Fantasy: Invincible From The Game Brush Level

"so close!"

Jiang Ping touched own neck,

Found nothing out of the ordinary.

When the short blade fell on his neck just now,

Jiang Ping felt a strong cutting force coming,

If he hadn't activated the immortal golden body just now,

I'm afraid he will really be beheaded by this attack!

"Hey! You can actually block..."

At this time, the space in front of Jiang Ping suddenly remembered a light hum,

Then, under the gaze of Jiang Ping,

There was no room for anything,

It actually started to float like the surface of water,

Then, a thin figure walked out from inside

He covered his own face, only showing a pair of eyes watching Jiang Ping,

His eyes were full of shock, looking at Jiang Ping's neck,

It seems that they don't understand why the blow of own just now healed the people.

"I'm sorry, junior brother! Just now I was eager to win, so I killed the killer, but luckily you are fine..."

Then, this disciple nodded to Jiang Ping, and then wanted to leave here.

"It's okay! I understand! After all, disciples of the Devil's Cult, all like to make moves, which is the killer move!"

Jiang Ping waved his hand, although the movement seemed very casual,

But what he said,

But this disciple was stunned,

A flash of shock flashed in his pupils, but he quickly covered it up.

At the same time, an extremely cold aura emanated from his body.

This breath is like a poisonous snake, staring at Jiang Ping firmly, as if it will launch a fatal blow at any moment!

"I can not understand what you say!"

This disciple looked at Jiang Ping, and at the same time, his body seemed to merge with the space again and disappear here.

"Then let me let you understand!"

Jiang Ping snorted coldly, watching this disciple make a fierce move!

In an instant, the Fierce Dragon Sword appeared in his hand!

"you wanna die!"

Seeing Jiang Ping take out his weapon, this disciple finally couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly burst into own momentum!

Immediately, with the strength of the seventh grade of real martial arts, all the powerhouses in the arena looked at this side, and showed incomparably astonished expressions!

In this arena where the top combat power is nothing more than real martial arts first rank,

The strength of the seventh grade of Zhenwu can be said to have absolute suppression!

Which Sect is capable of cultivating such a disciple!

"Boy! Since you insist on revealing my identity, you must die!"

The disciple looked at Jiang Ping,

Although his True Martial Realm's momentum erupted, he wasn't weak, but he didn't use his evil power. Instead, he fought with his own power,

After all, the current situation has exceeded his expectations.

If his identity as a disciple of the Devil's Cult is exposed here, I'm afraid he will be caught in an instant!

Sure enough, under the condition that he did not expose his evil spirit,

Although the guards on the side were puzzled by his Realm,

However, he didn't make a move and grabbed him.

"Die!"

Seeing this, the disciple didn't hesitate, his hands turned into claws, and he grabbed Jiang Ping's neck.

"Dixuan, sword drawing technique!"

Seeing this disciple's menacing attack,

Jiang Ping said softly,

Then a wave of Taoism spread out like a storm to the surroundings!

"How can this be……….."

After feeling the incomparably strong morality in Jiang Ping,

The attacking action of this disciple stopped for a while, and the whole person was extremely shocked!

"Oh? Is that... Taoism?"

At the same time, when Jiang Ping used the Dixuan drawing sword technique,

Almost everyone present looked at Jiang Ping,

Including today's referee, Shen Wanqian, the dean of the Supreme Academy!

"Who is this kid..."

Shen Wanqian looked at the morality on Jiang Ping, stood up immediately, and began to ask his subordinates, "Hurry up, hurry up! Take action quickly, this kid must not have any accidents!"

"Boom boom boom..."

And when Shen Wanqian was speaking,

Jiang Ping below has already fought with that disciple,

Immediately, a terrifying Sword Qi came out along with Jiang Ping's aura,

The blood-red sword was condensed on Lielongjian, and he didn't use it.

This actually made the power of the Lielongjian even more powerful,

For a while, Jiang Ping was pressing down on this disciple to fight!

"Boom boom boom..."

After a few sword fights with Jiang Ping,

This disciple was stunned at the beginning, then shocked later, and now he is stunned!

horrible!

Is the disciple in front of him really just a disciple?

He could feel how powerful the sword in Jiang Ping's sword was,

This is an invincible sword,

Even if it was him, he didn't dare to touch his edge, he could only dodge it!

Even if he has the strength of the seventh grade of true martial arts,

There are only three layers that can be displayed!

"boom!"

Finally, with Jiang Ping's fierce bang,

The sword attached to the sword suddenly blasted towards the disciple,

With a huge explosion,

...asking for flowers......

The disciple's figure was blown away,

And he took advantage of this opportunity to step back, not wanting to entangle with Jiang Ping anymore.

"Run? Can you run!"

Seeing this, Jiang Ping immediately picked up his sword and chased after him.

For a moment, those disciples who were fighting in the ring,

All of them stopped and looked towards this side.

After feeling the strength of the seventh-rank True Martial Realm on that disciple,

All the disciples on the ring changed face,

But just when they wanted to escape,

But I happened to see Jiang Ping holding the fierce dragon sword, following the picture of this guy of the seventh rank of true martial arts!

For a moment, these disciples were stunned!

Good guy!

This is too tough!

Actually chasing after a master of the seventh rank of true martial arts,

Then his strength, how horrible it must be!

"Wan Jian Return to Self!"

Jiang Ping didn't care about other people's eyes. At this moment, all his attention was on the disciple in front of him.

Then, Jiang Ping waved the fierce dragon sword lightly in his hand,

At the same time, white sword shadows began to condense around his body, frantically gathering towards the Lielongjian!

For a moment, the terrifying fluctuations emanating from the Fierce Dragon Sword made everyone present pale!

"What kind of attack is this..."

After the Demon Sect disciple of the seventh rank of Zhenwu sensed the ever-increasing terrifying aura on the Fierce Dragon Sword,

I just feel a tingling scalp,

Even if it is the power of his True Martial Realm seventh grade,

I'm afraid I can't withstand the power of this sword!

This kid is obviously only in the third rank of Zhenwu, why can he release such terrifying power!

"Boom boom boom..."

While speaking, Jiang Ping had already condensed the Fierce Dragon Sword,

Immediately, the Fierce Dragon Sword seemed to grow countless times larger,

It turned into a huge white sword shadow,

Towards the back of the disciples of the Demon Cult, stabbing them with a bang!

"No..."

See Jiang Ping this strike,

The guard on the side suddenly made a move, trying to block it!

Because there are regulations in this big competition, it is absolutely not allowed to harm lives!

"Devil's palm!"

However, just when the guard was about to make a move,

The Demon Sect disciple was one step ahead, turning around and attacking Jiang Ping!

At the same time, a terrifying force of evil energy instantly rose from the disciples of the Demon Cult,

At this moment, the expressions of all the disciples on the entire ring changed drastically!

"Disciple of the Demon Cult! Righteousness!".