Painting of the Nine Immortals

"Colorful Yuan Ying, the ultimate physical body!"

"Fearful, both spirit and body, are the best in their class!"

"No, it should be said that he is as invincible as his mana!"

Looking at a round of immortal Lingxian, everyone was so shocked that he did not expect his soul and body to be as powerful as mana.

The ultimate physical body is extremely rare even in the ancient times when it was placed in the body.

The soul is even more amazing. The knowledgeable generations are faintly aware of something.

"Extreme flesh, immortal soul ..."

The little **** king stared at Ling Xian with a shock and bitterness.

As a spiritual race, his spirit is naturally far beyond his peers, but compared with Lingxian, he is undoubtedly a little witch.

The same is true of the physical body.

Although his physical body is not bad, he has not reached the extreme, and he is not qualified to compete with Ling Xian at all.

"You shouldn't speak without faith."

Ling Xian glanced briefly at the little **** king, the light of the flesh rushing to the sky, and Yuanying's colorful radiance.

"It's not your turn to teach me." The little **** king gritted his teeth and repented.

He originally thought that when he used the power of the soul and body, he would be able to reverse the defeat and save his face.

But as a result, it is even more ashamed.

At this moment, the little **** king feels like a joke, a big joke!

"It's almost time, it's time to end this battle."

Looking at the sinking sunset, Ling Xian spoke faintly, and the mighty gods swept the Eight Wastelands.

"Even if you are better than me, you can't kill me." The little **** king was somber and bloody, almost infinite.

However, his injuries were not completely cured.

Destiny is indeed a powerful healing power, but there is a limit to being severely injured by Ling Xian, it is naturally impossible to recover in a short time.

"I didn't intend to kill you." Ling Xian looked calm, all he wanted was to suppress the little **** king, which was not difficult for him.

At the moment, he took a strong shot, and the three powers of the Fa soul exploded together!

Suddenly, the little **** king coughed up blood, and took a few steps back.

If he was in the heyday, he would be able to fight Lingxian with a thousand strokes, but at this moment he was wounded, and his invincible belief was shaken.

Slightly weaker, the black mist is broken, and the soul and body are not as good as Lingxian. How can the invincible faith not waver?

Therefore, the little **** king fell into the downwind, and even if his life was spared, he could not reverse the situation.

boom!

The spirit is shaking the sky, the body is powerful, the mana is shining, the Lingxian fire is full, and it is fierce like a dragon!

He was powerful and outrageous with each hit, and the little **** king coughed up blood, trembling backwards.

This made everyone present look dull, either feeling dazzled or just dreaming.

That is the little **** king that even Longjun can suppress. He has an undefeated name, but at this moment, he is coughing up blood by Ling Xian, which is really incredible.

However, the facts lie ahead.

The little **** king was indeed suppressed by Lingxian, and he had no choice but to fight back!

Click!

Ling Xian tore the void with his bare hands, ghostly appeared behind the little **** king, and punched down, shaking the sky.

Blood splattered, and the little king's body cracked and crumbled.

After that, he became a sandbag.

Not only did they not have the power to fight back, even the ability to parry was lost, and they could only rely on huge vitality to persist in Lingxian's stormy offensive.

However, the eyesight can see it, he can not hold it for long.

In Lingxian's uninterrupted bombardment, his injuries were getting worse and worse, and he had reached the point of lethality. In the end, even Zhanjia was broken.

"ended…"

Ling Xian's eyes were dark and deep, and many methods manifested, making the little **** king spray blood all over him, unable to fall.

"Failed, the little **** king lost ..."

"It's unbelievable that the little **** king that even Longjun can suppress was defeated by Lingxian."

"It's incredible, I never dreamed, and it turned out that Ling Xian suppressed the little **** king."

Looking at the little **** king who was struggling to get up, but difficult to stand up, everyone felt that he was dreaming, even if it was Luo Xinjie who understood Ling Xian's strength.

Before the duel, everyone thought that this battle would be won by the little **** king, and it would be easy to win.

However, at this moment, Ling Xian strongly suppressed the little **** king. This result made everyone unbelievable.

They stared blankly at Ling Xian, like they saw an invincible deity, with respect and fear.

"Really won ..."

Long Jun sighed, looking at Ling Xian, who was like a **** in the dust, and lost heart.

He lost to the little **** king, but the little **** king lost to Ling Xian, which means that he is not Ling Ling's opponent.

"It is indeed the man I fancy." Luo Xinjie chuckled, bright and moving, dumping sentient beings.

"I haven't lost yet!"

The little **** king roared and shook the world's might and power, like the advent of an emperor, and deterred the heavens and the world.

This changed everyone, and Ling Xian was no exception.

Because, this is not the momentum of the later period of transcendental realm, but the beginning of ninth realm!

"Little God King, what do you want to do?" Luo Xin relieved.

"Hahaha, naturally killed him." The little **** Wang Yangtian laughed wildly, he could no longer care about his face, and just wanted to kill Ling Xian and wash his humiliation.

"Dare you!" Luo Xin's eyes were cold and cold. When the little **** Wang used the power of the soul and body, she didn't shoot because she knew how good Ling Xian's soul and body were.

But at this moment, she must get her hand.

"Why am I afraid? As long as you can kill him, what will people do?"

The little **** king sneered, a shot broke, and Tianyu was broken.

This is a full shot of the ninth realm of evil, let alone Ling Xian was seriously injured. Even if he was in the heyday, he could not survive.

At the time of the crisis, Luo Xinjie made a strong shot and shook the magical gun with a shocking attitude.

This relieved everyone present, as was Ling Ling.

The little **** king is not an ordinary ninth realm monk. With his full blow, even if he is a strong man in the ninth realm, he may not be able to block it.

If Luo Xinjie releases his shots in time, he will probably die.

"Little God King, you're looking for death!" Luo Xin angered and rushed to the crown, his intention to kill was stunned.

Everyone frowned, did not expect the little **** king to be so mean.

It is only necessary to use the two powers of the soul body. At this moment, the power of the ninth realm is used, which makes it clear that Lingxian and death are to be set!

"I didn't expect him to be such a person."

"Speaking of the first-level battle, he didn't use the power of the soul and body, but he was unbelievable and shameless!"

"Dirty, I feel ashamed of him."

Everyone argued that even the loyal supporter of the little **** king felt that he was extremely despicable.

Those words of disdain, like a loud slap, made the little **** king feel humiliated, and his lungs exploded.

"Take your own shame." Ling Xian glanced at the little **** king, without anger or killing.

Because the little **** king completely wiped his face.

From now on, everyone will look down on him, which is more uncomfortable than killing him!

"Damn!"

The little **** Wang Yangtian roared, anxious to smash Ling Xian to death.

However, he did not dare to move.

Luo Xinjie and the elders of the ninth realm have surrounded him. If he dares to move, he will definitely be killed on the spot!

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