At a glance

Li Qi gasped slightly, not daring to move.

He had seen this person in front of him before, but the pressure on him was much greater than that day on the long street, if he had such a power on the long street that day, I was afraid that even if Jin Zhong and Yan Xi didn't make a move, even if he had mechanical claws, he wouldn't be able to escape.

Grinding Plate Sword - Lang Youping!

Li Qi's body lowered slightly, slowly parallel his upper body to the ground like a beast.

There is no way back.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, and Li Qi wants to emulate the lion, imitate his form, imitate his intentions, and force out all his potential.

He didn't know what happened to Lang Youping, it would become so terrifying, but he knew that if he didn't work hard here, he was afraid that he would die in the next second.

As for whether he is dead or alive, whether he dies or dies in the hands of Lang Youping, or is beheaded by those hyenas who are chasing after him, Li Qi doesn't care.

Don't fight when you can, sit and wait for death, this is not Li Qi's style.

The next thing is the next thing, as long as you do your best to do the best you can do at the moment, even if you die like this, when you go underground, Li Qi has the face to face her parents.

There is a saying that you can do what you can, but there is also a saying that you can do your best and try your best to survive.

The so-called doing your best is nothing but a sign of cowardice on the part of a loser, and it is just an excuse to comfort yourself after failure.

Nothing is good to do your best, if you really do your best, how can you make such a feeling, you just need to work harder!

If you really do your best, you won't feel any regrets, do what you can to the fullest, and then enjoy the scenery on the road, no matter whether the result is good or bad, it won't shake your heart again.

Li Qi really had to do his best this time.

A flame suddenly ignited in his tired eyes, a flame called Battle Intent.

After escaping so far, it's time to die a decent death.

Come on!

The thunder bead in his hand went all the way, and now there were only two fire feathers newborn, and they were adorned with it, which became more and more miserable.

He lined up the two fire feathers on his chest, and a thunder bead appeared in the fire feathers, and then, Li Qi tightly grasped one of the two fire feathers.

One is a sword, one is a handle, and a thunder bead, connected to it, is a thunder fire sword.

From beginning to end, Lang Youping just looked at him calmly, not like he had been looking for thousands of miles specifically to kill the person in front of him, but like he had been looking for thousands of miles to drink tea with him.

However, it was also this calm that brought Li Qi an irrepressible fear.

Under what circumstances would you be unusually calm?

Either it's none of your business, or the grasshopper shakes the tree.

In Lang Youping's eyes, Li Qi in front of him is a grasshopper, he is not a tree, he is a person more powerful than a tree, in the eyes of a person, the movement of an ant, no matter how much he opens his teeth and claws, how can he make waves.

Kill him, a sword is enough!

Isn't that carefully prepared sword used at such a time?

Kill him! Kill him!

Kill him, and you can go to see Yan Xi and Jinzhong in peace.

Kill him, and your life's wish will be gone.

Kill him, and the meaning of your life will be full.

Kill him!

Lang Youping's eyes unconsciously had a trace of bloodthirsty redness, the whites of his eyes, the tiny capillaries burst root by root, and around the black pupils, blood crawled all over his eyes. There seemed to be a beast in his heart that was roaring desperately, struggling, trying to break out of the cage that bound it, and the beast called Killing gradually crushed, crushed, and then assimilated Lang Youping's ice-like will.

When his eyes turned blood-red, he jerked his head up, and the sword behind his back was halfway unsheathed.

The sky shook, the wind and clouds changed color, and a demonic wind blew in the flat ground, and the long sword desperately broke free, trying to rush out completely, but it seemed to be hindered at all, and it was only half firmly pressed into its sheath.

The edge was splashed, the earthy yellow grinding disc seemed to suppress the heaven and the earth together, the surrounding ancient trees shook and collapsed, and countless flower elves seemed to have encountered the end of the world, at a loss, and fled around like headless flies.

The long sword was still gathering momentum, but it was only the aftermath that had escaped, and it had already shaken the world.

Hundreds of earthy yellow grinding discs appeared in front of and behind Lang Youping, like a field, that obscure feeling, the feeling of being constrained everywhere fell on Li Qi again, but compared to that night, the scope of Lang Youping's grinding disc sword was a hundred times larger.

Li Qi's body kept making a "creaking" overwhelmed sound, his face was pale, as if a mountain was pressing on him, and even the posture was placed to step forward and slash, under the suppression of this absolute strength, he couldn't even get out of the sword now.

A ray of sunlight fell on Li Qi's eyelashes, and then he squinted his eyes slightly, and with a thought, he suddenly threw the thunder bead in his hand towards Lang Youping.

On that day, in the long street, he used the fire feather burst to find a glimmer of life in the grinding sword, and today in the dense forest, he used the thunder bead with the explosion power far exceeding the fire feather countless times to break the grinding sword.

Continue to let Lang Youping gather momentum, and he doesn't even have to fight, Li Qi can admit defeat.

