"You want to challenge me in a one-on-one duel?"
Lin Che looked surprised. Looking down at Yao Tunan on the ground from mid-air, he said loudly:
"You're just a four-legged snake, but you really think you're a dragon?"
Upon hearing this, Yao Tunan gritted his teeth again, and his whole body began to twist slowly, especially his body which became slender and soft.
It's like... the body of a giant python.
The exposed skin began to be covered with a layer of snake scales, and the mouth and two teeth became like the fangs of a giant snake.
"Lin Che, since you forced me to use my ultimate weapon, you deserve to die. Don't worry, I will devour all your blood and shatter your soul!"
As Yao Tunan spoke, he stretched out his neck suddenly. His neck, which was covered with snake scales, suddenly extended to two meters in length, which was quite creepy.
"Is this what Xiumen is? I'm a little disappointed!"
Lin Che frowned. His previous enlargement, a muscular physique, was already terrifying enough. He never expected Yao Tunan to transform into something like this, neither human nor snake.
It seems to be the martial arts left behind by the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons.
Squeak——
Yao Tunan suddenly bounced up into the air with his six or seven meter long body. He opened his mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of black poison.
Without giving it much thought, Lin Che simply extended her hand and clapped it away, sending the black poison flying onto the ground. Many people from the four major families were still watching the spectacle, and were immediately hit by the splattering poison.
"ah--"
Hundreds of people died with their bodies festering amid screams, and in just a few breaths they turned into a pool of blood.
Those who escaped quickly from the periphery also inhaled the poisonous breath, and their bodies began to shrivel up. They vomited black blood and broken flesh, and it was obvious that they were not going to survive.
"Retreat quickly! Set up the formation!!"
Seeing this, Yao Wenkuiye no longer waited for orders to kill the enemy. Self-preservation was the most important thing now. The battle between the eighth rank and their Shenji Camp had nothing to do with it.
Crash! The Shenji Battalion immediately retreated, their military spirits surging, and began to protect themselves.
Zhou Xianchun stopped pretending in mid-air... and stopped showing off his prowess in front of the crowd. He hurriedly fell into the ranks of the Shenji Camp and said quickly:
"Activate immediately, mountain form! Defend!!"
Yao Wenkuiye also wanted to ensure safety and immediately ordered:
"Gather the formation!"
"Mountain and River Army: All things become one! Mountain form!!"
Boom!!
Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Shenji Camp shouted loudly, and suddenly a mountain was formed in the air, protecting all the soldiers.
After such a long period of integration and adaptation, the Shenjiying has now mastered various skills.
The only skill they cannot learn is "divine grace".
Just as the Shenji Camp was about to defend itself, a ray of light came down from the sky.
Boom!!
The sacred mountain condensed into a mountainous state cracked on the spot, and Yao Wenkuiye quickly ordered to repair the crack.
Seeing such a scene, I really don’t know whether to say that it was the horror of the eighth-grade strongman, or the amazing defense of the Shenji Camp in mountain state.
In mid-air, Wu Zhiyao, who took the opportunity to launch this attack, was also slightly startled.
"This Shenji Camp really can't be left here."
He originally thought that as long as he took advantage of the battle between Lin Che and Yao Tunan, he could secretly strike out with a sword, severely damaging the Shenjiying, thus distracting Lin Che.
It can also be considered as a roundabout way to help Yao Tunan.
Unexpectedly, he, an eighth-rank heir of the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace, could kill the soldiers of the Undead Divine Machine Camp with this sword.
"Wu Zhiyao, you really deserve to die!"
Lin Che was dodging Yao Tunan's attack, but seeing this, he still felt a surge of anger. Although he knew that the Divine Machine Camp should be able to withstand an eighth-grade attack, he couldn't bear to watch Wu Zhiyao's despicable behavior.
brush--
"mean!"
Lin Che's figure flashed and he appeared in front of Wu Zhiyao. The first vortex acupoint in his body began to work, and terrifying power surged out like a tidal wave!
Bang!!
A slap was slapped out, hitting the half of Wu Zhiyao's face that was still intact.
Wu Zhiyao's head tilted and one of her eyes was knocked out.
"Damn it, your opponent is me!" Yao Tunan shouted and attacked.
At this moment, not only did Yao Tunan himself change into a half-human, half-snake appearance, but dense black shadows also gathered behind him.
Looking closely, they were all shadows of various poisonous snakes.
Obviously, it’s another killer move!
"What's the rush? You want to die!"
Lin Che dodged Yao Tunan's attack with a flash of his body, grabbed the flying sword in mid-air, and shot it fiercely.
Puff!!
One of the seven swords belonging to Wu Zhiyao directly pierced through Wu Zhiyao's body.
"ah--"
Wu Zhiyao let out a cry of extreme resignation and indignation, and was pinned to the ground by his own sword.
He clenched his fists, still wanting to pull out the sword and get up again.
But the only remaining eye seemed to catch the cold light flying in the air.
"No!!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! !
The remaining six swords also flew down, piercing his hands, feet, and entire body.
Wu Zhiyao spat out a mouthful of blood and once again made an unwilling sound.
It didn’t matter that Lin Che’s cultivation was much higher than his. Even if he lost to Lin Che, it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.
But why? Why were all the seven swords he had raised for decades now stabbed into his body?
This is worse than killing him!
On weekdays, he would call himself a sword master. What does that mean?
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