Porter of Two Worlds

Once again, the scene once again fell into a mysterious silence, and almost everyone's head was a little dazed. What happened just now?

With one knife, Ling Jiao simply slashed down, tearing up a group of terrifying skeletons, which made the people who were about to desperately struggle embarrassed, entangled and bewildered.

What means? terrible.

Ling Jiao, who fell into the pretentious mode, stood in front of the crowd, holding a big knife in both hands, looking a little dissatisfied at the evil monster opposite.

What, I said so fiercely, I died with one knife, I haven't tried my best yet.

You... The ugly face of the evil monster on the opposite side twitched, looking at Ling Jiao, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Am I making a mistake? Those skeletons that I refined are parallel imports? Or was it dropped?

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Ling Jiao shook his head, came to Bai Yang's side and said in a low voice, I think something's wrong.

What's wrong? Bai Yang was stunned. Is there anything wrong with you solving the trouble with one knife?

Scratching his head, Ling Jiao said a little uncertainly: That's what happened, look, this is a cultivator in the Realm of Shinto Daoist, right?

Well, then what? Bai Yang nodded, what exactly are you going to say?

So, it should be very powerful and difficult to deal with, but it doesn't look very good now. Ling Jiao was very entangled.

Bai Yang didn't understand, he was a little confused, and asked, What exactly are you trying to express?

When I went down the mountain, the master told me that my strength was actually so-so. Although I was at the level of a martial artist, I might be killed by anyone down the mountain. Let me keep a low profile, but you see ,

The skeleton made by the Shinto real person is not strong at all, and the people around him seem to be very weak. What's going on? Ling Jiao was confused.

Blinking his eyes, Bai Yang understood, this guy's master is definitely the kind of fierce man who is so powerful, even he said that Ling Jiao's strength is so-so, probably that in itself is a kind of affirmation of Ling Jiao, so he let him go. He goes down.

The reason to describe it as so-so is because his master used his own strength to measure it. Can it be the same?

Feeling speechless, Bai Yang felt that what his master said was so-so, who knew whether it was so-so in the realm of a great master or a so-so in the realm of a king. Do you know that you are bullying people compared with these bottom-level people?

Do you mind?

I figured it out, Bai Yang didn't point it out, in fact, it's good for the other party to be like this, lest knowing that he is actually very good will breed a proud attitude, let him keep this low-key mentality, and occasionally make a deadly invisible pretend to feel dangling ...

Patting him on the shoulder, Bai Yang sympathized and said: To be honest, your strength is really so-so. Don't believe me, I know a guy who is only in the realm of a martial artist. I'm afraid a sword made of a piece of broken wood can do it for you. Get down, so don't be arrogant and I'll tell you

Also, it's not that the Shinto demon is not clever. Didn't you hear that? The other party said it was just playing. Since he was playing the other party, he didn't take it seriously. He's going to amplify his moves in a while. Pay attention... um, That's about it, you know?

Hearing Bai Yang's words, Ling Jiao nodded in agreement and said, I understand. Fortunately, you remind me, otherwise I will underestimate the heroes of the world. If that's the case, I'm afraid I won't even know how I died. Where is the wood chip master you mentioned? I want to compete with him when I have a chance.

There is a chance. Bai Yang nodded seriously, almost not holding back his internal injuries.

After a few words of conversation, Ling Jiao turned around and continued to look at the Shinto monster over there, waiting for the other party to make a big move with a serious face.

There is no harm without comparison, he is self-righteous and low-key, but he has forgotten the feelings of the people around him...

The skeleton that the evil demon finally refined was smashed into pieces, one can imagine the anger in his heart.

Dazed for a moment, he stared at Ling Jiao and screamed: Damn it, you dare to destroy my treasure. I will cut your body into pieces and make your human skin into pieces. Lanterns hang over the door!

Where's your big move? It's talking about it? Ling Jiao said without thinking.

This sentence almost didn't cause a critical blow to the Shinto monster, and took Ling Jiao's words as contempt and provocation, and immediately sneered: You think it's all about you!

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed down while standing in the air.

Hoo hoo...

In an instant, the blocked area was howling violently, and endless black air appeared out of thin air, turning into sharp black edges, eerie and strange, filling the entire world.

What the hell is this!

Ah I……

In an instant, there were screams everywhere.

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

Those black awns streaked across people's bodies, cutting them into pieces like cutting tofu, no blood flowed, but all the bodies that were chopped up by the black awns immediately turned into black ice cubes!

Heisha Yin Dao, every time a person dies, he can collect his resentment, death energy and earth's yin energy to refine one. I am angry, let you guys taste the taste of thousands of cuts, and your soul will be overwhelmed. I will tear it to pieces for you!

