Sword Saints Should Go Tank

Relying on the seventh sense of the apocalypse, Huang Xing sensed the source of this strange world, and the evil spirit also sensed Huang Xing who was using divine power!

The moment Huang Xing was discovered, all the evil spirits in this treacherous territory rioted. Some evil spirits blocked all directions, and some evil spirits gathered to hinder Huang Chen's actions, and Huang Chen's actions were also very fast.

There is no meaning of flying to rush over, when the evil spirit is rioting, there is a blue halo appearing from the foot where Huang Xing is standing - a zigzagging path.

The mysterious blue light circle connects the two places. Looking inside the blue light circle from the outside, one can clearly see a dilapidated house, which is the location of the evil that Huang Xing just pushed out with his mana consciousness.

When the blue light circle connected the two places, the dragon hunting sword held in Huang Xing's hand also directly let go and fell towards the light circle, with the tip of the sword reaching the dilapidated hut.

And at the same time as the dragon-hunting sword and gun fell, there was a spirit of punishing evil from Huang Xing's mouth.

"In the name of justice, you are evil, accept the punishment!"

As Huang Xing's words of punishing evil came out, the flames on the Dragon Hunting Sword and Spear suddenly soared, and finally, a 500-meter sacred flame sword covered the body of the Dragon Hunting Sword and Spear.

[Gold Skill - Justice of Demacia]

The sacred flame sword is like the weapon of the gods. Just floating in the air, it dispels the black mist covering everything, and shocks the evil creatures within a few miles.

"Unable to obtain the aura of heaven and earth and the blessing of the righteous heart of human beings has indeed reduced the power of the skill. It is only 500 meters, alas!"

Huang Xing was dissatisfied, but the Xie Chong of the ink painting who was targeted was panicked.

When Huang Xing sensed the evil spirit, although the ink painting couldn't see what Huang Xen was doing because the evil energy of the place where he stood was exhausted, the deadly sense of crisis still made it feel bad.

But before it could make any response, a deep blue hole appeared in the thousand-meter sky above the house where it was located, and then, a weapon that made it feel panic flew out of the air, locking it completely.

"Once that weapon hits my body, I will die!"

This is the evil's foreknowledge, and it is also the source of its palpitations. Under such a crisis, it immediately made all its own responses.

The one-hour battle just now made the ink and wash painting know that it could not influence Huang Xing, so at this critical moment, it no longer wanted to influence Huang Xing, but used the condensed evil spirit as ink on the ink and wash painting to copy out A picture.

Because it is the most critical moment, the ink painting condenses the most familiar and convincing images.

Surprisingly, that scene was not weird evil spirits, or weird items, not even the various god statues and various palace defenses that Huang Xing had guessed, what appeared in the ink painting was a figure with his back facing the world.

The figure not only turned its back to the world, but also looked very blurry, but it perfectly matched the ink painting.

"This feeling, this image is what ink painting was originally imprinted on."

At the same time that enlightenment rose in his heart, he used the dragon hunting sword and gun as the foundation, and the great sword condensed with the fire of justice and the power of justice also fell from the sky.

The falling of the big sword was extremely fast, like a stream of light approaching the main body of the ink painting in an instant, and the pressure of the falling sword also shattered the dilapidated wooden house in an instant.

"boom!"

When the wooden house was shattered, the great sword containing the fire of justice also smashed on the ink painting completely, and a shocking explosion sounded from then on.

Amidst the violent roar, the hut and the things for several miles around were all blown into dust by the great sword containing the fire of justice, and there were flames and smoke permeating the land for several miles.

And when the smoke and dust dissipated, Huang Xing, who was looking down from the blue light circle, found that everything above the ground here had been crushed.

But looking at all this, Huang Xing frowned. The pillar of this place, the ink painting, was still floating in front of Huang Xing's eyes. Of course, what blocked the big sword was not the material of the ink painting itself, but the figure in the ink painting.

That figure's back is facing the world, and everything in the world seems to have difficulty facing that back.

"Resist everything, you know it's not that easy!"

Thinking of this, Huang Xing just sighed. When he learned that the strange situation here made the Tianwu City army helpless and could only defend outside, he knew that the evil spirits here were not easy to deal with, and everything in front of him was not unexpected. he expected.

"The ability is indeed weird, but you are not a legend yet."

At the same time as the sound sounded, Huang Xing took a step forward, and he had come to the side of the ink painting from the winding path and the opened passage. At this time, this strange place had been completely blocked by the evil spirit. Chen escaped to make a response.

But Huang Xing didn't intend to escape, he ignored the blockade of the evil spirit, instead he took advantage of the time when the evil spirit blocked the world, he came to the side of the ink painting, and stretched out his hand to grab the scroll.

And just when Huang Xing stretched out his hand, his eyes suddenly wrinkled. The back figure in the ink painting had already turned half of his body at some point. Looking at the half-twisted body, Huang Xing felt inexplicable palpitations. At the same time, a trembling fear enveloped Huang Xing himself.

"When the figure in the scroll is completely turned around, something terrible will happen."

This is the prediction given by Tian Qi, and it is also Huang Xing's judgment.

