Chapter 474: Zoom in

Once again, the scene fell into a mysterious silence, almost everyone's head was a little bit covered, what happened just now?
With one stroke, Ling Jiao slashed with only one stroke, tearing a group of scary skeletons, which made people desperately embarrassed, confused, and confused.
What means is that? too terrifying.
Ling Jiao, who was caught in the pretense mode, stood in front of the crowd, holding a big knife in his arms, and looked a little dissatisfied at the opposite evil demon.
What is it? It's so powerful that it hangs with one stroke. I haven't tried my best yet.
"You ..." The ugly face of the evil demon jerks twitched, looking at Ling Jiao for a moment without knowing what to say.
Am I wrong? Those skeletons you made yourself are parallel imports? Or was it dropped?
Seeing that the other party did not answer, Ling Jiao shook his head and came to Bai Yang and whispered, "I think it's a bit wrong."
"What's wrong?" Bai Yang stunned, is there anything wrong that you can solve the problem with one stroke?
Scratching his head, Ling Jiao said a little uncertainly: "That's the case, look, this is a monk in the realm of Shinto, right?"
"Well, then?" Aspen nodded, what the did you say?
"So, it should be very tough and difficult to deal with, but it doesn't look good now." Ling Jiao was very entangled.
Poplar didn't understand, and was a little hesitant, asking, "What on earth are you going to express?"
"When I went down the mountain, the master told me that my strength was actually sloppy. Although it is the cultivation of the martial arts realm, I can kill anyone down the mountain and let me keep a low profile, but you see The skeleton of the Shinto real person is not strong at all, and the people around them seem to be weak. What is going on? "Ling Jiao was tangled.
After blinking, Bai Yang understood that this guy ’s master is absolutely the kind of fierce man who has nowhere to go. Even he said that Ling Jiao ’s strength is so sloppy. It is estimated that it is a recognition of Ling Jiao. He went down.
The reason why it is described so carelessly is that his master must measure it with his own strength. Can it be the same?
Silent in his heart, Bai Yang felt that his master was sloppy, and the ghost knew whether it was sloppy in the realm of grand masters or sloppy in the realm of kings and kings. Do you know that you are bullying people compared with those at the bottom of the rivers and lakes?
Are you sorry
I want to understand, Poplar is not a little bit broken, in fact, the other party is also good, so as not to know that he is actually breeding a proud mentality, so that he has always maintained this low-key mentality, and occasionally a fatal invisible pretend to feel hanging. ...
Patting his shoulder, Bai Yang sympathetically said: "To be honest, your strength is really sloppy, don't believe it, I know a guy, he is also a martial arts realm, and a sword made of a broken piece of wood may be able to do it for you. Get down, so don't be arrogant, I'll tell you "
"Also, it ’s not that the Shinto monster is not clever. You did n’t hear it. The other party said that it was playing. Since it was playing the other party, it was not serious. It will be enlarged in a moment. You pay attention ... uh, That's about it, okay? "
After listening to Bai Yang's words, Ling Jiao nodded deeply: "I understand. Fortunately, you remind me, otherwise I will underestimate the heroes of the world. If that's the case, I am afraid I do n’t know how to die. Then Where is the master of wood chips you said? I want to have a chance with him if I have a chance. "
"Have a chance" Poplar nodded earnestly, and almost did not show any internal injuries.
After a few conversations, Ling Jiao turned and continued to look at the Shinto demon over there, earnestly waiting for the other party to zoom in.
There is no harm without comparison. He thinks he is low-key, but forgets the feelings of those around him ...
The skeletal skeleton that the evil demon finally made was finally broken into pieces, and the anger of the mood can be imagined.
The God of God reacted for a moment, staring at Ling Jiao and screaming: "Damn, it, you dare to destroy my baby. I want you to smash the corpse into pieces and make your skins. The lantern is hanging from the door! "
"Where's your big move? Just let go of your mouth?" Ling Jiao came without a word.
This sentence almost did not cause cruel blows to the Shinto demon. He regarded Ling Jiao's words as contempt and provocation, and immediately sneered: "You want to be 50% you!"
As he said, he stood up and pressed down.
Huh ...
Suddenly, the closed area was raging with violent winds, and endless black gas emerged out of thin air, turning into a series of sharp black fronts, eerie and weird, filling the whole world.
"What the is this!"
"Ah I……"
Suddenly, screams started.
The endless dark fog swept across the world, and the temperature dropped instantly by dozens of degrees!
Those black mangs cut across people's bodies, and shredded human bodies like tofu. There was no blood flowing, but all the bodies that were shredded by black mangs became black ice dumplings at the first time!
