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Lin Ming held the Zixuan spear and pointed the tip of the spear directly at Yan Chi. Yan Chi's face suddenly became extremely ugly. www.dyzwwm (first, first, Chinese, text, web)

The carefully arranged tactics used the battle spirit again. The strongest blow has been used, but it failed. If you continue to fight, the result is already predictable!

"Lin Ming, stop here, don't force me!" Yan Chi said while holding a black sword, gritted his teeth.

"Forcing you?" Lin Ming laughed, "Are you kidding me? When the three of you joined forces to fight against me, did you ever think of forcing me? You should have thought about this moment at that moment. It was a battle of life and death. If I lose, will you stop here when you win? Now that I win, you ask me not to force you, is there any reason for this?"

Lin Ming sneered and flicked his Zixuan spear. On the tip of the spear, lightning and flames were intertwined.

"Don't think I'm really afraid of you, if I detonate the battle spirit I got from the road of the emperor, I can break the net with you!" A trace of madness flashed in Yan Chi's eyes, and there is no one who can reach this point. It's a coward, and it absolutely does what it says.

"Zhan Ling? Oh?" ​​Lin Ming pondered slightly, "So that thing is called a Zhan Ling? I seem to have some impressions..."

The soul fragments Lin Ming inherited from the Rubik's Cube were all incomplete, but he still had some vague memories of battle spirits. Battle spirits and martial intent were both known as the two martial arts artistic conceptions of martial artists.

However, martial intent is generally auxiliary, and very few can be directly converted into attack power, while war spirits are just the opposite. Most of them are used to directly increase attack power, and can be attached to anything to improve the attack of the warrior. to the extreme.

"I'll say it again, if I detonate the war spirit, I will lose a lot, and even die directly, but don't think about it, I will pull you back when I die!" Yan Chi spoke. The gray-white flames began to burn above the black sword, and the flames became more and more vigorous. Just looking at it, I felt my soul was cold!

Yan Chi has made a desperate attempt, and he has called up all the battle spirits in his body!

Lin Ming didn't care at all, the long spear lay out, the tip of the spear pointed directly at Yan Chi's throat.

"So far, I will tell you all my understanding of the battle spirit." Yan Chi used True Yuan sound transmission. Although he felt humiliated, it was about his life, so he could only endure it.

"Heh—" Lin Ming smiled, "Tell me your understanding of the battle spirit, plus three pieces of the devil's bone the size of a pigeon egg. In that case, I will spare your life."

"Three demon bones the size of pigeon eggs!?" Yan Chi got angry,

"Do you think the Demon God's Bone is the cabbage in the market? I have been in the Tongtian Tower for so many years, but I have only obtained two Longan-sized bones of the Demon God, and I have already used them myself. How could I keep three pieces!"

"Really, since that's the case. Then go to hell!"

Lin Ming snorted coldly, and stabbed with a spear, the meaning of thunder and fire intertwined, piercing the rainbow!

"Bastard. You insist on dying, then I will perish with you!" Yan Chi's eyes flashed a bit of madness, "Burning, the emperor's battle spirit!"

"call!"

On the black sword of Yan Chi. Gray-white flames spewed out like a volcanic eruption, and the veins on his face were twisted. Blood vessels in both arms burst.

With a loud shout, Yan Chi held his sword in both hands and slashed at Lin Ming!

The gray-white flame exploded in the air, and in the sound of the explosion, it seemed that the wailing of the dead souls could be heard. The groaning was clearly illusory, but for some reason it seemed to reverberate in the ears of people, and it went straight into the brain, shaking the spirit. the sea.

Facing the overwhelming flames of battle spirits, Lin Ming's pupils shrank slightly, the compressed true essence of the evil god's power exploded to the extreme, and the blood of the ancient phoenix burned.

A strange twist appeared in the space under his feet. Lin Ming and his spear merged into one, and the power of thunder and fire rapidly revolved like a jet of steel needles, rapidly bouncing away the power of the surrounding battle spirits.

"Boom boom boom!"

Like a flying streamer of light, Lin Ming held the Zixuan spear, piercing the void and tearing the flames of the battle spirit. However, after all, it is the emperor's battle spirit. Even if there is only a trace of it, when it blooms, its power is terrifying. , In the violent collision of energy, the fire of the battle spirit cut through Lin Ming's body-protecting true essence like a bayonet and pierced into his fleshly body.

However, after Lin Ming was 100% quenched, he opened the eight-door Dunjia, his body's defense was extremely powerful, and letting the power of the battle spirit pierce his body would only hurt a little.

"Crack!"

Lin Ming pierced through the flame curtain and stabbed Yan Chi in the face!

"what!?"

Yan Chi was shocked. At this time, he had consumed more than 70% of the real energy in his body. He gritted his teeth and used his last strength. Yan Chi made a desperate attempt and stabbed Lin Ming's throat with a sword, only attacking and not defending. Trick, Yan Zhi knew that he was going to die, so he wanted to pull Lin Ming on his back.

