I Just Memorized The Plot. Did You Tell Me To Change The Script?

Looking at Fang Ping, who was floating in the air with his hands raised high, Xie Chun even felt that there was no sense of disobedience even if the other person called him "Shenluo Tianzheng" in his next sentence.

A field of pressure beyond common sense spread with Fang Ping as the center. A dark foggy wind blew in the field, and the operation of Xie Chun's sword intention became obscure.

Damn it.

From the perspective of game planning and production, it is reasonable for the opponent, as the agent of the devil, to complete the human form in the first stage and then take the devil form in the second stage.

But this is reality, not a game!

What about the highest second-level peak agreed upon by the BYD secret realm review mechanism? How come people of the third and fourth levels are entering like a vegetable market? How can such a powerful demon agent sneak in!

Can you lose half by surrendering now?

He had even seen Fang Ping's figure floating on the dark wall of flames, his blood-red eyes full of ferocity, and the thunder and lightning in the sky illuminated the silhouette in the darkness.

"Forcing me to use this form, you deserve to die!"

Both sides are holding their breath waiting for the moment of battle to arrive. This is the final battle to the death.

"Weak!"

Fang Ping raised his hand slightly, and a red light suddenly shot out from his hand and penetrated into Xie Chun's body.

The light spread so fast that Xie Chung was hit on the spot just as he was about to react.

"ah?!"

The familiar feeling came over me again.

That day, Xie Chun once again recalled the terror of being dominated by the cold virus and the shame of being imprisoned in bed.

Do you even get the weak buff from the same generation?

Xie Chun roughly estimated that his movement speed had been reduced by about half. His strength was not easy to judge, but it was at least 20 to 30% less.

Wait, he has a panel.

[Disease Lv99: The movement speed is reduced by 35%, and the deceleration effect continues to increase to 70% during the duration, and the attack power and attack speed are reduced by half of this value. 】

The two sides are at odds with each other, and it is certain that they will not be able to defeat each other now.

On the battlefield in the sky, Ning Yingluo was also affected by the red light. Originally, she had the upper hand against the ice dragon, but now she began to be beaten by the ice dragon again.

Ning Yingluo hesitated for a few seconds and shouted: "I still need about half an hour, please hold on!"

She also knew that this idea was unrealistic. She had already felt the fluctuations in the battle below. Even if she played in person, she might not be able to win.

But the current situation no longer allowed her to think too much, and the only thing she could do was to believe in Xie Chun.

However, Xie Chun's face below was about to burst.

Half an hour later and another half hour later, I'm going to die, boss.

When Fang Ping heard this, he sneered and said, "Xie Chun, I'll give you a chance to live now. Just roll over and lick the soles of my shoes, and I can let you live."

Xie Chun hesitated and said: "Is it okay to lick your feet? You can change to a beautiful girl. You don't even need to take off your socks."

As soon as these words came out, even Fang Ping thought he was perverted, so he never mentioned it again, and changed his words: "In this way, you kill that little girl in the sky, and I can let you and a few of your friends go."

"OK."

Anyway, to delay time, Xie Chun began to argue with the opponent while studying to crack the weak debuff in his body.

Seeing him relenting so quickly, Fang Ping's face was full of doubts: "You have no sincerity at all."

"Then what do you want me to do? I'll have to argue with you before I agree?"

After being silent for a while, Fang Ping finally spoke: "Kill the boy named Song Ci behind you, and I can let a girl go first."

Xie Chun said in surprise: "Who? Brother Fang, doesn't he know he is my junior brother?"

"You're like this, and you still care about this?"

"Brother Fang misunderstood. This person is my dearest relative, friend, and brother."

"You have to pay more."

"..."

Fang Fang showed an angry look: "When am I playing house with you? Do you know the gap between the two of us now?"

"I know, now you are Mr. Jing, and I am a stranger from out of town begging for food." Xie Chun lowered his head and said honestly.

He would definitely not be able to defeat him, so he could only wait for Ning Yingluo to finish the fight and come over to help.

There is still some chance if we beat more and less.

Fang Ping was very satisfied with his attitude and sneered:

"Now you are just a mortal, and I am a god."

He raised his hands high, black flames spread around his body, countless red lights emitted, and all the monsters and humans around him collapsed to the ground.

Fang Ping laughed wildly and said, "This is the power of gods and demons. Do you feel how powerful I am?"

Xie Chun was suddenly stunned.