"Hei Sha Yin Dao, each person who dies can collect his resentment, anger, and divine anger to refine it together. Lao Tzu is angry, and let you guys taste the taste of thousands of swords. I will tear you up! "
The eerie edge swept the world, and the voice of the evil demon was roaring.
When these so-called black evil swords flooded the world for the first time, at least hundreds of people were torn up and their bodies turned into dark ice crickets.
People are in danger at all times, and they have always been careful to prevent them. When these millions of black evil swords swept away, their resistance seemed so pale and weak.
The so-called Zhenqi Zhenyuan simply cannot resist this weird edge. Some people are really trying to resist, but there is a flash of blackness. There is no fluctuation in the Qi, but the human body is bizarrely split into two halves!
In particular, many of the warriors who practiced the icy attributes of icy cold, when the black mang came, their innocence was contaminated and turned into a part of the black mang to harm themselves!
No one can stop it, thousands of warriors are shredded into pieces!
There is sword air and sword mang in the sky, but it will have a slight impact on those black mangs, everyone is desperate ...
The so-called black evil sword is a method of Shinto monks, not an entity. It exists between existence and non-existence. It is tangible and intangible. The true energy and authenticity cultivated by the warrior is a release of energy. It is physical means, of course, physical means cannot affect these tangible and inexistent existence!
"Ha ha ha, die, originally I wanted to play with you, now I'm angry, not playing anymore, all die for me!" The evil demon snarled.
In such a tragic scene, only three people were intact, namely Bai Yang Lingjiao and Huang Lao.
Huang Lao's face was horrified at this time, his face was getting paler and paler, and he was dumbfounded when he looked at the horrible pictures around him. They came to cut off demons and remove demons, but now it seems they are to die.
Countless people around are dying, except he is not fart, those dreadful black mangs disappeared magically after approaching him, which made him wonder what the situation was.
Still, he felt getting colder and colder, and although he didn't know what was going on, he felt that he would soon be the same as everyone else.
Bai Yang saw it really. The reason why Huang Lao was safe and sound under this endless black evil sword was actually because of his merit and his integrity.
As a warrior, he can't see himself, but he has been endowed with this kind of thing by his good deeds all his life. The black evil sword belongs to the evil means, restrained by the mighty righteousness and merit of golden light, which can hurt him. That's strange.
But he is not a Shinto monk, he cannot use these mighty righteousness and merit, and can only be regarded as a passive skill, and it is consumed quickly under the endless black evil sword.
Bai Yang estimates that in less than two minutes, the virtuous righteousness and merit accumulated by doing good things in his life will be consumed!
Another reason why Ling Jiao is okay is not that he has the so-called golden merit or mighty righteous body, but that the secret operation is resisting.
Maybe he felt the threat. His instinctual movement was resisted by the real element. The body was filled with the rising sun, and the surrounding air was distorted. It was like an oven. Those terrible black evil swords were resisted by the hot element. He caused harm.
At this moment Ling Jiao was horrified and a little dazed, but instinctively used the real element to resist, and he did not understand that Mao's own real element could resist these terrible black evil spirits.
He didn't understand himself, but Bai Yang looked really well under the eyes of Hui.
The ghost knows what martial arts practice this Lingjiao practice, and it can actually communicate that the qi of heaven and earth surrounds him against the black evil sword. I'm afraid he doesn't know it himself. It is also possible that his master is a scam. He didn't tell him that this kind of exercises and this kind of characteristics.
As far as Bai Yang is okay for Mao, it is not because he used the same Shinto method to resist. As a Shinto monk from the wild road, he had no practice at all.
The reason why it ’s okay is to resist with a power flame. This flame uses spiritual power as fuel. It is not a spell but is more fierce than it is. In the words of Earth people, this is called power. In the words of this world Shinto monk, this is Talents are superb, more powerful than the hard-working skills.
At this moment, Poplar was a little awkward. Although the power flame was only a thin layer covering the body surface ~ EbookFREE.me ~ However, the temperature was high, so the clothes turned into fly ash, and only the key positions could be covered by hands.
On him, only the space bag on the neck and the two chains were not burned, the others were gone, and they became clean and slippery.
"Shinto monks are really powerful, I really underestimated them," Ling Jiao said to himself in horror. At this moment, he completely agreed with Bai Yang's words that flickered before him.
Instead of flinching, he stared at the shinning monk who was looming among the endless black awns. "Is this your big move? It is really powerful, but I still have to compare with you!"
As he said, he slowly lifted the dark straight back knife in his hand.
He doesn't care about the people who are dying around. He just wants to learn about the war-prone ...

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