When making this judgment, Huang Xing didn't stop at all, his hands were like claws, Wanxiang Tianyin had already been used by him.

"This weird thing has to be shredded."

Huang Xing, who didn't want to be attacked unexpectedly, wanted to act first, but he stretched out his palm, but he couldn't do anything to the picture scroll. The image with his back to the world had an inexplicable power. It's like not being able to touch the picture scroll.

"Deviating from the artistic conception of everything, do you need to shoot suddenly at the moment you turn around, or find a substitute to look at the person in the painting, and then shoot while that thing is looking at each other?"

Huang Xing is not stupid, within a few breaths, he thought of some weaknesses of ink painting from some characteristics of ink painting. After all, this is a title, not a legend, and it still has weaknesses.

But, thinking of these weaknesses, Huang Xing didn't act according to those weaknesses.

Looking at the back figure in the ink painting, his expression suddenly turned fierce: "Facing all living beings, the artistic conception is indeed good, but I am a rough man, I think you can block this skill - black hole!"

When Huang Xing's ferocious voice sounded, a black dot appeared in his palm, and he flicked it onto the ink painting.

As soon as the black dot appeared, it showed a terrifying suction force. Under that suction, the surroundings of the ink painting were completely distorted, and the dirt and evil spirits were continuously sucked in by the black dot. Finally, even the space collapsed.

The black dot is absorbing everything and growing bigger, but this time, the artistic conception of facing all living beings is also helpless.

Although he was rejecting everything, even the space collapsed, and the ink painting that carried it naturally couldn't resist the suction of the black hole. That idea, after all, did not have the terror of a black hole that devoured everything.

[Ding, the system prompts that the host has killed the city-breaking evil spirit, congratulations to the host, and gained 1,800,000 experience points]

When the system's icy voice sounded, it also meant that Huang Chen had won the final victory, and starting with more than 1.8 million experience points was enough to make Huang Chen happy.

However, although the ink painting was completely torn apart by the black hole, the back view in the painting made Huang Xing frowned deeply.

Huang Xing, who was some distance away from the black dot, could clearly see that when the ink painting was captured by the black hole, a sigh seemed to sound out of thin air, and then, the figure in the ink painting turned around and stopped moving backwards, before the ink painting completely submerged into the black Before the small point, the back figure lost all the sublime information, as if it had turned into a real painting.

Such a scene also made Huang Xing understand that although the picture scroll died, the back figure did not die.

Even Huang Xing didn't know what that figure was.

"What is that back figure, the original owner of the ink painting? A painting made by its owner for another strong man? The residual image of the strong man..."

Various speculations appeared in Huang Xing's mind, but there was no time for Huang Chen to guess at this time. When the ink painting died, the evil spirit's killing of Huang Xing had already begun.

No, it should be said that it started when the world was blocked.

When Huang Xing dealt with the ink painting, evil spirits rushed towards the scroll like a tide, wanting to wish the ink painting a helping hand.

But the previous situation made Huang Xing understand that although the evil spirit can do many things, if the evil spirit is completely removed, it can't do anything.

Therefore, when the black hole devoured everything, Huang Xing had already sucked in the dragon-hunting sword gun that had just turned into a big sword, held the gun to the ground, and as the power of the sun transformed into a blazing flame of justice, a golden red Centered on Huang Xing, the circle of light burst out towards the surroundings. Under the purification of the golden-red circle of light, the evil mist that came in was completely burned. Therefore, the ink painting was destroyed by Huang Chen without any support.

"Just now, I turned into a giant dragon and swept the deceitful world around and gained 500,000 experience points. Now I have gained another 1.8 million. When the deceitful world is shattered, the world will reward me with at least 2 million. For me, it's the fastest way to improve your strength."

After saying this, Huang Xing paused: "But it's also the most dangerous."

When his words fell, endless evil spirits rushed towards Huang Xing like a sea tide. At the same time as the evil spirits surged, resentment, hatred, fear, despair... all kinds of negative emotions turned into The roaring skulls kept roaring at Lu Chen, mixed with evil spirits, trying to swallow him completely.

In response to this, Huang Xing's response was to tighten the dragon hunting sword gun in his hand, and as the power of the sun poured into the dragon hunting sword gun, a pillar of fire hundreds of meters straight into the sky, extinguishing all the evil spirits rushing towards Huang Chen burn up.

But the next moment, more mist of evil spirits rushed towards Huang Xing, completely controlling the evil spirits here, and could mobilize the power of a world to surround and kill one person.

Regarding this, Huang Xing didn't care much about it. Although water dripped through stone and was continuously eroded by the evil spirit, even Huang Xing would be corrupted, but the power of the sun filled in his body allowed him to survive the evil mist for a week without any problem.

But the evil spirit can't last that long. After the ink painting was completely killed by Huang Xing, Huang Xing could feel that the power of his world had already entered this strange place with himself as the coordinate. When the power of the world reached a certain level Well, if Xie Chong doesn't have a fulcrum yet, Huang Xing's world can completely shatter this strange world, and he can return.

"You don't have much time."

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ps: There is another chapter at noon or in the afternoon.