Chapter 442： What does it feel like to hold a big guy?

If someone came to ask Dilei Zhenjun at this time: What is it like to hold a big guy?

Diorui Zhenjun will be speechless. In fact, he once thought about asking Wang Ling to use Jingke to perform the task. However, after passing the last battle of Xianfu, Diorui Zhenjun completely gave up. Already.

The end of that war ended with Jing Ke's unilateral crushing as the victory ... So, this is a real "big brother sword".

At this moment, Di Lei Zhenjun was holding Jing Ke in his hand, his heart was shaking: "Ling brother ... is this really good?"

Wang Ling retreated behind him, but patted him gently on the shoulder. He said nothing, and then returned directly to the ground, giving up the battle in the void to Dilei Zhenjun and the evil sword god.

Why didn't he take a shot?

the reason is simple……

Because Diorui Zhenjun encountered the evil sword god, this was his destined calamity, and to survive this calamity, only to dioruizhenjun himself to die.

"Ling brother, I think, should we solve the battle in a more peaceful way? For example, sit down, have a cup of tea ... communicate for a moment?" Di Lei Zhenjun held Jing Ke, his expression on his face looked slightly It seems a bit helpless ... He always feels that the style of painting has changed suddenly these days!

To be honest, from the moment he was shocked, Di Lei Zhenjun already knew the end of the battle.

At this time, under the action of the true fairy psionic energy, the evil sword god's injury has recovered more than half, but the blood stains on the corners of the mouth have not dried up.

It can only be said that this is a true immortal in the end, even in the innate spiritual domain of others, there are still vast psionic energy in the body.

Wooden sword?

No ... there must be fraud!

Looking at the sword in Dilei Zhenjun's hand, the corner of the evil sword god's mouth drew immediately: "Where did your friend's sword come from?"

After those two slaps, the evil sword **** thought that he had estimated the strength of the boy. Before that, he watched the boy pull the wooden sword out of the crack in the space. Do n’t think about it, it ’s definitely not Unusual.

The origin of Jing Ke, as one of Wang Ling's best friends, Di Lei Zhenjun also knows ...

The white-shirted young man thought for a while and replied, "Well ... this is a peach peach sword for teaching, a bird market, and ninety-nine."

"Miscellaneous! Are you looking down on me?" The evil sword **** emptied, holding the sky in his hands, the evil sword's purple sword gas lingered on the sword body.

He pointed forward with his sword: "You know? Why is this seat named the Ten-meter Sword God?"

Dilei Zhenjun: "???"

On the ground, Wang Ling sat down calmly, holding his arms full of face indifferently. He knew all the wind and grass in the inherent spiritual realm, and did n’t need to raise his eyes to know what happened.

He probably knew what the evil sword **** wanted to express. Although he had mastered the power of kendo in "Great Kendo" ... but everyone's perception of kendo was different.

Ten meters sword god?

Could this evil sword **** have mastered the kendo stunt of ten meters?

Wang Lingzheng was thinking with his chin, but he saw the evil sword **** shouting wildly: "True fairyland can shape the inherent spiritual realm, but the inherent spiritual realm of this seat is different from the other true immortals, as long as it is within ten meters. It's an inherent spiritual domain built by the power of Kendo. In other words ... as long as this seat maximizes the power of Kendo, all melees within ten meters will be considered invincible! "

Wang Ling: "..."

Dilei Zhenjun: "..."

This explanation put a silence in the field.

Both Wang Ling and Di Lei Zhenjun twitched the corners of their mouths, feeling a sense of weakness.

It turns out ... is this the title of the ten-meter sword god? What the **** is the power of Kendo ’s Kendo!

Even if invincible ten meters away, is it possible to win as long as the remote ob?

"..." Di Lei Zhenjun couldn't help but wipe his sweat, this evil sword **** really is not a normal person ...

On the other side, the evil sword **** is very confident in his invincible melee strength within ten meters. He pointed his sword at Dilei Zhenjun: "Don't think of relying on long-range attack to escape. The power of Kendo opened, and I was beaten by this seat ... No one can escape the palm of this seat! "

The evil sword **** Shen Sheng said: "Today, whether it is you. Or your friend, this seat must be wiped out! Then draw your soul. We torture you in the most cruel way!"

He speculated in his heart that the white-shirted young man who had been killed by himself was afraid that there was a resurrection magic weapon that he could use against him ... Such a magic weapon is not lacking in the realm of cultivation, but it is almost a priceless treasure. Consumed once, so the evil sword **** is now very confident ... As long as the white shirt young man dies again like before, there is absolutely no possibility of resurrection.

In this world, how can there be magic weapons that can be infinitely resurrected? And this person is not Asian! The infinite resurrection or something ... should not exist!

"Zixiu was killed!" The evil sword **** shot, and the purple sword gas lingering on the breaking sky sword formed a column of air, running through the whole body!

There was a skeleton-like ghost shadow condensing behind him, dozens of feet high, covered with armor all over his body.

This armor is made of the power of Kendo, and Wang Ling can see it at a glance.

The sword spirit has been added, plus the armor on which this skeleton can combine with the power of Kendo combined with the true immortal spirit ... The evil sword **** has exerted his sword power to the maximum, and it is completely unreserved. .

However, the look on Wang Ling's face remained unchanged. The game was over from the moment he summoned Jing Ke out to www.novelhall.com ~ to Di Lei Zhenjun.

"Break!" The evil sword **** gritted his teeth, and the power of the sword was surging. There was a space crack in the void. The space could not withstand the powerful oppression of the evil sword god's 100% sword power.

Mom! What should I do?

Di Lei Zhenjun has never seen such a posture, playing against the true immortal in the state of full strength, in his current state, it is simply impossible.

"This is the strongest force in this seat, die!" Exclaimed the evil sword god.

He held the sky with his hands, and the sky-sword spirit behind him also stretched out his hand toward the sky. The huge sword light lingered on the dead bone of the skeleton sword spirit. The evil sword's purple sword turned into a light cannon and blasted to thunder. Zhenjun.

"Destroy the dead light!"

Suddenly, the strong winds of the four rushes, the cracked space, and where the light cannons passed, everything was breaking. It was an unstoppable posture.

Although I know that I have the Guardian of the Soul Suppression, he may not die, but if a light cannon of this level hits himself, Diu Leijun feels that he is afraid that there is no blood left ...

If this fire goes on, maybe there is no **** ...

But at the next moment, Dilei Zhenjun found that his body actually moved by himself ...

"Master Ke?"

He was startled in his heart, and the big man in his hand moved with him ... rushing towards the death!

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