Lin Ming's face darkened, he put down his wine glass, looked at Xing Tian coldly and laughed, "Have you laughed enough?"
"Hehe!" Xing Tian licked his lips, chuckled twice, and his eyes became cold. "On the second floor of Babel Tower, no one has dared to talk to me like this for several years."
"That's because you didn't go to the third floor. Why, my proposal is ridiculous?" Lin Ming looked at Xing Tian calmly, not afraid of Xing Tian's pressure at all.
Xing Tian sneered, the evil aura on his body getting stronger and stronger, "You are really brave. I don't know whether you should be brave or stupid. I have a hundred ways to make you leave after you leave the dark restaurant.
Not to the training ground!”
"You can try." Lin Ming's voice was cold and showed no fear.
"Hmph!" Xing Tian snorted coldly, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Killing Lin Ming outside the martial arts arena was the next best thing. Babel Tower needed to gather a large number of young heroes. They were the source of wealth. If ten
If word spreads about Wing Lord killing top geniuses, who would dare to come?
To the Holy Demon Continent, the Tower of Babel has always had some mysterious color. Many geniuses come here to practice for the rich source of evil spirits and the large amount of cultivation resources. Little do they know that they themselves are the best fertilizer for watering the source of evil spirits.
Although the senior officials of Babel Tower really hope that all these geniuses will die here, they dare not assassinate the geniuses at will. Otherwise, it can be done once or twice. If the number is too many, it will inevitably arouse the suspicion of interested people.
Therefore, the Heavenly Demon Lords usually use their hawks and dogs in the martial arts arena to kill those enemies with great growth potential within the rules. As for the Heavenly Demon Lord himself, it is impossible for him to take action. He would rather let those top geniuses become the Ten Wings.
Even the demons cannot damage the reputation of Babel Tower.
This can be regarded as the bottom line of Babel Tower's behavior.
Therefore, some super sects with profound knowledge, even though they know the secrets of Babel Tower, will still send their sect’s young heroes to the Babel Tower to practice. As long as they are strong, they are not afraid of being targeted. To say the least, even if they are not strong enough,
He left the Tower of Babel after becoming the Eight-Winged Demon and was also a winner.
Lin Ming certainly didn't know about these things.
Xing Tian suddenly smiled, and the evil spirit on his body subsided, "Hey, do you want to end other people's winning streak? I will satisfy you!"
Lin Ming was silent. He was already prepared for the other party to refuse, but unexpectedly he agreed.
Xing Tian put down his wine glass and said lightly: "Leave a sound transmission mark and I will notify you when it is your turn to appear.
Lin Ming left a sound transmission mark, stopped talking nonsense, stood up and left.
After Lin Ming left, a ferocious smile appeared on Xing Tian's lips, and he took out a transmission talisman from his Sumeru...,
Lin Ming left the dark restaurant and returned to his training ground. He took off his shirt, sat on the stone bed and began to meditate.
"This Xingtian has obvious murderous intent towards me. On the second floor of Babel Tower, warriors who are ranked in the first echelon of strength can logically get the chance to end their winning streak, but I can't. Is it because I am a human being?
Does Xing Tian have murderous intentions for me? Or maybe some of the trolls I killed before are relatives and friends of Xing Tian?"
Lin Ming thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of any outcome, so he stopped thinking about it. The soldiers came to block the water and the earth to cover up. Lin Ming was not afraid of challenges at all. Instead, he was afraid of the situation where he would be left in the cold and no one could fight after he came to power.
From the Sumeru Ring, he took out the war formation disk where the eighth-level fate warriors fought, and adjusted his mind to a completely relaxed state. The true energy was input into the war formation disk, and various illusions appeared on the formation disk.
The battlefield was an endless desert. Thousands of feet in the air, a man wearing a white robe stood in the air, holding a two-handed heavy sword in his hand.
This man had a very easy-going temperament, with unruly long hair, and he looked a bit lazy and cynical. If it weren't for the fact that he was the only human in the picture, Lin Ming really couldn't believe that he was the powerful human who lost his eighth life.
.
"Last time I saw the phantom of a quasi-emperor level fight. Although I couldn't feel the momentum in the phantom, I still felt frightened. But this time, looking at this eighth-level life-dead senior, it seemed like I was looking at an ordinary person.
Waiting to return to the state of nature is shocking. Moreover, the other party is only in his twenties and thirties. Although the life span of a warrior will be greatly extended after his death, the fact that he can maintain such a young appearance also reflects from the side.
He was very young when he entered the realm of fate, and this senior is definitely the best among emperor-level geniuses."
The saint-level genius stopped and died.
Emperor-level geniuses are qualified to conquer the Divine Sea. Of course, they are both Divine Seas, but the gap is also huge. The fifth-level Life-Destroying Divine Sea will probably be killed instantly by the eighth-level Life-Destroyed Divine Sea.
Lin Ming thought like this, and then looked at the opponents of this human man. There were two of his opponents. One of them was a giant demon, and the other was a dwarf demon. Both of them were undoubtedly quasi-emperor level.