It's just that the thunder bead is not comparable to the fire feather, and now the grinding sword that is half of the sword is comparable to the broken sword on the long street.

Besides, Li Qi blew up the body of the grinding sword that day, but now it is just momentum, where is there any body for him to blow up.

Hearing a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, a small purple mushroom cloud exploded after only ten meters.

The blowing wind carried the extremely strong thunder attribute element, and the domineering aura was vividly displayed, Li Qi was like being hit by a big stone, there was no room for resistance, and he was thrown away like a stone under the power of the explosion.

Li Qi only felt that he was covered in **, he barely controlled his body, spit out a mouthful of blood, and slammed it on a tree.

Xiao Lan has been in a deep sleep stage since he summoned the Blood God Flower, and without Xiao Lan's immunity to elemental power, Li Qi also suffered a lot of damage under this blow.

He spit out the blood foam in his mouth, rubbed his stiff cheeks, and looked at Lang Youping. Although he is injured now, he is much better than before he couldn't move, at least not the fish on the board, and he is at the mercy of others.

He held on to the rough trunk of the tree with one hand, panting slightly like a wounded lone wolf.

However, to Li Qi's surprise, the scene of the thunder fire raging in the sky did not last long, and the exploding thunder fire only lasted for one breath, as if it had hit several invisible walls, and was suddenly compressed inward.

It's like having an invisible palm holding the entire purple mushroom cloud in the palm of your hand, and then pinching it hard.

The purple thunder cloud roared as if it had a spirit, and immediately exploded into clumps of fragments, and countless earthy yellow grinding discs quietly appeared around those fragments, either feminine or majestic, and in just two breaths, the thunder bead that was powerful enough to seriously injure a fourth-order professional disappeared.

Li Qi's mouth was filled with bitterness, and his heart trembled slightly.

This kind of power, this kind of power has already touched the edge of the fifth order, he is a first-order professional, how can he die, under the strength of the fifth order.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, a little desperate.

That thunder bead was already the last golden-clothed purple heart lotus that he could condense, and now in the spiritual world, it was empty, only the ink pool where the trace was located was full of smoke, and the other forty-eight spiritual seas had long been empty, dry like a red field.

It's just that under this kind of power, it's just a Motan, how can it be possible to save yourself.

He raised his eyes to look at Lang Youping, a little relieved, and waited quietly for death.

At this moment, a sword roared, within a radius of a hundred miles, and Gu heard this sound.

"Zheng!"

There is silence, only a sword roars!

The sword behind Lang Youping was finally unsheathed.

He grinned, like the big eye-catching insect opening its bloody mouth, and a violent wind suddenly rose in the forest, and the sky was solemn and cold.

At the moment when the tip of the sword left the scabbard, hundreds of millstones around him were like fish entering the water, birds throwing into the forest, large or small, thick or thin, one after another, one after another, and the long whale sucked water into the long sword.

The cracks on the ordinary long sword suddenly appeared, as if it was about to explode, but it shrank inward suddenly, and the sword became even sharper, and above the silver sword body, a layer of misty yellow light suddenly appeared.

Inadvertently, an earthy yellow breath fell, and a small hole sank into the ground, and the bottom was not visible.

Lang Youping's bloodthirsty eyes inadvertently revealed a trace of heartache, his sword was made of magnetic pole stone, the only one in the world.

The magnetic pole stone is not very hard, more brittle, not suitable for the sword, Lang Youping is ingenious, this magnetic pole sword, there are also several kinds of extraterrestrial meteoric iron, only for the grinding sword he created.

The most peculiar thing about this sword is that even if it is broken into countless pieces, once it is placed in the scabbard, it will be intact after only one night.

It's just that scene, where is it broken into countless sections, if it weren't for the artistic conception of the grinding sword, I am afraid that the magnetic pole sword will not be able to withstand that force, and it will have been blown into powder long ago, which undoubtedly means that this magnetic pole sword, out of this sword, I am afraid that it will no longer exist in the world.

This sword has been with him for so long, and there has long been a tacit understanding between people and swords, just like partners who have known each other for many years, and they are about to die again.

Lang Youping's heart ached, he touched the sword body lovingly, glanced at Li Qi lightly, and handed out a sword.

Unlike the previous earth-destroying landslides, there was no change in the color of heaven and earth, and since the thousands of grinding discs were thrown into the sword, all the visions of heaven and earth seemed to have disappeared.

Standing there was just an ordinary person, and hanging in the air was just an ordinary sword.

A sword was handed out, and it was an ordinary sword move to the extreme.

Straight stab!

Above the sword body, the yellow light was not even as strong as the fighting spirit that a beginner had blessed on the sword body, but all the people who saw this scene and felt this scene turned pale at the same time, as if they were facing a great enemy.

A thin black mark quietly appeared from the place where the sword was pierced, and in the black mark, there was no name.

A sword shattered the void.

Li Qi suddenly slammed on the spot.

He saw the look that Lang Youping had given him.