Lin Ming held the Purple Hyun Spear and pointed it directly at Yan Chi. Yan Chi's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
Carefully laid out tactics, and using war spirits, the strongest blow has been used, but it failed. If the fight continues, the result is already foreseeable!
"Lin Ming, stop here, don't force me!" Yan Chi held the black sword and gritted his teeth.
"Forcing you?" Lin Ming smiled, "Are you kidding? When the three of you joined forces to fight with me, did you ever think that you were forcing me? At that time, you should have thought of this moment. This is a battle of life and death. If
If I lose, will you stop here when you win? Now that I win, you ask me not to force you, does that make sense?"
Lin Ming sneered and flicked the purple spear. On the tip of the spear, lightning and flames intertwined.
"Don't think that I'm really afraid of you. If I detonate the war spirit I obtained from the Emperor's Road, I will defeat you to the death!" A trace of madness flashed in Yan Chi's eyes. No one can reach this step of Yan Chi.
You are a coward, and you will definitely do what you say.
"War spirit? Oh?" Lin Ming pondered slightly, "So that thing is called a war spirit? I seem to have some impression..."
The soul fragments that Lin Ming inherited from the Rubik's Cube were all incomplete, but there were also some vague memories of the War Spirit. The War Spirit and the Martial Intention were both known as the two major martial arts artistic conceptions of a warrior.
However, martial arts are generally auxiliary, and very few can be directly converted into attack power. However, war spirits are just the opposite. Most of them are used to directly increase attack power and can be attached to anything to increase the warrior's attack.
to the extreme.
"Let me say it again, if I detonate the war spirit, I will suffer great losses and even die directly, but you can't even think about it. I will hold you on your back even if I die!" As Yan Chi spoke, another word appeared on the black sword edge.
A gray-white flame began to burn, and the flame became more and more intense. Just looking at it made my soul feel cold!
Yan Chi has made a desperate move, and he has mobilized all the fighting spirits in his body!
Lin Ming didn't pay attention at all. The spear was spread out, the tip of the spear pointed directly at Yan Chi's throat. The purple tip of the spear with a cold light, hissing electric light penetrated the air.
"So far, I will tell you all my understanding of the war spirit." Yan Chi used the true energy to transmit sound. Although he felt humiliated, he could only endure it because his life was at stake.
"Haha——" Lin Ming smiled, "Tell me your understanding of the fighting spirit, plus three pieces of the Demon God's bones the size of pigeon eggs. If so, I will spare your life."
"Three pieces of the Demon God's Bones the size of pigeon eggs!?" Yan Chi was angry, "Do you think the Demon God's Bones are just cabbage in the market? I have been in Babel Tower for so many years, but I have only managed to get two Demon God's Bones the size of a dragon's eye.
Bones, and I have already used them myself, how could I leave three pieces behind!"
"Really, if that's the case, then go die!"
Lin Ming shouted coldly, thrust out a spear, and the meaning of thunder and fire intertwined, penetrating the rainbow!
"Asshole, you insist on dying, then I will die with you!" A look of madness flashed in Yan Chi's eyes, "Burn, Emperor's War Spirit!"
"call!"
On Yan Chi's black sword, gray-white flames shot out like a volcanic eruption. The veins on his face were twisted, and the blood vessels in his arms bulged.
With a loud shout, Yan Chi held his sword in both hands and slashed at Lin Ming!
Gray-white flames exploded in the air, and it seemed that the moans of the dead souls could be heard in the explosion. That moan was obviously ethereal, but somehow it seemed to echo in people's ears, penetrate into the brain, and shake the spirit.
sea.
Facing the overwhelming fire of war spirits, Lin Ming's pupils shrank, the compressed essence of the evil god's power exploded to the extreme, and the blood of the ancient phoenix burned.
There was a strange distortion in the space under his feet. Lin Ming's man and gun merged into one, and the power of thunder and fire rotated rapidly like a steel needle, rapidly deflecting the power of the surrounding war spirits.
"Boom boom boom!"
Like a flying stream of light, Lin Ming held the Purple Hyun Spear and cut through the void, tearing apart the flames of the fighting spirit. However, it was an emperor fighting spirit after all. Even if there was only a trace of it, when it bloomed its final light, it was terrifyingly powerful.
, in the fierce energy impact, the war spirit fire sliced through Lin Ming's body-protecting essence like a bayonet, and penetrated into his body.
However, after Lin Ming tempered 100% of his marrow and opened the Eight Gates of Dunjia, his body's defense was extremely powerful. Even if the power of the war spirit penetrated his body, it would only cause some damage to his flesh.
"Crack!"
Lin Ming broke through the flame barrier and pierced Yan Chi's face!
"What!?"
Yan Chi was horrified. At this time, he had consumed more than 70% of his true energy. He gritted his teeth and used his last strength. Yan Chi made a desperate move and stabbed Lin Ming's throat with his sword. He only attacked but did not defend.
Move, the salt idiot knew that he was going to die, so he wanted to drag Lin Ming into his back.
"Innocent……"
The two words of indifference and casualness echoed in Yan Chi's ears. This was the last sound that Yan Chi heard. The next moment, his head exploded like a watermelon, and Lin Ming's shot penetrated like a speeding meteor.
The powerful impact and the explosive force of thunder and fire directly shattered Yan Chi's head, and the brain and blood evaporated instantly!