The gloomy edge swept across the world, and the voice of the evil monster was roaring.

When these so-called black evil knives flooded the world, at least hundreds of people were torn apart, and their bodies turned into pitch-black lumps of ice, which was extremely tragic.

People are already in danger, and they have been taking precautions all the time. When these millions of dark knives and knives swept across, their resistance seemed so feeble.

The so-called zhenqi and zhenyuan can't resist this kind of weird sharpness at all. Someone's zhenqi swelled up and tried to resist, but a black light flashed by, and the zhenqi didn't fluctuate at all, but the person's body was split in two strangely!

In particular, many of the warriors who cultivated cold attribute true qi, when the black awn came to them, their true qi was polluted and turned into a part of the black awn to cause damage to themselves!

Unstoppable, thousands of warriors were torn into pieces!

There is sword energy and sword light flying across the sky, but it has no effect on those black lights at all, and everyone is desperate...

The so-called Heisha Yin Knife belongs to the technique of Shinto monks. It is not a substance. It is between existence and non-existence. It is tangible but intangible. It is physical means, of course physical means cannot affect these tangible and intangible existences!

Hahaha, die, I wanted to play with you at first, but now I'm angry, I don't want to play anymore, let me die! the evil monster growled.

In such a tragic scene, only three people were safe and sound, namely Bai Yang Lingjiao and Huang Lao.

At this time, Huang Lao's face was horrified, his face became paler and paler, and his expression was very dazed. He was dumbfounded looking at the tragic scene around him. They came to kill demons, but now it seems that they are here to die.

Countless people around were dying tragically, but he was the only one who had nothing to do. Those terrifying black lights miraculously disappeared after approaching him, which made him unable to understand what was going on.

Even so, he felt colder and colder all over his body. Although he didn't know what was going on, he felt that he might end up just like everyone else in the near future.

Bai Yang could see clearly that the reason why Huang Lao was safe and sound under the endless black evil knife was actually because he had merit and righteousness to protect his body.

As a warrior, he himself cannot see it, but he who has been doing good deeds all his life has indeed been endowed with this kind of thing by the heavens. The black evil knife is a means of evil and evil, restrained by the righteousness and golden light of merit, it can hurt him That's weird.

But he is not a Shinto monk, so he can't use these awe-inspiring righteousness and golden light of merit at all. They can only be regarded as passive skills, and they are quickly consumed under the endless black evil knives.

Bai Yang reckoned that in less than two minutes, the awe-inspiring righteousness and golden light of merit he accumulated from doing good deeds all his life would be completely consumed!

The reason why the other Ling Jiao is fine is not that he has the so-called golden light of meritorious virtues or righteous energy protection on his body, but that the secret method of operation is resisting.

Perhaps because he felt threatened, he instinctively used his true energy to resist, and the red clouds rose from his body, and the surrounding air was distorted, as if he had turned into an oven. He does damage.

At this time, Ling Jiao was horrified and a little dazed, but instinctively used his true energy to resist, and he didn't understand why Mao's own true energy could resist these terrible black evil spirits.

He himself didn't understand, but Bai Yang could see clearly under his wise eyes.

The ghost knows what kind of martial art this Ling Jiao is practicing. The circulation of true energy can actually communicate with the yang energy of the world and surround him to resist the black evil sword. I am afraid that he himself does not know this, and it is also possible that his master is a scam. I didn't tell him that this kind of exercise still has this kind of characteristic.

As for Bai Yang being Mao, it's not because he used the same divine way to resist. As a Shinto monk from Yeluzi, he didn't practice any magic at all.

The reason why it’s okay is that it uses supernatural flames to resist. This kind of flame is fueled by spiritual power. Innate supernatural powers are better than hard-working spells.

At this moment, Bai Yang was a little embarrassed. Although the supernatural flame was only a thin layer covering the body surface, the temperature was high, so his clothes turned into fly ash, so he could only cover the key parts with his hands.

On his body, only the space bag around his neck and the two chains were not burned, and everything else was gone, becoming clean and smooth.

The Shinto monks are really powerful, I really underestimated them. Ling Jiao said to himself in horror, now he completely agreed with Bai Yang's previous words that fooled him.

He didn't back down, but looked at the Shinto cultivator looming in the endless black light with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice, Is this your ultimate move? It's really powerful, but I still want to compete with you!

As he said that, he slowly raised the black straight-backed long knife in his hand.

He doesn't care about the people who are dying tragically around him, and he just wants to learn from each other when he is provoked...

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