Once again, the scene fell into a mysterious silence. Almost everyone's heads were a little blurry. What just happened?
With one slash, Ling Jiao tore apart a group of terrifying skeletons with just one simple slash. This made the people who were about to fight desperately feel embarrassed, confused and confused.
What kind of method is that? It's terrible.
Ling Jiao, who fell into the show-off mode, stood in front of the crowd, holding a sword in both hands, looking at the evil demon opposite him with a little dissatisfaction.
What? You said it so powerfully that it killed you with just one stab. I didn’t even try my best.
"You..." The evil demon opposite's ugly face twitched, looking at Ling Jiao, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Did I make a mistake? The skeletons I refined were parallel imports? Or were they swapped?
Seeing that the other party did not answer, Ling Jiao shook his head, came to Bai Yang and whispered: "I feel something is wrong."
"What's wrong?" Bai Yang was stunned. You solved the trouble with one knife. Is there anything wrong?
Scratching his head, Ling Jiao said a little uncertainly: "That's what happened. Look, this is a monk in the real realm of Shinto, right?"
"Well, what next?" Bai Yang nodded, what exactly do you want to say?
"So, he should be very powerful and difficult to deal with, but now he doesn't look like that." Ling Jiao was confused.
Bai Yang didn't understand and was a little confused, so he asked: "What exactly do you want to express?"
"When I came down the mountain, my master told me that my strength was actually only so-so. Although I was at the level of a martial artist, anyone down the mountain might be able to kill me. He told me to keep a low profile, but look.
, the skeleton made by the Shinto master is not strong at all, and the people around him seem to be very weak, what is going on?" Ling Jiao was confused.
Bai Yang blinked and understood. This guy's master was definitely a fierce man. Even he said that Ling Jiao's strength was so-so. This was probably an affirmation of Ling Jiao, so he let him go.
He went down the mountain.
The reason why he is described as so-so is because his master measures his strength by his own strength. Can it be the same?
Bai Yang was speechless. He felt that the carelessness his master said was carelessness at the Grand Master level or carelessness at the King of Human realm. Do you know that you are bullying people by comparing yourself with these people at the bottom of the world?
Are you sorry?
After thinking about it, Bai Yang didn't point it out. In fact, it's better for the other party to do this, so as not to breed a proud mentality when he knows that he is actually very good, so that he can always maintain this low-key mentality, and occasionally use a fatal invisible pretense to feel awkward.
…
Bai Yang patted his shoulder and said sympathetically: "To be honest, your strength is really so-so. Don't believe it. I know a guy who is only in the martial arts realm. I'm afraid he can do it to you with a sword made of a broken piece of wood."
Get down, so don’t be arrogant and I’ll tell you.”
"Also, it's not that the Shinto demon is not clever. Didn't you hear it? The other party said it was just playing. Since he was playing, he didn't take it seriously. He will soon use more tricks. Please pay attention... Well,
That’s probably it, understand?”
After listening to Bai Yang's words, Ling Jiao nodded in agreement and said: "I understand, it's a good thing you reminded me, otherwise I would underestimate the world's heroes. If that were the case, I might die without even knowing how I died. Then
Where is the expert who uses wood chips you mentioned? I would like to compete with him if I have a chance."
"There's a chance," Bai Yang nodded seriously, almost holding back his internal injuries.
After a few words of conversation, Ling Jiao turned around and continued to look at the Shinto demon over there, waiting seriously for him to use his move.
There is no harm without comparison. He is self-righteous and low-key, but he forgets the feelings of the people around him...
The skeleton that the evil demon had finally refined was broken into pieces, and you can imagine how angry he felt.
He was stunned for a moment to react, stared at Ling Jiao and screamed: "Damn, damn, damn, you dare to destroy my baby, I will cut you into thousands of pieces and make a human skin out of you
The lantern is hung on the door!"
"What's your ultimate move? Is it just talking nonsense?" Ling Jiao said this without thinking.
This sentence almost didn't cause a critical blow to the Shinto demon. He took Ling Jiao's words as contempt and provocation, and immediately sneered: "You think it's 50% for you!"
As he said that, he stood in the air and stretched out his hand to press down.
Huhuhu...
In an instant, the blocked area was roaring with violent winds, and endless black energy appeared out of thin air, turning into sharp black edges, which were eerie and strange, filling the entire world.
"What the hell is this!"
"Ah I……"
In an instant, screams broke out everywhere.
The edge of endless black mist swept across the world, and the temperature instantly dropped by dozens of degrees!
Those black awns cut across people's bodies, chopping them into pieces like tofu. There was no blood flowing, but all the bodies chopped up by the black awns immediately turned into pitch-black icy lumps!
"With the Black Evil Yin Sword, every time a person dies, his resentment and death energy can be collected and the earth's Yin energy can be used to refine one. I'm angry. Let you guys taste the taste of being cut into pieces by a thousand swords. Your soul will be gone."
