Liang Shaochong paid no attention to how the opponent's swordsmanship changed. His finger remained unchanged and he still stabbed it directly.
"You're really looking for death!"
When Chen Shuilin saw Liang Shaochong being so aggressive, a murderous aura as vicious as a sharp sword shot out from his eyes. A terrifying sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. A swirling light appeared on the tip of the sword in his hand, and he struck directly at Liang Shaochong's left arm, trying to kill him.
His entire left arm was crushed.
"Ding!"[
The fingers and the sword collided, making a crisp clashing sound.
"Blow it up!"
Chen Shuilin's eyes showed a ferocious look, and his eyes showed excitement, but at this moment, his face suddenly turned pale, as if his heart was hit hard, and he realized that his sharp sword light not only failed to twist Liang Shaochong's arm.
burst.
Instead, he felt a strange energy flowing into his body along the long sword.
This weird energy seemed like a series of iron chains and shackles, entangling the veins in his body layer by layer.
As a low-level pulse warrior, the veins in the body are the source of power. If even the pulse gates are locked by iron chains, the power of the whole body will hardly be exerted.
"Why are you so arrogant? Go to hell!"
Liang Shaochong snorted coldly, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he thrust forward suddenly, rushing in front of Chen Shuilin. All the pulse power in his body poured into his right fist, causing the air in front to make a crackling sound.
call!
A single punch is like a giant ax tearing open a mountain or a giant elephant uprooting a tree.
All the pulse power poured into Chen Shuilin's body, constantly destroying his vitality. There was a "crackling" sound in his body, blood spurted out from his mouth, and his voice was like a ball being thrown high, and then he fell heavily on the ground.
, died.
"You killed a low-level pulse warrior at the third level of the pulse gate and got 300 points. Your total score now is 3180 points." In Liang Shaochong's mind, that empty voice immediately came.
"What?" Almost everyone present was shocked.
How could Chen Shuilin be a low-level pulse warrior at the third level of the pulse gate, so how could he be killed by the opponent as soon as he met him? Even the tall and thin man who had been standing beside Hong Feiyi had a startling light in his eyes.
"I'm so angry. Zeng Xiangfei, kill him!" Hong Feiyi was furious, his eyes were glaring, as if he had become a wild beast that chose people to devour, staring at Liang Shaochong viciously.
As soon as he finished speaking, another man suddenly spun around and jumped up. His body made a half arc in the void, and with the sound of breaking wind, like a tiger attacking a rabbit, it shot toward Liang Shaochong like lightning.
I saw this man, suddenly a thick blood mist surged around his body, gathered and rose, and quickly formed a blood river, surrounding his body, and waved his hands together.
call!
Suddenly, ten finger lights appeared from between Zeng Xiangfei's hands, flashing, carrying rolling blood, making a crackling sound like bones, and swung down hard towards Liang Shaochong.[
Zeng Xiangfei is also a low-level pulse warrior at the third level of pulse gate, but he has a high-level Huangpin pulse gate, which is far superior to Chen Shuilin.
Liang Shaochong suddenly took a step forward, not retreating but advancing, still pointing out.
This finger is completely different from the one just now.
I saw a dazzling purple light erupting from Liang Shaochong's fingertips, like a dazzling sun, and a clear "Ya Demon True God Diagram" turned into a force of energy and shot towards Zeng Xiangfei.
good!
The True God Yamo in the "Picture of the True God Yamo" is no longer the king with a one-foot-long holy horn, but Liang Shaochong suppresses the cultivation in his body and only exposes about an inch of the holy horn.
"Hmm! This is the 'Picture of the True God of Ya Demon'!" Zeng Xiangfei was startled and did not dare to fight, so he flew back and jumped back.
But Liang Shaochong let the opponent go, and immediately rushed forward, like an arrow missing from a crossbow, and pounced on Zeng Xiangfei in the air.
"You've fallen into a trap!"
Zeng Xiangfei was not surprised but overjoyed. The river of blood surrounding him was like thousands of wild horses running wild, setting off thousands of bright red crystal sprays. He raised his hand and punched him.
This punch was so powerful that huge whirlpools immediately appeared in front of the fist, layer upon layer, like several roaring dragons, swooping over, and the thunderous sound of war drums resounded.
It forms a magic flower that is more than three feet tall, constantly changing, and showing its teeth and claws.
It turned out that Zeng Xiangfei discovered that although Liang Shaochong had practiced the "Purple Sky Heart Sutra", his cultivation level was not very high and he had only reached the second level, so he retreated in order to advance, deliberately making Liang Shaochong think that he was afraid of the opponent's "Ya Demon True God".
Picture", which made Liang Shaochong fooled.
"Really?" Mr. Liang smiled faintly and clapped his hand.
This palm is light and soft.
Zeng Xiangfei said with a ferocious smile: "Boy, don't think that just because you have practiced the "Purple Sky Heart Sutra", you can look after others. Your cultivation level is still far behind? How dare you block the way with your strength?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Liang Shaochong's palm movements changed.
Boom!
I saw a dazzling purple light erupting from Liang Shaochong's palm. A giant who was one foot tall, covered with purple-gold scales, and with a three-inch-high sacred horn on his head suddenly jumped out, opened his mouth, and suddenly
vomit.
A huge tiger head immediately rushed out from the front, opened its huge mouth, bit down, and swallowed the opponent's attack.