The remains of the skull and flesh were thrown into the air, and Lin Ming had landed dozens of feet away. Behind him, Yan Chi's black sword had only been halfway thrust out, but it had stopped forever.
Absolute speed difference.
"it's over."
Lin Ming put away the Purple Hyun Spear. In this battle, without activating the Eight Gates of Dunjia, he won not easily. His clothes were torn, and his whole body was scratched with dozens of bloody wounds by the power of the battle spirit.
After all, Yan Chi's battle spirit came from an emperor-level powerhouse, and the power that finally burst out was extremely terrifying, and it finally cut through Lin Ming's body-protecting essence.
In fact, these dozens of bloody wounds are not even injuries to Lin Ming, they just make him look more embarrassed. Perhaps some arrogant warriors will care about their own image and strive to be beautiful, but for Lin Ming
Say, these are just clouds.
"Boom!"
Yan Chi's headless body fell to the ground and died.
In the third and final game, Yan Chi died and Lin Ming won completely!
The audience was completely silent as Lin Ming fought to the end of the three wheel battles without interruption. And judging from his appearance, although he was a little injured, he obviously still had some energy left!
These were three of the Seven Demons. Moreover, they had entered the Path of the Emperor before and their strength had been greatly improved. No one was optimistic about Lin Ming at first, thinking that he was too reckless. However, the real result was unexpected. The three
All the great masters were killed by Lin Ming!
At the beginning of the battle, who would have thought that Lin Ming's strength would rise to this level just by passing through the King's Cage!
"It's scary. I think Lin Ming still retains at least 50% to 60% of his strength. His total amount of true energy is unimaginable."
"In three consecutive battles, the opponents were all the Seven Stars of the Heavenly Demons, and there were even top-notch figures like Yan Chi and Maha. However, Lin Ming only suffered minor injuries in the three battles."
Some flesh injuries, not only to Lin Ming, but also to other warriors on the third floor, were nothing at all, and they recovered within an hour or two.
"He deserves to be a titled Shura. He deserves to be the number one genius recorded in the historical records of the Holy Demon Continent in the past ten thousand years. He is so innate that he has such a level of cultivation. When he is crowned emperor, it will be great!"
"How many times will Lin Ming survive?" Someone asked, but all the warriors present fell silent.
Human beings are weak, but that was before they were crowned emperors. Human beings have good understanding, and their affinity for the law is second only to the fairies. The main thing that limits their strength is physical strength. The weak body makes human beings both defensive and offensive.
They are all very limited.
But God is fair. Before human beings can become emperors, they have to experience death. Death is the gate of death for human beings. The mortality rate is extremely high. This also makes the birth rate of strong human beings who become emperors much smaller than that of other races.
many.
However, correspondingly, once they have survived the death of fate and their bodies have been reshaped, the strength of the strong human race will increase by leaps and bounds. If they can survive the eighth level of death, their strength will far exceed that of other races!
Lin Ming is already extremely strong. If he also survives the eighth level of fate in the future, how strong will he be?
Thinking of this, these warriors dare not think about it anymore...
…
At the seat of honor, Fengshen listened to the discussions of the surrounding warriors expressing their opinions and shook his head slightly. They did not know the horror of the last confrontation.
That was the explosion of the Emperor's War Spirit, but it was still blocked by Lin Ming!
Even if there is only a trace of the Emperor's battle spirit, the power of its explosion is extremely terrifying.
It was a pity that Yan Chi was unable to control this power, so he could only let the energy from the explosion of the war spirit vent in all directions. Most of it was wasted, and very little fell on Lin Ming.
Lin Ming merged his body with his gun, and used his spiral power to unleash the power of the fighting spirit, so in the end he was only slightly injured.
Fengshen's eyes were extraordinary, and he naturally saw the mystery of Lin Ming's ability to avoid the power of the war spirit, which made him admire him even more. Lin Ming, while having terrifying strength, also had a calm mind and chose the most appropriate tactics at the critical moment.
!
"I... am not his opponent."
Fengshen felt ashamed. He was confident that he could defeat Yan Chi, but it was impossible to defeat Lin Ming in his prime.
Not to mention he was in his prime, even if he was allowed to play now and fight against Lin Ming, who had consumed a lot of energy, he thought that the probability of defeating Lin Ming was only 50-50.
On the ring, Lin Ming calmly put away Yan Chi's Sumeru Ring and the precious black sword. At the same time, half of the blood evil energy from Yan Chi's body poured into Lin Ming's body. His shoulders
The fourth pair of wings of the demon tattoo stretched again, reaching the peak of the eight-winged demon, only one step away from the ten-winged demon.
However, it is not easy to cross this step. Unless you kill a character with the Seven Star level of the Demon, the Tattoo of the Demon will not be able to grow at all.
"What a pity." Lin Ming shook his head, it was just a little bit worse!
"snort!"
At the table of honors, the Dark Lord snorted coldly. He naturally thought of everything Fengshen could think of. He stood up with a sullen face, not interested in staying any longer, and turned around to leave.
At this moment, Lin Ming raised his head and said with a smile: "Darkness, are you leaving now? Why don't you come down and play?"
What?
The Dark Lord was shaken and stood frozen on the spot. The other warriors present were all stunned and looked at Lin Ming in disbelief. Just now... what did he say?
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