Chapter five hundred and eighty: beheading the god
It seems that I have been worrying too much. It is just a collateral inheritance from the Zhou family. The talent is indeed evil, but the upper limit is not high.
Mr. Ye also shook his head in his heart.
The Zhou family's martial arts training is not very good even if it is placed in human martial arts.
Wanting to use Hundred Refined Fists to block the Ye family's Immortal Wheel attack is out of the blue!
Bang!
The flying sword used an almost devastating killing force, and the punch released by Bailianquan, using the power of the immortal sea as a carrier, was resolved layer by layer, just like a sharp knife stabbing layers of cardboard boxes, which could not be resisted at all.
However, although the effect is slight, the subtle delaying effect still exists. For Bai Che, this slight change is enough for him to make the next response.
But he saw that the silver light in his hand had already flickered and connected into a silver thin sword. Locked by the powerful aura of the flying sword magical power, he jumped into the air with difficulty and slashed with his sword.
Ding ding ding!
Without any exception, the thin sword made of silver needles cannot stop the killing power of this flying sword. It seems to have little effect. Even the flying sword is very fast.
Despite the obstruction, the sword force was still pointing directly at the tip of Bai Che's brow, with "sweat" dripping down...
Sweat is salty, but Bai Che smells fishy and sweet.
Between his eyebrows, a wound had appeared under the sword's force. The sharp feeling and pain caused his eyes to darken.
drink!
With a loud shout, the sea of qi circulated at high speed, "playing the old tune again", and the green vine condensation condensed again, like a dragon dancing wildly. Under his mobilization, it was like a lotus locked upside down, surrounding him.
He has never been so embarrassed since he left the black prison.
Even in the battle in Zhonghai, when faced with the powerful black python formations mounted by the veterans of the Elder Council, there was still room to avoid their sharp edges, but this time, he even had a unique thought of praying in his heart.
The aura was consumed so much that the green vines protecting his body were almost his last hope of defense.
Once this defense is resolved and his Qihai aura fails to adjust within a short period of time, it will not be as simple as a dilemma, but a real desperate situation!
Tsk! Tsk!
In his sight, the power of the flying sword was exactly the same as that of the Ancestor Dharma Body that he had fought with before. Infused with the power of the Immortal Sea, the green vines were comparable to armor, but they were still being cut like melons and vegetables, frantically breaking and annihilating...
…
Desperate situation!
There was already a look of panic in his eyes, and he couldn't face it calmly.
"It should be the power of killing gods!"
He thought to himself, surrounded by green vines, his heart kept sinking, and for the first time he felt infinite despair, which could no longer be described as a sense of crisis.
If he had the power of the Immortal Sea, Thousands of Mountains and One Realm, it would be impossible for him to fall into this kind of passivity, like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.
After this layer of defense, even if he can use up the last bit of breath power to defend again, it seems that nothing can be changed. At least in his perception, the power of this magical flying sword has not weakened much. This is
The most terrifying place.
Kill the gods, kill the gods!
Master, I finally understand your plight. You may not have the chance to break through to this realm in your lifetime...
The disciple had the opportunity to pry into the mystery of this realm. Even after passing through the first level of his heart, he thought it was just a missed opportunity, but now he discovered that the power of the God-Slaying Realm is by no means as close as the disciple imagined.