He was not frightened by the so-called powers of gods and demons, but felt a familiar aura in the large-scale red light that just erupted.

rule.

"I have a question." Xie Chun said slowly: "Does your power of gods and demons follow the rules of heaven and earth?"

"That's right! You are also a discerning person." Fang Ping said with black light in one hand and red light in the other: "This authority comes from the law of heaven and contains the rules for the operation of the entire world."

Xie Chun nodded slightly: "You are right, but rules are meant to be broken!"

After receiving the confirmation, a trace of ridicule appeared on Xie Chun's face. This smile was a self-deprecation for himself.

He had always thought that this power of gods and demons was something lofty, but it turned out to be this.

"Arrogant!"

Fang Ping enchanted the long knife with red light and black light, and slashed down Xie Chun's face with the dim light of the long knife!

"go to hell!"

However, Xie Chun didn't move, just closed his eyes on the spot.

"If you can only fight the devil by becoming a devil, then please give me the authority of the devil."

He recited an unknown poem softly.

The long knife in Fang Ping's hand fell and struck a light cyan barrier that suddenly appeared, causing little ripples.

He suddenly stepped back, his expression not very good. He felt the aura of authority from this barrier.

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

Xie Chun recited the prayers he had seen all the way down.

"But you are God's beloved, you are God's eyes, God's kiss is on your forehead."

His tone continued to rise, like the Holy Father's chant, the manic fire elements around him burned out, and the temperature slowly dropped.

Xie Chun opened his eyes again, and his dark pupils lit up into red gold, bursting with vitality that was inconsistent with his complexion.

He slowly read out the last sentence: "What cannot be reached will never be reached, and wherever it goes, it will shine brightly!"

The intense cold squeezed into Fang Ping's realm, and even though he was surrounded by black flames, he still felt a hint of chill...and fear.

He clearly sensed that the huge authority of gods and demons was spreading not far away, and its pressure was even higher than the authority of his disease.

Damn it, after fighting for nearly half an hour, could it be that he has some kind of higher-level power of gods and demons?

Countless questions pounded Fang Ping's brain, and in the end he could only come to a horrified conclusion——

The man in front of me is also a pure devil!

How does the Xuan Kingdom’s Countermeasures Bureau review? Even such a pure demon can be put in. From what I saw on Yandang Mountain before, he is even in a high position? !

This conclusion contained some kind of black humor, but it was not funny to Fang Ping.

Having inherited part of Beelzebub's memories, he knew that there was no such thing as cooperation among demons, but only fighting, devouring, and upgrading each other.

Outside the range of the black flame, Xie Chun stretched the two swords in his hands left and right, and a beautiful sound like chimes was made when the two collided.

Unparalleled power flowed quietly through his body, so quietly that he could even hear his own heartbeat.

He saw dark lines like cracks, which represented...death.

This is authority, the so-called rules of heaven and earth, rules that arise in response to the way of heaven.

Fang Ping's tone was much more cautious: "Which one in hell are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary person."

Xie Chun stretched out his hand and pulled out two sword flowers, adapting to the extra power in his body.

Fang Ping was full of disbelief: "Can ordinary people control the power of gods and demons?"

Xie Chun thought for a while and asked another question: "Do you know what it means to realize the end of sword intention?"

Fang Ping couldn't answer. How could he, a man who plays with long swords, understand this? But Song Ci behind him gave the answer: "Sword power."

This is what he saw in the inheritance classics of the Sword Sect's lineage. It is said that the founder understood the ice sword intention to the extreme, mastered the sword's power, and founded the entire Sword Sect.

"Actually, whether it's sword intention or sword intention, all weapons are the same." Xie Chun looked at the two swords in his hands: "The end of intention is momentum."

"As for what momentum is, I only fully understand it today." Xie Chun suddenly became happy:

"I used to think that the sword's power was to mobilize the rules of heaven and earth to attack."

He used this principle in the Peach Blossom Shadow Falling Divine Sword in the past. He understood the Qingfeng sword intention to the extreme, mastered the operation of the Qingfeng rules, and then mobilized the rules to condense into a giant sword for attack.

However, in the conversation with Fang Ping just now, he suddenly realized that the so-called authority is the rules of heaven and earth.

It’s not about mobilizing the rules after mastering them, it’s about controlling the rules.

For so many years, Xie Chun had thought that sword power was the limit of swordsmanship and that there was no possibility of improvement.