"Innocent……"

The words calm and casual echoed in Yan Chi's ears. This was the last sound Yan Chi heard. The next moment, his head exploded like a watermelon. Lin Ming's shot pierced through like a speeding meteor. The strong impact and the explosive force intertwined with the thunder and fire directly shattered Yan Chi's head, and the blood in the brain and blood evaporated instantly!

The remains of the skull and flesh were thrown into the air. Lin Ming had already landed several dozen meters away. Behind him, Yan Chi's black sword had only pierced halfway, but it stopped forever.

Absolute speed difference.

"ended."

Lin Ming put away his Zixuan spear. In this battle, it was not easy for him to win without opening the Eight Gates of Dunjia. . After all, Yan Chi's battle spirit came from an emperor-level powerhouse, and the power that erupted in the end was extremely terrifying. After all, it cut through Lin Ming's body protection essence.

In fact, these dozens of bleeds were not even an injury to Lin Ming at all, they just made him look a little embarrassed. Maybe some arrogant warriors would care about their own image and would try to win beauty, but to Lin Ming Say, these are all clouds.

"Boom!"

Yan Chi's headless body fell to the ground and died.

In the third and final match, Yan Chi died, and Lin Ming won!

The audience was silent. The three rounds of endless wheel battles, Lin Ming battled to the end, and looking at his appearance, although he was slightly injured, he obviously still had some energy left!

These are the three of the Seven Stars of Heavenly Demons, and they have entered the Emperor's Path before, and their strength has been greatly improved. At first, no one was optimistic about Lin Ming, and they thought he was too reckless. However, the real result was unexpected. Three All the masters were killed by Lin Ming!

At the beginning of the battle, who would have imagined that Lin Ming's strength would increase to this level just by passing through the King's Cage!

"Terrorist, I think Lin Ming still retains at least 50-60% of his strength. The total amount of his true essence is unimaginable."

"Three games in a row, all the opponents were the Seven Stars of Heavenly Demons, and there were even first-class characters like Yanchi and Maha, but Lin Ming only suffered a slight injury in the three fights."

Some flesh wounds, let alone Lin Ming, were nothing to other warriors on the third floor, and they recovered within an hour or two.

"As expected of the title Shura, as expected to be the first genius recorded in the history of the Sacred Demon Continent for ten thousand years, he was born with such a cultivation base.

"You said... how many times will Lin Ming die?" I don't know who asked, and the fighters present stopped talking.

Humans are weak, but that was before the emperor was proclaimed emperor. Humans have good understanding, and their affinity for laws is second only to the goblins. The main limitation of their strength is physical strength. Are very limited.

But God is fair. Before humans can be proclaimed emperors, they have to go through fate. Fate is the gate of hell for human beings, and the mortality rate is extremely high. many.

However, correspondingly, once the Fate Fate is over and the body is reshaped, the strength of the human race powerhouse will advance by leaps and bounds.

Lin Ming is already so strong now that he is abnormal. If he also survives the eighth-level death in the future, how strong will he be?

Thinking of this, these warriors dare not think about it...

...

At the honored seat, Fengshen listened to the surrounding warriors' discussions and shook their heads slightly. They didn't know the horror of the last fight.

That was the explosion of the emperor's battle spirit, but it was still blocked by Lin Ming!

The power of the emperor's battle spirit, even if there is only a trace, is extremely terrifying.

It's a pity that Yan Chi couldn't control this kind of power. He could only let the energy of the battle spirit's explosion be vented everywhere. Most of it was wasted, and very little fell on Lin Ming.

Lin Ming's man and spear were combined, and he swung the power of the battle spirit with a spiral force, so in the end he was only slightly injured.

Fengshen's eyes were extraordinary, and he naturally saw the mystery of Lin Ming's evasion of the power of the battle spirit, which made him admire even more. While Lin Ming's strength was terrifying, he had a calm mind and chose the most appropriate tactics at critical moments. !

"I'm not his opponent."

Fengshen was ashamed of himself. He was confident that he could defeat Yan Zhi, but it was impossible to defeat Lin Ming who was in his prime.

Not to mention he was in his prime, even if he were to play now and fight against Lin Ming who had consumed a lot of physical strength, he believed that the probability of winning against Lin Ming was only 55 to 50.

On the arena, Lin Ming calmly put away Yanchi's Sumeru Ring and the treasured black sword. At the same time, half of Yanchi's bloody aura poured into Lin Ming's body. 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, this step is far away, and it is not easy to cross it. Unless you kill the characters of the seven-star level of the devil, the tattoo of the devil will not grow at all.

"It's a pity." Lin Ming shook his head.

"Humph!"

On the seat of honor, the Dark Lord snorted coldly, and he naturally thought of what Fengshen could think of. He stood up with a sullen face, and had no interest in staying any longer, and turned to leave.

But at this moment, Lin Ming raised his head and said with a smile, "Darkness, let's go now? Why don't you come down and play?"

What?

The Lord of Darkness was shocked and froze on the spot, while the other warriors present were all stunned and looked at Lin Ming in disbelief. Just now... What did he say? (To be continued)

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