Porter of Two Worlds - Chapter 477

Chapter 477

Once again, the scene fell into an enigmatic silence, almost all people's heads were a little confused, what just happened?

A knife, Ling Jiao only a knife simple chop, a group of terrible skeletons to tear, which is ready to fight people are very embarrassed, entangled and confused.

What means is that? It's horrible.

Ling Jiao, who is trapped in the forced mode, stands in front of the crowd with a big knife in his hands. He looks at the evil demon in the opposite direction.

What's the matter? I'm not doing my best.

"You..." The ugly face of the evil way monster twitches. Looking at Ling Jiao, he doesn't know what to say.

Am I wrong? The skeletons made by ourselves are parallel products? Or was it replaced?

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Ling Jiao shook her head and came to the poplar and whispered, "I think it's a little wrong"

"what's wrong?" Baiyang was shocked. You solved the problem with a knife. What's wrong with it?

Scratching his head, Ling Jiao was a little uncertain and said, "it's such a thing. You see, this is a monk in the realm of Shinto

"Well, then?" Bai Yang nods. What are you going to say?

"So ah, it should be very powerful, super hard to deal with, but now it doesn't look good." Ling Jiao is very tangled.

Baiyang did not understand, a little confused, asked: "what do you want to express?"

"When I went down the mountain, the master told me that my strength was just so weak. Although it was a martial arts cultivation, I could not be killed by anyone down the mountain. Let me keep a low profile. But you see, the skeleton frame made by the Shinto immortal is not strong at all, and the people around me seem to be very weak. What's the matter?" Ling Jiao is entangled.

In a blink of an eye, Bai Yang understood that this guy's master was a fierce man with no end to the cattle. Even he said that Ling Jiao's strength was so careless that he thought that it was a kind of affirmation to Ling Jiao, so he let him go down the mountain.

The reason to describe it carelessly is that his master uses his own strength to measure it. Can it be the same?

There is no language in his heart. Bai Yang feels that his master's words are careless. Who knows whether he is careless in the grand master's realm or in the realm of RenWang. Do you know if you are bullying people compared with these people at the bottom of the river?

What do you mean?

I want to understand, the poplar doesn't break it. In fact, it's also good for the other party, so as not to know that he is actually a cow and breed a proud mentality. He keeps this kind of low-key psychology all the time, and occasionally makes a fatal invisible installation to feel hanging

After patting him on the shoulder, Bai Yang sympathized: "to tell you the truth, your strength is really careless. Don't believe it. I know a guy who is in the realm of martial arts. I'm afraid a sword made of a broken piece of wood can do it for you. So don't be arrogant. I'll tell you"

"there's also, and it's not that Shinto demon who is not skillful in means. Don't you hear me. The other side said that this is in the As for playing, since they are playing, they are not serious. They will enlarge their moves soon. Please pay attention to Well, that's about it, okay? "

After listening to Bai Yang's words, Ling Jiao nodded: "I understand. Fortunately, you remind me, otherwise I will underestimate the heroes in the world. If that's the case, I'm afraid I don't know how to die. Then where is the master who uses the wooden film? When I had a chance, I would like to have a discussion with him "

" the one who has the opportunity "nodded seriously and almost didn't have internal injury.

After a few words of dialogue, Ling Jiao turns and continues to look at the Shinto demon over there, waiting for the other party to enlarge his moves.

Without contrast, there is no harm. He is self righteous and low-key, but he forgets the feelings of those around him

The skeleton made by that evil spirit was broken into pieces. You can imagine the anger of his heart.

Leng Shen reacted for a moment, staring at Ling Jiao and screaming, "Damn it, damn it, you dare to destroy my baby. I will tear you into pieces and cut into pieces, and make your skin into a lantern and hang it on the door!"

"What's your trick? It's a blowgun? " Ling Jiao came to such a sentence.

This sentence almost didn't give the Shendao demon a critical attack. He took Ling Jiao's words as contempt and provocation, and immediately sneered: "you think it's 50% of you!"

With that, he reached out and pressed down.

Whoosh, whoosh

In a flash, the wind roared in the blocked area, and endless black gas appeared out of thin air, turning into sharp black edges, which filled the whole world.

"What the hell is this?"

"Ah, I..."

In an instant, there were screams.

The edge of endless black fog swept across the world, and the temperature dropped by dozens of degrees in an instant!

Those black awns across people's bodies, just like cutting tofu, cut people's bodies into pieces without blood flowing. However, all the bodies that were cut by black awns turned into dark ice lumps at the first time!

"Heisha Yin Dao, every one who dies can collect his resentment and Qi. Only with the Qi of the earth Yin can we refine it. I'm angry. Let you guys taste the taste of thousands of cuts, and the spirits will be torn up for you!"The dark edge sweeps across the world, and the voice of evil spirits roars.