I will tear it apart for you!"
A gloomy edge swept across the world, and the voices of evil demons roared.
When these so-called black evil swords filled the world, at least hundreds of people were torn into pieces, and their bodies turned into black lumps of ice. It was extremely tragic.
People are always in danger and have always been careful to take precautions. When these millions of black evil swords are swept across, their resistance seems so feeble.
The so-called true energy cannot withstand this weird edge at all. Some people's true energy surged in their bodies and tried to resist, but a black light flashed past, and the true energy did not fluctuate at all, but the person's body was strangely split in two!
In particular, many of the warriors who practice ice-cold Qi, when the black light comes, the Qi on their bodies is contaminated, and turns into part of the black light, causing harm to themselves!
No one could stop it, thousands of warriors were torn into pieces!
There was sword energy and sword light flying across the sky, but it had no impact on those black lights at all, and everyone was in despair...
The so-called Black Evil Yin Sword is a technique belonging to Shinto monks. It is not an entity. It is between existence and non-existence. It has form but no quality. The true energy and essence cultivated by warriors is a release of energy.
It is physical means, and of course physical means cannot affect these tangible and intangible existences!
"Hahaha, die. I originally wanted to play with you, but now I'm angry and won't play anymore. They all will die!" the evil demon roared.
In such a tragic scene, only three people were safe and sound, namely Bai Yang Lingjiao and Huang Lao.
Mr. Huang's face was horrified at this time, his face became paler and paler, and his expression was very confused. He was dumbfounded when he looked at the tragic scenes around him. They came to kill demons, but now it seems that they are here to die.
Countless people were dying miserably around him, but nothing happened to him. Those terrifying black lights magically disappeared without a trace after approaching him, which made him confused as to what was going on.
Despite this, he felt his whole body getting colder and colder. Although he didn't know what was going on, he felt that he might end up being the same as everyone else in the near future.
Bai Yang could see clearly that the reason why Mr. Huang was unharmed under the endless black evil swords was actually because he had merit and aura of righteousness to protect his body.
As a warrior, he himself cannot see it, but he who has been doing good deeds all his life has indeed been given this kind of thing by God. The Black Evil Yin Sword is a Yin evil method. It is restrained by Haoran's righteousness and the golden light of merit, and can hurt him.
That's weird.
But he is not a Shinto monk, so he cannot use these awe-inspiring righteousness and meritorious golden light at all. They can only be regarded as passive skills, and they are quickly consumed under the endless black evil swords.
Bai Yang estimated that in less than two minutes, all the righteousness and golden merit he had accumulated over a lifetime of doing good deeds would be completely consumed!
The reason why the other Ling Jiao was okay was not because he had the so-called golden light of merit or the body protection of Haoran's righteousness, but because he was resisting it by operating the secret method.
Perhaps because he felt threatened, he instinctively used his true energy to resist. Red clouds rose from his body, and the air around him was distorted, as if he had transformed into an oven. Those terrifying black evil Yin knives were resisted by the hot true energy, unable to deal with it.
He causes damage.
At this time, Ling Jiao looked horrified and a little confused. He just instinctively used his true energy to resist. He didn't understand that Mao's own true energy could resist these terrible black evil spirits.
He didn't understand it himself, but Bai Yang saw it clearly with his wise eyes.
Who knows what kind of martial arts this Ling Jiao practiced? He could communicate with the yang energy of heaven and earth by circulating his true energy to surround him and resist the black evil sword. I'm afraid he himself doesn't know this. It's also possible that his master is a swindler.
I didn't tell him that this technique had such special qualities.
As for Bai Yang Wei Mao, it's not because he used the same Shinto magic to resist. As a Shinto monk born in Yeluzi, he didn't practice any magic at all.
The reason why it's okay is that I used supernatural flames to resist it. This kind of flame is fueled by mental power. It's not a magic but it's more powerful than magic. In the terms of the people on earth, it's called superpower. In the terms of the Shinto monks in this world, it's called "superpower".
The innate magical power is more powerful than the magic skills that have been cultivated through hard work.
Bai Yang was a little embarrassed at this moment. Although the supernatural flames only covered the body surface with a thin layer, the temperature was so high that all his clothes turned into fly ash, so he could only cover the key parts with his hands.
On his body, only the space bag and two chains around his neck were not burned, and everything else was gone, becoming clean and smooth.
"The Shinto monks are really powerful, I really underestimated him," Ling Jiao said to himself in horror. At this moment, he completely agreed with Bai Yang's words that deceived him before.
He did not flinch, but instead looked with burning eyes at the Shinto monk looming over there in the endless black light and said solemnly: "Is this your ultimate move? It is indeed very powerful, but I still want to compete with you!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised the dark straight-backed long knife in his hand.
He didn't care about the people who were dying tragically around him. Being provoked to fight, he just wanted to have a discussion...