"What? It's actually the Ya Mo True God with a three-inch sacred horn!" Everyone on Hong Feiyi's side was shocked. You know, even among them, few of them can condense the Ya Mo True God with a three-inch sacred horn.
Come.
Zeng Xiangfei was even more shocked and did not dare to fight anymore. He immediately opened his arms and wanted to retreat towards Hong Feiyi and others.
"It's too late to leave now!"[
Liang Shaochong roared angrily, and he pounced forward like a tiger descending from a mountain, a divine dragon coming out of the water, bullying him behind him, and punching him out, like a tiger and a lion roaring, swallowing thousands of miles with anger, a gold-armed and iron horse, and hitting him firmly with one punch
Zeng Xiangfei's vest.
"Bang!"
The force of the punch penetrated Zeng Xiangfei's body, and a hole exploded in Zeng Xiangfei's chest. His sternum was shattered, and bone and blood flew everywhere.
"Ah!" Zeng Xiangfei let out a sharp and piercing scream, as if he had experienced countless tortures in hell, which was horrifying. Then he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, and fell straight to the ground.
Never move again.
"You killed a low-level pulse warrior with a high-level pulse gate and a third-level pulse gate, and got 500 points. Your total score now is 3680 points." At the same time, in Liang Shaochong's mind, that
The empty voice reminded him of the change in his grades in time.
Everyone on Hong Feiyi's side stood up, exuding a murderous aura, and stared angrily at Liang Shaochong.
Among them, Hong Feiyi was even more furious. The anger was burning in his chest, and it was constantly accumulating and expanding. His eyes were flashing red, as if he was crazy, and he yelled angrily: "Boy, who are you? You can actually condense three inches of holy horns."
The True God of Ya Demon is not a famous person, so why haven’t I seen you in the Holy Cult before?”
Although he was so angry that he immediately wanted to kill Liang Shaochong, but after seeing the other party perform the "Purple Sky Heart Sutra", he had to ask clearly?
Unexpectedly, Liang Shaochong didn't give him face, didn't even look at him, turned around, and slowly walked towards the woman with a black cloth on her head and blood all over her body.
"Stop! Aren't you afraid of the wrath of His Highness Demon Lord Ling Tiefei?" Seeing Liang Shaochong's demeanor, Hong Feiyi became even more furious and shouted loudly.
Unexpectedly, Liang Shaochong still went his own way and continued walking towards the direction.
"Boy, you are so presumptuous. Even if you are a confidant of His Highness Demonic Prince Chen Xiaofeng, you can't be so polite!" Hong Feiyi was so angry that his face turned from white to green, with veins popping out on his sun. His eyes were wide open, full of anger.
** came out of **eyes.
When Hong Feiyi saw Liang Shaochong's arrogant expression, he didn't take them seriously at all. He thought that Liang Shaochong was just like them, a person sent by His Highness Chen Xiaofeng to assist Gongsun Yang.
Liang Shaochong wanted this kind of effect. He suddenly turned around, with a slight smile on his face, and said slowly: "I am only loyal to the leader and His Highness Chen Xiaofeng. I will not even take him seriously. Your Highness Chen Xiaofeng."
As I said, He Yunyun plays an important role and no one can kill her."
"Good boy, you are indeed a confidant of His Highness Demon Prince Chen Xiaofeng, how can you not take His Highness Demon Prince Ling Tiefei into your eyes?" Hong Feiyi shouted with anger, his cheeks trembling slightly.
Tang Qinfei, Duan Kezhang, Sang Tianfei and others all knew Liang Shaochong's true identity, but they did not expect that Liang Shaochong's arrogant demeanor made Hong Feiyi take advantage of him, thinking that Liang Shaochong was a member of His Royal Highness Chen Mozi. He was stunned at first, and then...
A knowing smile was the only way to save He Yunyun's life.
"Mr. Liang, let me introduce you. This person is Junior Brother Hong Feiyi, a close confidant of His Highness Ling Mozi. This time, he also brought the password of His Highness Ling Mozi to assist the little girl. I think you two might as well slow down this person for a while.
, are you okay?" Tang Qinfei's eyes turned and she said immediately.
Hong Feiyi stared at Liang Shaochong with sharp eyes, like a sharp sword: "Your surname is Liang. I heard that there is a very trusted confidant beside His Highness Chen Mozi, named Liang Huatai. Is that you?"
"What do you think? I have long heard that His Highness Ling Mozi has a confidant named Hong Feiyi. I heard that this person is also a genius. He has the pulse sense of a high-level mysterious weapon and can condense the five-inch holy horn of the Yamo True God.
Don’t you think it’s just a bunch of shit to me?” Liang Shaochong smiled slightly and said unhurriedly.
Hong Feiyi first heard Liang Shaochong praise him, and couldn't help showing a proud look on his face. But then he heard his curse words, and immediately became furious. He took out a dark token from his body, waved it in front of Liang Shaochong, and shouted in a cold voice: "Boy, why don't you hurry up?"
Kneel down for me."
The center of this token is engraved with a lifelike true god of Yamo, who is covered in scales and armor. He is about ten inches tall, and the sacred horn on his head is extremely long, standing at one-third of its length.
A majestic aura bloomed from the Ya Mo True God King on the token, rolling like a tide, as majestic as a mountain, exuding bursts of noble and sacred aura from his whole body, as if he were a high-ranking king who ruled all walks of life.
.
On the other side of the token, there is a big character "Ling" engraved on it.