"I didn't expect that the opponents would be two people. The trolls are physically strong and are good at close frontal attacks. The dwarfs are powerful in soul and are good at long-range attacks. When one is far and the other is close, it is very difficult to deal with them. I don't know what this senior will do.
response."
Lin Ming waited and waited. At this moment, the quasi-emperor of the giant demon clan moved first. He held a mountain-breaking ax in his hand. When he moved, the demonic energy surged like the sky and the earth shattering, and small spatial cracks appeared in the surrounding space.
Although it was just a shadow of the war, Lin Ming still felt the earth-shattering impact of this blow.
But the eighth-level human being, the powerful man with a fatal fate, just laughed wildly, held a heavy sword, and rushed forward.
"Head to head?"
Lin Ming's eyes lit up. In battles between humans and trolls, victory was basically based on speed. In terms of head-on collisions, humans were far inferior to the trolls.
But this senior, faced with Jumo's powerful attack, rushed forward without hesitation.
The moment the heavy sword collided with the mountain axe, light shone across the sky and the earth, and there was no sound in the illusion. However, Lin Ming could imagine the horror of the collision sound, and even the clouds in the sky were washed away.
"The trolls retreat!"
Lin Ming watched helplessly as the giant demon was slashed away by the sword of the eighth-level mortal man. He spat out a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
At this moment, the powerful dwarf demon quasi-emperor was mumbling something, his withered lips opened and closed, and then, purple curse seals spit out from the mouth of the dwarf demon quasi-emperor.
The human being saw this scene and sneered, and then he stabbed out with a sword from a distance of a thousand feet. However, at this time, an incredible scene happened. The sword seemed to completely ignore the distance of a thousand feet and stabbed directly.
In front of the dwarf demon quasi-emperor, it felt like the space was squeezed together and then pierced by the sword of the strong human!
Lin Ming's eyes flashed, and he stared at the sword. This terrifying use of artistic conception made his heart tremble!
The dwarf demon quasi-emperor had a look of horror on his face. He wanted to dodge the sword, but the space around him tightened and shattered in an instant, completely blocking his dodge route.
"puff!"
A sword pierces the heart!
The long sword was twisted, bringing up a pool of blood, and the dwarf demon quasi-emperor was divided into two parts.
"Dead?" Lin Ming was completely shocked. A quasi-emperor expert died just like that!
The quasi-emperor of the troll tribe also had a look of horror and shock on his face. Apparently he had never expected that this powerful human being was so terrifying. He paused for a moment, then decisively turned around and ran away.
At this time, a very inconsistent scene happened. The speed of the troll quasi-emperor seemed to suddenly slow down. He was obviously flying away with all his strength, but his speed was not necessarily much faster than that of the powerful Xuan Dan, as if he was trapped in
In the quagmire, it was difficult to move.
But at this moment, the human senior caught up and thrust out with his sword!
The sword seemed to be very slow, but it appeared in the back of the troll tribe's quasi-emperor in an instant!
The troll quasi-emperor wanted to turn around and block, but his speed was stuck in the swamp of time and could not get up at all. In the end, a strong human sword penetrated the heart from the back.
Blood spurted out, and the troll quasi-emperor died on the spot.
The floating shadow ends here!
Lin Ming let out a long breath, feeling inexplicably shocked. The two quasi-emperors were killed with three swords!
The quasi-emperor of trolls and dwarfs is really far behind the eighth level of fate. In addition, this senior is a genius in understanding laws and is familiar with the unpredictable laws of time and space, so it resulted in a one-sided battle. It was completely
Killing.
Human talent is not weak at all, but the test is too cruel. How many people can achieve the eighth level of death?
However, the more difficult the test, the more excited Lin Ming was. He was not afraid of how cruel the test was, but he was afraid that he would not even have the chance to withstand the test.
"The last two swords of this human senior contain endless mysteries. I don't know how much I can comprehend." Lin Ming thought like this and prepared to practice hard in seclusion. But at this moment, a fire flashed in front of his eyes.
A transmission note lit up.
Immediately afterwards, Xing Tian's voice rang in Lin Ming's ears, "Human boy, you are very lucky. You will have a chance to attack in five days. A warrior will win ten consecutive victories. If you are afraid of death, don't come. Don't talk about me."
Didn't give you a chance."
"So fast..." Lin Ming squeezed out the fire in his hand and sneered. No matter what medicine the other party sold in the gourd, he would not pay attention to it. As long as he had absolute strength, he had nothing to fear.
"Five days is just enough time for me to understand the war array. Maybe there is still some time left to improve my cultivation." Thinking like this, Lin Ming put the matter aside completely and soon entered the ethereal martial mind, immersed in it.
In the process of understanding the rules.
At this time, in a private room in a dark restaurant, Xing Tian drank a thousand-year-old wine and said with an evil smile to a dark-skinned man next to him: "Xueman, I remember that you are about to win seventy games in a row. This idiot Lin Ming wants to
In order to end other people's winning streak and earn kill points, I think it would be more appropriate for you to play, hahahaha!"
"Brother, although this Lin Ming is very talented, in the final analysis he is still a newbie. You want me to take action? I haven't even won a game against him." Xue Man tore off a large piece of barbecue and said dissatisfied. (To be completed.