Chapter 157 Killing

Since Pingjiang advanced to the brilliant realm, he has never exerted the magic condensation method with all his strength.

Today, among thousands of horned beasts, there are constantly horned beasts tearing up human beings or monks killing horned beasts. Countless blood light permeated his eyes, making his chest and head hot, like a mass of blood surging in it.

Slowly, the whole body seemed to be wrapped in a fierce spirit, making Pingjiang's eyes darker and darker, less and less angry, and became a dead ashes.

"To virtualize reality!" A red light flashed in Pingjiang's eyes, and his whole body suddenly seemed to have been blown up, suddenly incarn countless incarnated and rushed to the horned beasts.

In an instant, there was a roar outside the North Gate and suddenly became high. Among the monks, a series of exclamation came to mind one after another. The tragic sound of the horned beast suddenly became much more.

"This body method! Oh, my God, is this boy that man's apprentice? No wonder the young, less than 20 years old has become a brilliant state. But it's not true. Even if he has a brilliant realm and this set of bodywork is great, how can he kill so many horned beasts with virtual shadows? Is that... a sun fan?! Why is this fan in his hand? Also, how can there be such a strong vitality around him? No, the vitality comes from his hand. Oh, my God, is that a Xianyang weapon? How is this possible!"

Old Zhong was stunned and was almost hit by the golden-horned beast that was fighting. He quickly suppressed his shock and fought with the golden-horned beast, but from time to time he was distracted to see the Pingjiang River, and every investigation shocked him.

Pingjiang's mind now seems to be full of killed words, and countless voices are constantly howling, slowly converging into a "kill!" that resounds through his mind. A golden thread flashed in Pingjiang's mind from time to time, under the flow, let him use the last bit of poor reason to distinguish between the enemy and me. Otherwise, dying under him is definitely not as simple as a horned beast.

Between every breath, Pingjiang can feel countless horned beasts fall under his sword or fan. It seems that as the killing continues, the murderous intention becomes more surging. At this time, a trace of shock in Danhai woke him up from the fight.

"What? The inner breath and starlight are almost used up?" Pingjiang was terrific. He didn't know how long he had fought. It felt like it was just for a moment, but the more and more empty Danhai woke him up.

All the same figures raging in the horned herd gathered quickly to the north gate, approaching 200 identical figures, making all the people outside the north gate a little trance.

Seeing those figures gathered together, only one person stood there and sat down cross-legged before they came to their senses. When they looked at the battlefield, the bodies of the horned beasts made them feel both excited and shocked.

At the time of this column of incense, thousands of horned beasts lost their lives. Their bodies threw a wide piece outside the north gate. Their blood stained a large area of the land with blood.

When Pingjiang returned to the north gate, he naturally flew near the eyebrows, but he didn't have time to talk to her at all, so he sat down with his back to them under Jin Qinger's shocked eyes. He put his hand in his arms, found a golden horn, gently pinched it into three sections, and then stuffed it all into his mouth.

The whirlpool in the Danhai, rolled with dazzling fog, grinded the golden horn quickly, turned it into pure energy, filling his inner breath. In his body, as his breath increased, the stars slowly condensed.

"Bastard!"

Pingjiang heard a loud shout, and then a quick staring vitality knife flew towards him. He was a little panicked, but immediately found that the vitality knife was not stabbing him. Sure enough, the vitality knife passed a few feet in front of him. At the same time, a painful hum almost sounded in his ear. Then, Pingjiang suddenly felt the place where the flying knife passed, and a breath suddenly rose, and then quickly disappeared away.

After half a cup of tea, Pingjiang opened his eyes. He looked around and suddenly looked at Jin Qinger.

Jin Qinger said coldly, "There is a man who hid his breath next to you just now, but was repelled by Elder Zhong."

"People?" Pingjiang's eyes were sharp and suddenly smiled. When Jin Qinger was a little puzzled, he flew down the north gate and rushed to the horned beast.

The act of killing thousands of horned beasts just now has made many goldenhorned beasts furious. If it hadn't been for Mr. Zhong and others for desperately resisting, I'm afraid that those powerful goldenhorned beasts would have rushed to their side.

"Since I promised Jin Qinger, and it seems to be good for Mr. Zhong, let's try my best today. As for whether it can stop the horned beast's siege this time, it is not up to me.

In fact, Mr. Zhong and others have been fighting with the horned beasts for a long time. It's not because of those powerful golden horned beasts, but because there are too many ordinary horned beasts. Even if Mr. Zhong, if only a few of them rushed to face the energy beam of thousands of horned beasts, they would be seriously injured or even killed in an instant. And most of their monks did not die under the golden horn beasts, but were besieged and killed by those ordinary horned beasts.

Now, there is such an alternative as Pingjiang. Except for the body, he is not afraid of the siege of horned beasts. Even if he dies, he will soon re-condensate under Pingjiang's body. And the body of Pingjiang has a heavy star stacked sun fan in its hand. As long as it is not attacked by dozens of hundreds of horned beasts at the same time, it is not at all. Pingjiang even selectively dodged more than a dozen golden horned beasts to surround him, so that the horned beasts on the field were still being killed at a terrible speed.

Mr. Zhong suddenly smiled, and he naturally understood this long ago. So when someone wanted to attack Pingjiang just now, he was very angry. If who is the most important thing in the whole North Gate battlefield now, it must not be Zhong Hanjie now, but this hairy boy who suddenly appeared.

What surprised Mr. Zhong the most was that Pingjiang recovered so quickly. Normally, with his brilliant strength, if he wants to recover completely, even if there is an elixir, I'm afraid it will take about an hour. But Pingjiang re-entered the battlefield at most with a stinging of incense, which is really amazing.

"Ha ha, old friend, you really teach a good apprentice!" Mr. Zhong smiled with relief, and the snake sword in his hand waved one after another, and dozens of cyan light blades rushed to the opposite golden-horned beast.

"We can win! I will definitely win! Jinyanzhou can be saved, kill!"

"Kill..."

The crazy and excited roar outside the North Gate resounded almost throughout Jinyan Prefecture, confusing hundreds of other gate stationed monks. Outside their three doors, there are only nearly a thousand-horned beasts, and only a few golden-horned beasts, so it is not difficult for them to deal with them.

Outside the North Gate, all the monks were very excited, and the attack in their hands became more and more fierce. They saw Pingjiang kill twice, and more than 2,000 horned beasts were killed. All the other monks, including Mr. Zhong, did not dare to do anything, but it seemed to have no impact on Pingjiang. He went in and out of the horned herd, and he was unharmed except for the exhaustion of internal interest.

"Yes, we can win! I will definitely win!" Jin Qinger looked at the many monks roaring and fighting outside the North Gate, muttering, and suddenly burst into tears.