The First War, Conkyo, with me.

Or rather, the one who was possessed by the demons. That is, Chiyou.

People really need to be compared.

Before that, Kang Keyou, who turned into a god, crushed the whole audience alone, and anyone who dared to stand in front of it would be hit mercilessly, and such an attack would be for most people. They all looked very helpless, because everyone found that this guy's methods had not changed much, and there were only two words coming and going.

Either fast or strong.

Fast, breaking the world and changing the world; If it is strong, it will fall like Mount Tai.

In such a battle that is not an order of magnitude, most people are defeated with their own inherent pride and persistence, some are seriously injured, and some are unknown whether they are alive or dead.

As a master of the Thai royal family, in the battle just now. I finally realized what despair is.

He thought he was going to see the Buddha.

However, at this moment, he had to hold the little bloody man with fragrance in his arms, and found that this little girl was already on the verge of death, and hurriedly poured his magnificent and compassionate breath into her body, releasing the injuries she suffered gently, and not letting her in sudden pain. Loss of life.

Looking at the little face that was completely disfigured, his heart was full of respect.

It was this little girl, with her own body, who dragged the demon for more than half a minute, and he was so wise, as a well-known and powerful man in Thailand, in more than ten seconds, he actually collapsed.

It's a shame, but there's no way to retaliate.

All the qiē should be handed over to the Chinese man named Luo Da**......

Oh, wrong. He doesn't seem to be called Luo Da**?

I found it a wonderful thing to be freed from the shackles of the body, because I could be a spectator of all the things that happened in the world, and time and space seemed to me to be no longer constrained, and I could speculate on the thoughts of people I had never paid attention to before, and I could feel the indescribable pleasure of being alone.

Maybe this is also a different evolutionary direction for high-dimensional creatures, right?

However, no matter how complicated my mind was, the battle still began.

as one of the parties. Even though I didn't need to take any action, I had to focus all my energy on the battle that was happening in front of me at this moment.

The demon told me that this body was too weak.

I know that it's not just disgust, but a kind of unabashed bluntness, as if the computer, a bunch of broken devices, is loaded with a chip that far exceeds the performance of this era, so once it is executed, it will inevitably be a little bumpy, and the enemy we need to face at this moment is not a small role, in a sense, it is the Baganda witch god, the guy who once gave the Hindu supreme a headache.

When you enter the world, you will be lowered.

This world, for any foreign species, has a natural rejection, so I will be born from the eighteen eons, and this is still soft, because if the heart demon comes directly, I am afraid that before it grows, it will be destroyed by the will of this world.

So although Kang Keyou is strong at this moment, he is not an opponent that is difficult to resist.

So the heart demon told me, fortunately there is a sword.

The sword is good.

All my pride, in the eyes of this demon, is only the sword that can be regarded as a good job, barely good.

The sword is good, so use the sword law to make the enemy, right?

Just as Kang Keyu was facing the enemy, I flattened out my long sword and stabbed slowly forward.

It's a slow motion.

Yes, the speed of this stabbing sword is like a snail, just like the old man in the park practicing Tai Chi sword, slowly, slowly stabbing forward, making people wait for heartbreak, and there is no way to stab even one meter.

However, Kang Keyou's expression was like a great enemy.

I was puzzled at first, but then it suddenly dawned on me that this sword was not meant to dominate the enemy, but to familiarize myself with the sword's personality.

Every sword has a character.

Some gentlemen, some villains, some domineering, some sharp, some upright, upright, some dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and the heavy sword is traceless......

I'm trying my sword.

Only when the most harmonious frequency with this sword can it be brought into full play.

A very strange scene appeared, on such a fierce battlefield, the two armies faced each other, one general was like a great enemy, his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to take all the actions of the other party into his eyes, so as to make speculation, but the other side was calmly playing with a long sword, a stab, more than ten seconds, and then a horizontal, another ten seconds......

This situation is surprising, and from the point of view of procrastination, it has already made the Wisdom Master who is constantly scheming in his heart fall through the glasses.

Of course, this is not how the battle is calculated.

If it weren't for the power of the previous two palms, even if Kang Keyou was confused in his heart, he would not have been able to wait patiently for such a long time, and he would have come up with a big ear scraper according to his rhythm.

However, I didn't care what others thought of me, and I calmly waved the long sword in my hand, slowly and agilely.

Didn't you say you wanted to "have fun", what the hell is this playing?

