"What kind of sword skill is this?"
The black substance that Tun Ling transformed into kept trembling, as if showing his shock.
"Such sword skills should not exist in an inferior world!"
His body collapsed bit by bit, and the black substance sometimes became solid, sometimes liquid, sometimes gaseous, and then suddenly disappeared at a certain moment.
As if completely erased from the world.
When Tun Ling discovered this, his heart trembled with slight fear, but he also had a trace of luck.
Lin Ming had just broken through to the realm of wonderful enlightenment.
No matter how evil he is, he can kill his opponent across two realms at most.
Now, the realm of swallowing spirits is in the realm of extraordinary saints, and Lin Ming's realm is separated from him by four major realms (the realm of Taihe, the realm of Taoism, the realm of saints, and the realm of extraordinary saints).
According to Tun Ling's knowledge, from ancient times to the present, absolutely no one can kill an enemy four levels higher than himself through his own power.
"If I hadn't been enveloped in the crushing force of the blood-red spear, I wouldn't have even used the strength of a finger to kill a junior like you."
"You are not human at all, why did you say it with your fingers?" Lin Ming joked, the cyan brilliance of the Jingxian Sword in his hand remained the same.
Tun Ling didn't think it was strange, but laughed:
"Your world holds great secrets."
"The huge secret... it contains benefits that outsiders cannot detect. You have no idea what kind of terrifying existence these benefits will attract, because you are just indigenous people and have never known the vastness of the starry sky."
"Shit! Brother Ming knows it, and I know it too. The more you know, the more you know." The little guy retorted, and then smashed out two small wave hammers.
boom! boom!
At this time, the surrounding evil ghost soldiers had been completely cleared.
More than a dozen masters joined forces, and there were Lin You, a terrifying assassin who was half a step into the Saint realm, and Bai Chenhai, whose body was in the Ether and Harmony realm, and who was on par with the Saint. The battle ended faster than imagined.
The more than two hundred evil ghost soldiers themselves are not very intelligent, and their realm is also very weak. At most, they are just body-building mirrors, but their combat power is beyond the limit and they have reached the Taihe realm.
The constant orders to die were given by Swallowing Soul, which seriously disrupted the battle.
Then I encountered Bai Chenhai and used his ultimate move...
For various reasons, they could only fail.
However, once the enemies on one side are eliminated, the other side is the main target.
Bai Chenhai, Lin You, Ge Qinghuang, Shangguan Yunyan, Long Zhan and others rushed towards them without stopping.
Just as the little guy's two hammers fell, their attacks followed.
Some pairs of black and white swords are vertical and horizontal, interweaving the sword energy that reverses the life and death of Yin and Yang.
Some ancient swords contain thunder, and the horizontal strokes and vertical strokes are like the writing of a writer.
Some of the poisonous gas and pill gas were mixed and swept away, turning into wisps of mist as thick as a finger, and stirred into the black liquid.
Some use swords and spears in parallel, and the two moves form one move, bursting out with extreme power.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
"Good guy, if you want to hit him, hit him, but pay attention to me and don't cause accidental damage to friendly units." Lin Ming complained.
Everyone seemed to understand, and after a moment of translation in their heads, they finally understood what Lin Ming meant.
"Don't worry, don't worry, brother Lin, I have a pair of fists that have been tempered many times, and I won't hit you even an inch more. This is a rare opportunity, and I have to express this for Brother Hei Lang."
"Brother Ming, don't panic. The flames where the knife falls are at my will. If I don't want to, I'm afraid of burning you, but you won't be hurt."
"Young master Lin Ming, don't mind. You can inhale all the poison gas. If you can't get rid of it, I will lose."
Lin Ming: (◔◡◔)
Shente pinches it until it’s full, and if you still can’t cure it, you lose...
So what if you lose, the most you can do is lose your life.
Then I might as well die first!
Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Lin Ming stood firmly on the spot without moving at all.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t dare.
The attacks of the guys behind them were all launched while running. It was necessary to predict the trajectory, which was more difficult than usual.
At this time, he moved so much that he really had to lie down.
Besides, it doesn't matter if you lie down on your own, in case the little guy is accidentally implicated.
With thousands of thoughts in his mind, Lin Ming's face was as calm as a flat lake.
At this time, the combination of various attacks was like a tide, hitting the swallowing spirit one after another.
The Jingxian Sword was still inserted into Tun Ling's body, and the azure sword light turned into dragons and snakes, swimming inside his body.
Time passed bit by bit, and everyone had no intention of stopping.
Kill him while he's sick.
Swallowing Spirit is not an ordinary extraordinary saint, but one who has retired from the realm of creation.
Who knows if he has more countermeasures.
Anyway, don’t think so much, just fight.
After bombarding for at least thirty breaths, everyone's spiritual energy dropped by 50%, and then they stopped.
Tun Ling no longer has a head.
Maybe he has no brain.
At this time, he was smashed to pieces and spread thinly on the stone wall, just like the pancakes and fruit peels that Lin Ming remembered from his previous life, the aunt who set up the stall every morning.
"Are you dead?" The little guy took a few steps forward, stacked two small wavy hammers, and then used the power of ice and water to mix sticky and poke the pancake peel.
Bah yo!
The black substance slowly flowed down the stone wall, seemingly lifeless.
