Chapter 442: What does it feel like to hold a boss in your hand?
If someone were to ask Lord Throwing Thunder at this time: What does it feel like to hold a big gun?
True Lord Throwing Thunder would definitely be speechless. In fact, he once thought about asking Wang Ling to borrow Jingke to carry out the mission. However, after passing the battle in the Immortal Mansion last time, True Lord Throwing Thunder gave up completely.
Already.
The outcome of that battle ended with Jingke's unilateral crushing as victory... Therefore, this is a real "big boss sword".
At this moment, Lord Throwing Thunder was holding Jingke in his hand, and his heart was trembling: "Brother...is this really good?"
Wang Ling retreated behind him, patted his shoulder lightly without saying anything, and then returned directly to the ground, leaving the battle in the void to the two Thunder-Throwing Lords and the Evil Sword God.
Why didn't he take action?
the reason is simple……
Because True Lord Throwing Thunder encountered the Evil Sword God, this was a catastrophe destined for him, and to survive this calamity, only True Lord Throwing Thunder could break it with his own hands.
"Brother Ling, I think we should resolve the battle in a more peaceful way? For example, sit down, have a cup of tea... and have a chat?" Zhenjun Gulei held Jingke in his hands, with a slight expression on his face.
He seems a little helpless... He always feels that his style of painting has changed drastically these days!
To be honest, from the moment he grasped Jingke, Lord Throwing Thunder already knew the outcome of this battle.
At this time, under the influence of the true immortal spiritual energy, the Evil Sword God's injuries had mostly recovered, but the blood stains remaining on the corners of his mouth had not dried up.
It can only be said that this is a genuine immortal. Even in the inherent spiritual realm of others, there is still a vast sea of spiritual energy in his body.
Wooden sword?
No...there must be some fraud in this!
Looking at the sword in the hand of Lord Throwing Thunder, the corners of Evil Sword God's mouth twitched immediately: "Where did your friend's sword come from?"
After those two slaps, the Evil Sword God thought that he had already estimated the strength of the young man. He had watched the young man pull out the wooden sword from the crack in space before. He knew without thinking that this was definitely not the case.
Ordinary stuff.
As for Jingke's origin, as one of Wang Ling's best friends, Lord Throwing Lei also knew about it...
The young man in white shirt thought for a while and replied: "Well...this is a children's mahogany sword for teaching. It is sold in the flower and bird market. It's 99-80 pieces."
"Miscellaneous Cultivator! Are you looking down on me?" The Evil Sword God stood in the sky, holding the Sky Breaker in his hand, and the evil purple sword energy lingered on the sword body.
He pointed his sword forward: "Do you know? Why am I dubbed the Ten Meter Sword God?"
Lord Throwing Thunder: "???"
Wang Ling sat down on the ground, sitting cross-legged in a calm and calm manner, with his arms folded and his face full of indifference. He was aware of all the disturbances in the inherent spiritual realm, and he knew what was happening without raising his eyes.
He probably knew what the Evil Sword God wanted to express. Although he had mastered the "Great Sword Art" and learned to use the power of the sword... everyone's perception of the sword was different.
Ten-meter sword god?
Could it be that this evil sword god has mastered the unique skill of swordsmanship that kills people within ten meters?
Wang Ling was holding his chin in thought when he saw the Evil Sword God laughing wildly: "The True Immortal Realm can shape the inherent spiritual realm, but my inherent spiritual realm is different from other True Immortals. As long as it is within ten meters,
They are all inherent spiritual realms constructed by me with the power of the sword. In other words...as long as I activate the power of the sword to the maximum, I will consider myself invincible in all close combat within ten meters!"
Wang Ling: "..."
Lord Throwing Thunder: "..."
This explanation caused a silence in the place.
Both Wang Ling and Lord Throwing Thunder twitched the corners of their mouths, feeling like they were unable to complain.
It turns out... is this how the title of the Ten Meter Sword God came about? What kind of deceitful sword power is this!
Even if you are invincible in close combat ten meters away, can you win as long as you are in the remote OB position?
"..." Lord Throwing Thunder couldn't help wiping his sweat. This Evil Sword God is indeed not a normal person...
On the other side, the Evil Sword God was very confident that he was invincible in close combat within ten meters. He pointed the edge of his sword at True Lord Throwing Thunder: "Don't even think about relying on long-range attacks to escape. I have been practicing teleportation for many years. Once
With the power of the sword activated, no one can escape from the palm of my hand if you are stuck and beaten by me!"
The Evil Sword God said in a deep voice: "Today, whether it is you or your friend, I will kill you! Then extract your souls. We will torture you in the most cruel way!"
He guessed in his heart that the young man in white shirt who was killed by him before might have some resurrection magic weapon that can be used to save his life... Such magic weapons are not unheard of in the world of cultivation, but they are almost all priceless treasures. The young man before has already
It was consumed once, so the Evil Sword God is now very confident... As long as the young man in white shirt dies again like before, there is absolutely no possibility of resurrection.
How could there be a magic weapon capable of infinite resurrection in this world? And this person is not a demi-human! Infinite resurrection or something...should not exist!
"Miscellaneous Cultivator Die!" The Evil Sword God took action, and the purple sword energy lingering on the Sky-Breaking Sword formed a pillar of energy that penetrated the whole body!
There was a skull-shaped shadow condensed behind him, which was dozens of feet tall and covered in armor. It was the sword spirit of the Potian Sword, Potian!
This armor was made from the power of the sword, and Wang Ling could see through it at a glance.
The sword spirit has come out, plus the armor on the skeleton is formed by the power of the sword combined with the energy of the true fairy spirit... The evil sword god has exerted his sword power to the maximum, and it is completely unreserved.
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However, the expression on Wang Ling's face remained unchanged. From the moment he summoned Jing Ke and threw it to Lord Throwing Thunder, the game was over.
"Death!" The Evil Sword God gritted his teeth, and the power of the sword was surging all over his body. Space cracks burst open in the void, and the space could not withstand the powerful pressure of the Evil Sword God's 100% sword power.
Oh my god! What should I do?
True Lord Throwing Thunder had never seen such a posture before, and fighting against a true immortal at full strength was simply impossible based on his current state.
"This is my strongest power, go to hell!" the Evil Sword God shouted.
He held Po Tian in his hand, and the Po Tian Sword Spirit behind him also stretched his hand towards the sky. A huge sword light lingered on the withered bones of the skeleton sword spirit. The evil purple sword light turned into a light cannon and blasted towards Zhu Lei.
True Lord.
"Destroy the Death Ray!"
In an instant, the gusts of wind surged around, the space collapsed, and wherever the light cannon passed, everything was breaking. It was an unstoppable posture.
Although he knew that he was protected by the soul-suppressing ring, he might not die, but if a light cannon of this magnitude hit him, the Thunder-Throwing Lord felt that he might not even be able to survive the blood mist...
If this shot continues, there may not even be any dregs left...
But at the next moment, Lord Throwing Thunder found that his body was actually moving on its own...
"Lord Jingke?"
He was shocked when the big guy in his hand actually moved with him... and rushed towards this destructive and deadly light!