"Found it!"

A female demon suddenly said to the leader. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then he tried to link to Lin Qiming.

"Eyes of the Deep Sky Star Sea!" Lin Qiming decisively fought back and opened his eyes at the same time. It was a pair of eyes that were deeper than a black hole, as if there were billions of light-years of starry sky in it, and this starry sky had countless stars rising and dying.

In the next moment, the female demon's brain was instantly baked into a pulp, because no matter how powerful a person's brain was, it was impossible to calculate billions of light-years of starry sky!

At this time, there were only three people left on the leader's side.

On the other side, near the old man, the arrogant and unself-respecting demon was launching a seemingly fierce attack.

It was a storm of attacks, fingers stabbing like bullets, a storm like bullets that could destroy everything in its path.

But he was still thinking too simply.

"No, it's not right, they want to fool me, think I can't see it?" the old man sneered in his heart, he found that when the demon attacked, the demon's attack could actually maintain a normal temperature!

This was inherently unreasonable, and he was well-informed, and he could tell at a glance that it was either a devouring class or an invalid class.

Therefore, he avoided head-to-head confrontation as much as possible and focused on dodging.

Then, he jumped back and pressed his hand to the hilt.

The fingers are moving repeatedly and jumping, which is to make the palm more active.

At the same time, the incomparably deep True Yuan Power began to condense and collapse constantly, and that terrifying power was poured into the blade.

The blade also turned blood red because of this, it was a knife that condensed his will, a knife that was enough to destroy the world!

The old man looked at the black hole on his fingertips, it was not a black hole at all, it was just a small whirlpool that disturbed the air.

"Can this also be called a miracle?" the old man remembered the nightmare, demon-like existence of that day, the man who was proud of the world.

That man was terrifying, and now I think about it with fear and it makes people tremble!

Just moving, its immense force is enough to cause the world to repulse and collapse!

That was the only old man who didn't even want to think about it! Even if he wanted to kill himself, he wouldn't have the courage to resist. Because he is so strong, so strong that all resistance is in vain.

At that time, a group of people went to encircle and suppress with him, but he thought that a group of weak people were playing a game with him, and he directly hit the black hole with a fist full of jokes.

At that moment, it was the first time that I realized my powerlessness so clearly.

All along, he tried to be able to block that punch, but the stronger he became, the more he found it out of reach, and finally gave up on himself.

"What a weak chicken!" After saying that, the knife began to swing.

With that knife, it seemed that even the heavens and the earth were going to change color! Divided into pure black and white, even the space itself began to be distorted.

Under the majestic and violent surging power, even the demon had to be cut into pieces, turned into countless unequal parts, and wiped out in the true sense of the word! It was a fragment that was not even visible to the naked eye.

He withdrew his knife and swung it lightly at the ground, and a huge ditch suddenly appeared on the ground, and the rocks that had been on the ground bulged out on both sides of the ditch because they were displaced.

"Next. The old man pointed his bloodless knife at the leader and said, "That's you!"

"Go ahead, I'll hold him back. The leader said, motioning for his accomplices to go straight to the task. "There are too many dead people, don't get involved in this!"

That's probably what he thinks in his heart.

The three accomplices nodded, then jumped up and left.

The leader swept the clothes from the arm of his left hand to the end, and lifted the clothes to the shoulder, and it turned out that his arm turned out to be a strange object composed of countless python-like thick muscles and eyes.

Then, his left hand shook for a while, and his muscles kept flowing.

Pick up an equally weird, bloody sword on your back directly.

It was a sword that was close to rust, but it looked blood-red so red that it was impossible to tell if it was rust or dried blood.

That sword was different from the rapier of this plane, but a wide and thick broadsword.

"You have to be honored that a mere native was able to push me to this point, which I had prepared to deal with God. The leader smiled wickedly.

"There is a threat. The old man thought, "Although it is only a reluctant opening, there is a possibility of victory after all, and it is impossible to lie to me! Although it is not honorable to do so, there is nothing clean between the monks!"

When he thought of this, the old man decided to strike first, although it didn't look good, but as long as he won, he didn't want to say what he wanted.

The contest between life and death cannot have any mercy and morality, because if you don't die, you live and die, unless someone thinks that morality is more important than their own life.

However, there is a consensus that the winner will inevitably whitewash himself and suppress the loser, so even the moral guardians have to do their best and never talk about morality again, because when they die, they are more likely to splash dirty water and make them ruined after death.

This old man is not some pedantic moral guardian, and if he had, he would have hung up before he could defeat the Black King.

"Threats, I hate threats, let me die!" In order to eliminate the possibility of a threat that could not even be completed, the old man had already used all his strength directly.

The red image kept rising like a flame.

"The meaning of the conquest! Close combat!" After speaking, a knife fell directly.

Swift and ruthless swords! When the brave meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, and in the short hand on the battlefield, martial arts often do not play any role, and the only thing that can be done is to be quick and ruthless! Kill the enemy before others kill you! Only in this way can you survive.

This is a knife with 10% power! Even if it is the power that leaks out, it directly makes the entire gladiatorial arena and the surrounding audience platforms press several meters lower!

"Whoaa As a result, how could this hasty defense be able to withstand a knife of ten percent of the force?

This ridiculous defense will be wiped out in the face of this sword!

I only heard the sound of brushing, along with the strange big sword, the blood-red sinew-fleshed left hand, and the person were all split into two equal parts.

"Ridiculous. The old man swung the blood off the knife.