When these so-called black evil swords filled the world at the first time, at least hundreds of people were torn to pieces, and their bodies turned into black ice lumps, which was extremely tragic.

People are already in danger, and have been careful to guard against it. When these millions of black evil swords swept across, their resistance seemed so feeble.

The so-called true Qi Zhenyuan can't resist this kind of strange edge. Some people try to resist it, but a black light flashed by. The true Qi did not fluctuate at all, but the human body was strangely split in two!

In particular, many of the martial arts practitioners who practice the ice cold attribute of true Qi, when the black awn comes to the body, their real Qi is polluted and turns into a part of the black light, causing damage to themselves!

No one can stop it. Thousands of warriors are torn into pieces!

There is sword Qi and blade in the sky, but it has a slight impact on those black awns. Everyone is in despair

The so-called Heisha Yin Dao belongs to the technique of Shinto friars. It's not an entity. It's between being and not being. It's tangible and immaterial. The true Qi and Zhenyuan of martial arts cultivation is a way of energy release and a physical means. Of course, physical means can't affect the existence of these tangible and immaterial things!

"Ha ha ha ha, die. I wanted to play with you. Now I'm angry. I don't want to play. I'll die for all of you!" Evil spirits roar.

In such a tragic scene, only three people are safe and sound, they are Bai Yang Ling Jiao and Huang Lao.

At this time, Huang Lao's face was startled, his face became more and more pale, and his expression was very blank. Looking at the tragic pictures around him, he was dumbfounded. They came to kill the demons, but now it seems that they are coming to die.

Around countless people are dying, but he has nothing to do with it. Those terrible black awns magically disappear after he approaches him, which makes him wonder what the situation is.

Despite this, he felt colder and colder all over. Although he didn't know what was going on, he felt that he might end up like other people soon.

The reason why Huang Lao is safe and sound under the endless black evil Yin Dao is that he has merit and noble integrity to protect his body.

As a warrior, he can't see it, but he has been doing good deeds all his life. He is endowed with this kind of thing by heaven. Heisha Yin Dao belongs to the means of yin and evil. It's strange that it can hurt him if it is restrained by Haoran's righteousness and merit.

But he is not a Shinto monk. He can't use these noble righteousness and golden light of merit at all. He can only be regarded as a passive skill, which is quickly consumed under the endless black evil Yin Dao.

Bai Yang estimates that in less than two minutes, he has done good deeds all his life, and the accumulated noble spirit and merit will be consumed completely!

The other reason why Ling Jiao is OK is not that he has the so-called merit golden light or Haoran Zhengqi to protect his body, but to run the secret method to resist.

Maybe he felt the threat. Zhenyuan resisted him instinctively. With the red clouds rising on his body, the air around him was distorted. It was like an oven. Those terrible black evil Yin knives were resisted by the hot Zhenyuan, and could not hurt him.

At this time, Ling Jiao's face was startled and a little at a loss, but he instinctively used Zhenyuan to resist. He didn't understand that Mao's own Zhenyuan could resist these terrible evil spirits.

He didn't understand it, but he could see it clearly.

Ghost knows what kind of martial arts Lingjiao is practicing. Running his true Qi can actually communicate with heaven and earth. Yang Qi surrounds him to resist the black evil and Yin Dao. I'm afraid he doesn't know that. Maybe his master is a poor man, and he didn't tell him that this skill has such characteristics.

As for Bai Yang, it's not because he uses the same Shinto technique to resist it. As a Shinto monk from nomuzi's family, he doesn't practice any skills at all.

The reason why it's OK is to use the power flame to resist it. This flame uses spiritual power as fuel, but it is more powerful than magic. In the words of earthman, this is called power. In the words of the world Shinto friars, this is the gifted magical power, which is more powerful than the skill that has been painstakingly cultivated.

At the moment, the poplar is a little embarrassed. Although the power flame is only a thin layer covering the body surface, but the temperature is high, so you can only cover the key position with your hands because your clothes turn into fly ash.

In him, only the space bag and two chains around his neck were not burned, and there was nothing else, and he became clean and sleek.

"The Shinto monk is really powerful, I really underestimate it," Ling Jiao said in surprise. Now he fully agreed with Bai Yang's words.

He didn't flinch. Instead, he looked at the Shinto monk who was looming in the endless dark light and said in a deep voice, "is this your big move? Sure enough, it's very powerful, but I still have to compete with you! "

With that, he slowly raised the black straight back knife in his hand.

He doesn't care about the people who are dying miserably. He just wants to have a fight with each other