Turns out he was on the wrong track.

The so-called potential means touching the edge of the rules. If you want to go further, you must either break the rules and create a rule of your own, or choose to control the corresponding rules of heaven and earth.

When he first understood the power of the sword, he took a trick and chose to mobilize the rules of heaven and earth. The strength of the sword has indeed increased a lot, but the disadvantage is that he cannot see the way behind.

What a loss.

"In short, mastering the potential perfectly means mastering the power of gods and demons you mentioned." Xie Chun concluded.

To put it bluntly, the pile of poems he just recited was just to delay time, so that he could control the rules of the world according to the sword movements he had learned before.

It was actually the same if he read out one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven, but some high-end words were still useful. At least Fang Ping did not dare to attack him again out of caution.

If the opponent keeps attacking, Xie Chun will still have a headache. At least before controlling the rules, his defense is not that high. If Fang Ping hits him casually, he will probably fall to the ground and attack.

I can only say that Zhuge Liang’s empty city plan is really useful!

After a while of wrangling, the increased strength in Xie Chun's body was almost under control, and he was just ready to take action.

The two swords crossed, and a cross-shaped sword energy that was half black and half white instantly bloomed in front of Fang plane, like the eternity of the moon, the moment of silence between heaven and earth.

Of course, Fang Ping didn't expect that while the two were chatting, the other party would suddenly turn against him and take action. The realm of black flames suddenly collapsed, and fire spread across the sky, setting the entire altar on fire.

Two long and deep cuts were left on Fang Ping's dark chest. There was no sound at the moment when the fly armor collapsed, just like a flaming blade cutting through the snow, and hot and boiling black blood gushed out several feet from under the snow!

This is the sword power that represents death. Coupled with Xie Chun's subjective will to cut, the death line on Fang Ping's body is like a sharp blade cutting through the underworld!

In mid-air, Xie Chun adjusted his position, turned sideways, and whirled down with the second double-sword flower slash!

It can be said that the sword posture is stunning and beautiful. Each sword seems to come from hell, with the majestic power to cut through mountains and seas.

While falling, Xie Chun suddenly brought his swords together, and the two weapons resonated with each other.

The black and white sword light penetrated the air and enveloped Fang Ping like a spider web.

"High-level authority..." Fang Ping repeated this term in astonishment.

The power to resist his illness can only be achieved by high-level authorities.

There was an explosion of sword energy, and Fang Ping, who was in a blocking posture, flew out and hit the mountain.

After a long time, there was a new sound - the sound of Xie Chun falling from the sky, stepping forward step by step, like the god of death demanding his life.

"Who...are you?" Fang Ping's voice was deep and deep as he fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty, Xie Chun."

"I'm not asking you for your human name, but for your devil's name!"

Xie Chun was stunned for a long time before he understood what the other party meant: "I am a pure human being."

"Human? Control high-level authority with the power of a mortal, you thief who steals authority!" Fang Ping's voice was furious, like a sealed demon cursing the world through the six-pointed star array.

"Anyway, who do you think I am?"

Xie Chun's swords gathered momentum, and the smell of death surged out, bursting out again!

The next moment, something incredible happened.

Fang Ping's thoughts seemed to have been cut off with a knife. When he came back to his senses, he found that he and the fly armor fragments on his body were suspended in the air, as if being held up by magnetic force.

And Xie Chun has already drawn his sword!

"Star..."

Horizontal slash, sudden horizontal slash, spinning slash, parallel slash with two swords!

"Burst..."

Cross-cut down, cross-cut up, dash forward and down!

"Stream!"

The black and white swords of the left and right hands chop alternately!

"Go to hell, devil!"

Two thrusts from the black and white swords penetrated Fang Ping's chest!

Sixteen combos!

The huge transparent thin wings behind Fang Ping began to fragment, turning into dust and powder, leaving only the remains of a demonic black skeleton.

Black fly blood sprayed out and fell on the ground like acid rain.

Fang Ping's heart finally broke, and the surrounding altar collapsed like a crumbling sandcastle.

His life continued to dissipate, pieces of fly armor fell off and shattered, black claws broke, and every inch of his body was dissipated in the ultimate death.

It was like a hymn concert came to an end, with countless bards accompanying it to say goodbye. The red curtain fell and the stage was about to close.

The dark clouds in mid-air were completely wiped away, and under the clear sunshine, only the sword in Xie Chun's hand shone brightly.