Lu Zhanyan's legal body. When he saw this man, he drew out his sword and shouted ferociously: "Master Bird will drill your asshole."
The indestructible beak penetrated directly into the person's ass, stirring it violently.
"Ah!" The bird's anus exploded straight away. This kind of pain was simply unbearable. This bit of light could no longer be exerted and poured out towards the front.
The infinite texture brings out the traces of the great road, breaking through the nine evil fists, revealing the truth of the great road. The irreversible sword marks evaporate and split the evil mist and rain of thousands of miles. The stone slab of thousands of miles is cut in two by this sword light.
Half, ten feet deep, in the crack, the light of the strands flashes and blends.
After using this sword, Lu Zhanyan's face turned gray, his black hair turned into white hair, his whole body aged rapidly, his plump body was sunken, and in an instant, only a layer of skin remained, the golden elixir seeds in his abdomen were dim, and his eighty thousand soul thoughts were desolate.
All of them disappeared.
The red dust flew out of Lu Zhanyan's body and turned into a stream of light that stopped in the air, while he kept retching in his mouth.
Putting up a layer of Dharma light shield to protect against the evil rain in the sky, Lu Zhanyan shouted miserably: "The hound is dead on Zhongxu Mountain. Fellow Taoist, we have fought until now and I haven't seen your true face. Now I will completely eliminate you."
, can you let me see who killed and then attacked?"
A figure emerged from the evil mist. He was wearing a Qingfengmingyue robe and Bahuang soap lobe shoes. He was seven feet tall and had an ordinary face.
"If you can strike out with that sword, I will die." Xiaoyu looked at the three disasters in front of him calmly.
Lu Zhanyan's eyes were about to burst open as he looked at the figure in the Soul Condensing Realm in front of him. There was no hatred or violence in his eyes, only an endless look of disbelief: "It's you? The Soul Condensing Realm forced me to use the final
sword."
"Don't you think it's incredible?" Xiaoyu looked at the person in front of him. The Taoist robe was full of holes. Only a layer of skin was left in the decayed body, and all the flesh and blood had been absorbed by the marks of the sword.
After hearing this, Lu Zhanyan's expression slowly calmed down. The Dharma Light Shield was distorted and seemed to be broken by the evil rain: "I can't believe, I really can't believe that I, Lu Zhanyan, have survived countless disasters for thousands of years, but now I am buried in a mere condensation.
In the hands of the soul, it’s a pity that the sky is playing tricks on people.”
Xiaoyu remained silent. The person in front of him had no grievances against him, but in order to become an immortal and for eternity, the two sides had to fight with their lives. Although Xiaoyu won in the end, his end may not be much better than this person's in the future.
There are simply too many enemies, too many to count.
Seeing Xiaoyu's silence, Lu Zhanyan took out a Dharma scroll from his arms, struggled for a long time, and finally threw it towards Xiaoyu: "Take it."
After catching the scroll, Xiaoyu looked at the person: "What is it?"
"See for yourself, I wanted to destroy it, but suddenly I thought it would be a good idea to give it to you. Kill the three disasters with the soul-condensing realm. Throughout the ages, I have never heard of anyone who can do it. Maybe you will take the road of cultivation.
Farther away." Lu Zhanyan said calmly.
"Actually, I didn't win against you. If you swing that last sword, I will die." Xiaoyu was silent for a moment and spoke slowly.
"No matter what, you survived, but I have to die. In this world, even luck can be regarded as a kind of strength." Lu Zhanyan glanced at Hongchen, who was still vomiting.
"You don't hate me?" Xiaoyu asked.
"Hate? I, Lu Zhanyan, came to this stone statue three times. Every time I saw countless people killing each other and dying. They have no hatred. Just like you and me, we fight for the opportunity to become an immortal and fight for that extremely difficult opportunity. So, hate,
It’s no big deal, you and I are only fighting for our own interests, and no one can blame anyone for being killed.”
The evil rain fell one after another, finally breaking through Lu Zhanyan's magic light shield and washing down. In just a moment, the skin of Lu Zhanyan's magic body was washed away, leaving only a skeleton.
"What else do you wish for?" Xiaoyu asked, facing the skeleton in front of him.
"The Lu Family of the Universe Star was buried." The skeleton made its final voice, and the golden elixir seeds shattered. The body truly died here, and the Tao disappeared.
Silently put away the three-disaster skeleton and waited to return to the universe star to fulfill his last wish. At the same time, his will entered this scroll. This is the supreme spell, and its name is the Ultimate Three Swords.
This method is divided into the earth sword, which cuts out the supreme sword intention and breaks through the void of space; the heaven sword, which cuts through the sky of time and space and destroys the resistance of the Tao; the last sword is the ultimate sword that Lu Zhanyan used at the moment.
The sword burns out the truth of the great truth at the cost of one's own life span, cultivation, and soul. A human being is sacrificed to the sword to exert its true invincible power, a little light, and crush the enemy of life and death.
After a cursory look, Xiaoyu couldn't help but sigh, the person who created these three swords was really an earth-shattering person. It was just a matter of concentrating the three swords and bringing out the principles of the swords. It was truly a generation of talented people who came out in great numbers.
Raise outstanding people.
Putting away the Dharma scroll, Xiaoyu looked at the bird-man in Hongchen.
"Have you had enough retching? Let's go. Kill two more people and you can enter the fourth floor." Xiaoyu looked at Hongchen who was still vomiting.
"You still dare to say, do you believe that Master Bird has also exploded your anus?" Hongchen turned Bird's head and stared at Xiaoyu's ass.
Xiaoyu's butt was tight, and he didn't know what it felt like to be fucked by the world of mortals, but seeing Lu Zhanyan in so much pain that he couldn't even execute his final killing move made him realize it. Life would be worse than death, and I'm afraid I can't even describe it.
(Hongchen turns his head again and stares at the readers: "You haven't voted yet, do you believe that Lord Bird has also exploded your anus? Hmm!")
"Okay, let's go. The crisis was so severe earlier that there was nothing we could do!" Xiaoyu had no choice but to persuade this man.
Only then did Hongchen sink into Xiaoyu's arms and threatened: "Remember, you are not allowed to tell anyone else what happened today."
"Don't worry." Xiaoyu promised, his eyes were like starlight, looking to the west, he turned into demonic energy and flew away.
Twenty thousand miles away in the west, two forces of creation are entangled endlessly, and soul thoughts attack each other. In the space of confrontation, the evil mist of thousands of miles is separated on both sides, and the light of creation emits infinite power, which can be sensed thousands of miles away.
There are two figures. The one on the left has a seven-inch beard and a skinny figure. His body is wearing a soaring black eagle robe, and he is holding a nine-story pagoda of Tianbao. Every time he is suppressed, the phantoms of various beasts fly out to kill them.
The figure on the right is holding a brush and waving it in the air, reflecting various broken mountains and rivers. These mountains and rivers are as picturesque as a brush. Every time he kills, he has a sense of assimilating to the real person.
This chapter was published late. I took my son to get vaccinated in the morning and he didn’t go to bed until now.dd