Kang Keyou, who was watched by countless believers, finally couldn't wait any longer, it had been devastated and withered for a while, and its confidence had swelled to an absolutely terrifying height, there were not many things in this world that could calm it down, and this person in front of him didn't seem to be too terrible except for bluffing.

In that case, why not kill him?

If not now, but when?

Wow!

Kang Keyou's figure disappeared in an instant, and I swayed the blood-drinking cold lightsaber gently, as if I was holding the small waist of my beloved lover, dancing a soothing waltz.

When this dance was at its most enthusiastic, the killing machine suddenly appeared.

Like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, a palm poked into a sharp shape, and suddenly touched my waist, and in the gap of the void, the poisonous snake was still waiting for an opportunity to move.

As long as I block this blow with my sword, the next attack will appear in my crotch.

Simply remembering the monkey stealing peaches can teach me how to be a man.

Trapped in the corners of my consciousness, I was able to read all the qiē very clearly, and this information was shared with me by the demons, so that I could understand where the purpose of every action of Kang Keyou was.

This thing, called vision, is also called combat experience, and it is the realization gained when crawling out of the sea of corpses and blood countless times.

It is capable of calculating changes in the ever-changing battlefield and making corresponding countermeasures.

I can't learn this thing.

can only be enlightened.

The blow of the waist eye was blocked, it was my left hand, it made a tiger buckle posture, just grabbed the opponent's wrist, five fingers through the force, the terrifying power was suddenly reduced a little, and the subsequent crotch blow was blocked by the blood-drinking cold light sword that appeared there at an unknown time.

According to the normal method of force, it is impossible for this sword to appear in this position so flexibly.

But it just caught up with this one.

It's as if you have a consciousness of your own.

However, I soon discovered something that made me feel extremely terrifying - this blood-drinking cold lightsaber, it really began to move on its own.

Because there is no longer a hand on the hilt of its sword.

The blood-drinking cold lightsaber that blocked Conk's despicable blow slammed forward, cutting the palm in half, and when I saw my right hand, it didn't catch anything, but bent its fingers and turned into sword fingers, swinging slightly from side to side, as if commanding something.

Conk retreated from his injuries, but the blood-drinking cold lightsaber flew forward like a maggot on the tarsal bones.

Oh, my God!

It turned out that the extremely slow swordsmanship just now was not deliberately delaying time and bluffing, but the inner demon was opening up the blood-drinking cold light sword.

In fact, this is indeed a magic sword with growth attributes.

Since its birth, it has had a fierce consciousness, but it was sealed by Master Yu Mohan, a Jinling double weapon, and over the years, I have used it to end the lives of countless murderous masters, and its consciousness has become extremely powerful.

It was even comparable to the breath that had absorbed the cerebral marrow and essence blood in the skull of the true dragon's head.

The demon of the heart, it is actually unleashing it.

When it is opened, it becomes a flying sword.

Swish!

Before, just like a tiger lying on a barren hill, lurking minions endured; And now, if he is Ling Yunzhi, he dares to laugh at Huang Chao's husband!

Zheng!

The sword flew up and wrapped itself around Conke, the sword was sharp and terrifying, and Conke couldn't get a blow and kept retreating, but he was entangled by the sword and couldn't get rid of it, so he shot angrily and slapped forward.

Airplanes!

The sword trembled, as if it had been hit hard, and at that moment, I rushed forward.

Both palms came out together and slapped each other's chests stiffly.

Conk had to correspond to me.

Rumble!

Heaven and earth trembled, and without warning, both sides burst out with all their strength at this moment, I felt that the capillaries in my whole body exploded, and the blood and qi surged outward, and the whole person was about to collapse, and I couldn't help but shout in a panic: "What the hell are you doing, like this, I will die!" ”

[No, it's the one who died!] 】

Just when I felt that my body was about to collapse, a sharp edge suddenly appeared in Kang Keyou's chest.

This edge seemed very faint at first, but when it slowly appeared in front of me, I realized that it was actually the blood-drinking cold light saber that was almost shattered just now.

The blade of the sword, which was like charcoal, filled the void, frantically absorbing the blood of Kang Keyou's body.

In addition to blood, there is also the will to be crushed.

This was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and at the last moment when the two sides were fighting for their lives, the balance of victory finally tilted to our side.

For this victory, "I" simply commented on it.

The sword is good!