The ice chips that fell to the ground began to melt, and the old god-like body was sliced and thrown to the ground.

What seemed to be a delayed sensation of pain finally reached its nerves, and the old god roared in the sky.

The mouth, which had only two layers of protection, roared at the moon and made all sorts of weird noises.

This kind of voice has a terrifying effect, and the six martial kings feel that they are facing such a huge monster, and their momentum is a little weaker, and the courage they don't have is almost gone.

Tut...

Lin Xiaoqiang sighed in the sky above and asked Song Wanhua, "How long will it take to prepare?"

"About twenty seconds. ”

Song Wanhua's calm voice came into his ears, Lin Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the old god who was still roaring below, and the Ten Thousand Swords returned to the sect and began to condense again.

Only half of the spiritual power stored in his body was left, and the emptiness of a large loss of spiritual power invaded his nerves, making him feel the urge to sit cross-legged and recover his spiritual power immediately.

This feeling of emptiness is like being hungry, except that it is not very hungry, but it is enough to disturb the mind and make it impossible to concentrate.

Temporarily suppressing this sense of emptiness, Lin Xiaoqiang concentrated on preparing for the return of ten thousand swords, although this can be done without conscious leadership, but under conscious leadership, the growth rate of the long sword will be tripled.

In order to play the best cooperation with Song Wanhua, Lin Xiaoqiang put most of his mind on the Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect, and only a small part of his mind paid attention to the old gods below.

The half-shaved body seemed to be damaging to the Old Gods, and the exposed flesh twitched like an earthworm, and some tentacles began to grow.

Noticing this, Lin Xiaoqiang hurriedly transmitted the sound to the remaining six people who were in a daze, asking them to cut off all those tentacles with flesh buds.

Once that thing grows, I'm afraid it's going to be wiped out.

The six-person team that was taken aback by Lin Xiaoqiang's statement immediately took action.

Even if the sarcoma in front of them was really disgusting, they still pinched their noses and went on it, and their expressions were as disgusted as they wanted.

If you can kill the monster with your eyes, I'm afraid that the old god in front of me will have died more than ten times.

The six of them vented their anger on the old gods that could almost be condensed into substance, and once they found the flesh buds, various magic weapons, moves, and martial arts, they beckoned them.

With the hindrance of the six people, the recovery speed of the old god's tentacles decreased again, but even if it was cut in half of its size, the old god could not be directly suppressed by six people.

Some of the tentacles at the corners still grew tenaciously.

With a long tentacle, the rest of the tentacles grew like they had received an order, and they grew wildly in the blink of an eye, and the exaggerated speed could not be suppressed even if six people frantically cut it off.

After the first tentacle took shape, it exuded demagogic power.

The Old Gods have different demagogic language for everyone's heart.

For example, the eldest of the six, he heard the voice of throwing himself into the arms of the old gods in exchange for greater power.

No one is perfect, everyone has the existence of desire in their hearts, and the psychic attack of the old gods is the power of bewitchment that magnifies this desire a hundred times, and the martial artist who is not in the mood has any power to prevent it.

When he sensed this demagogic words, Lin Xiaoqiang transmitted the sound to the six people at the same time, keeping them away from the old gods, but always a few seconds later.

Four of the six left, while the other two looked at Lin Xiaoqiang's figure hesitantly, as if wondering who was the right voice they heard in their hearts.

The two people left behind, one is the boss and the other is the sixth, both of them are very obsessed with power, and they are human beings who have become a mystery in power, and after the bewitchment of the old gods, they are already a little confused about which side is their voice.

In particular, Lin Xiaoqiang also passed on the voice to them, and there was a third party's voice in his heart, which made it more difficult for them to distinguish.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Xiaoqiang did not hesitate to cover his spiritual fire on the two of them, so as to isolate the bewitching power of the old gods.

The figures of the two paused in the air, and then fell straight down, although they temporarily regained their clarity, but the power of the bewitchment had penetrated deep into their hearts, but everyone didn't know it.

As soon as the two of them left the range of the old god, Song Wanhua's freeze attached it without hesitation, and the white frost aura rushed towards the old god, and the white frost like a cloud was even a few points wider than the current old god.

The condensation sound that could be heard by the ears resounded in the heavens and the earth, and the click sounded so pleasant.

In less than five seconds, the old god with a width of about sixty meters was frozen again, and this time Song Wanhua kept her hand and did not directly freeze it to the extreme low temperature, but controlled it to a temperature that was just right.

Just right for a long sword to cut the body of the old god, neither soft nor hard, enough to hinder the recovery of the old god, but it didn't directly freeze its flesh to death.

A second after the old gods were frozen in their entirety, the torrent of long swords formed by the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect swooped down from the sky.

The six people saw it in their eyes, and a poem came out of their hearts in unison: It is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.

The complete version of the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong has a full ten thousand Blue Dragon Swords in the second version, each of which has the power of a king-level weapon, exuding the same momentum and brilliance.

The cyan torrent washed the body of the old god, and the body that was more than sixty meters wide, under the attack of more than 10,000 long swords, flew out again countless debris as thin as cicada wings, one by one, like snowflakes falling to the ground, stacking a thick layer.

The frozen Old God didn't let out a roar, but looking at the desperately squirming body, it knew that it must be in a state of extreme madness right now.

Seeing that his attack was so smooth, Lin Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Is this old god an existence that can be killed so easily?

Although there are many doubts in my mind, at least it seems that this is the case now.

The body of the old god is constantly shrinking, and the power of the second version of the sword of the green dragon is also constantly weakening, and the power of the sword is weaker before cutting a piece, and after four or five times of going back and forth, the second version of the sword of the green dragon begins to disappear.

The density of the sword array gradually decreased, gradually thinning out, and more and more gaps appeared, but the old god's body was less than ten meters wide.

was cut to this size, Lin Xiaoqiang didn't find any strange structure in it, except for the muscles and flesh, even the tail disappeared, and the stomach that swallowed Lin Xiaoqiang before was not exposed.

Eventually, when the last sword split the last mass of sarcoma in two, both sides disappeared at the same time.

The thin slices cut out of the body of the Old Gods had an extremely thick layer on the ground.