"Om..."

The moment Lu Xin pressed the sword holder's forehead, the huge mental power roared, almost tearing his entire body apart.

The huge and solid spiritual power is like a liquid that contains infinite power and is constantly flowing.

The moment it touched, it exploded infinite power.

Lu Xin even felt that the moment his palm touched it, his flesh and blood was shaved off, leaving only a bald bone. Then the bones were completely carbonized, and then they were broken in pieces. It became a sky full of fly ash.

This is simply an existence that cannot be touched by anyone.

Even just looking at it will dissipate the entire mental framework and go crazy, let alone touch.

"Give... me... kneel... down..."

But Lu Xin still gritted his teeth and shouted with all his strength. .

He seemed to hear that his voice was stretched infinitely, and some words were called out, and some words disappeared.

This should be because his body was completely shocked for a moment, the flesh and blood disappeared, and the vocal cords also disappeared.

It is difficult to say that this disappearance is real or fake.

Because Lu Xin, who has reached the stage of the fantasy kingdom, can distort everything around him to form a perfect fantasy.

Of course the sword bearer can also.

At their level, the boundary between reality and illusion has been blurred.

But Lu Xin still shouted out this sentence completely.

Every time his body disappeared, it appeared again under his will.

Layers of flesh and blood were constantly being opened and closed, and his body turned into fly ash several times and condensed again.

In the end, he still knelt on one knee on the forehead of the sword bearer.

The left palm covered with black particles still pressed his forehead tightly...

"Click..."

Lu Xin's words represented his will, and he wanted the sword bearer to kneel down.

However, the spiritual core of the sword-bearer determines that it cannot bend its knees, and the two wills have the most direct confrontation.

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"Even if you find the spiritual core, this is too reluctant, right?"

Farther, beside the high wall of Qinggang, even his father couldn't help but let out a low growl, looking forward incomprehensibly.

This was the farthest distance between his father and Lu Xin.

Because even he can't get too close to the sword holder, let alone rush to help.

In fact, almost all of the family stayed away from Lu Xin at this moment.

Not only to protect Qinggang, but also to stay away from the crazy power of the sword bearer.

Father saw Lu Xin falling from a high altitude, directly colliding with the sword holder, and stretched out his hand to press on the sword holder's forehead.

This seemed to remind him of something, his body was shaking violently: "This is the new him..."

"Or... the original him?"

"..."

"Perhaps, there is not much difference here..."

And my mother was also watching that scene intently. After a long time, she sighed slightly, and stretched out both hands.

One hand reached out to the father, and the other hand to the younger sister.

The father immediately took a step back vigilantly and said, "What do you want to do?"

Mother smiled and nodded: "Don't you want to see what he looks like now?"

"I think!"

The younger sister looked at Lu Xin and then at her mother. She became courageous and reached out and grabbed her mother's palm.

The father was still hesitating, but when he gritted his teeth, he also grabbed his mother's palm.

As a result, the vision in front of them suddenly began to deconstruct layer by layer, as if the origin of the spiritual world had begun to change.

At this moment, their knees softened slightly.

They saw Lu Xin kneeling on top of the sword holder's head and pressing it to make it kneel down.

I also saw a different Lu Xin, lined up behind him, like a long dragon, extending to the unknown place of nothingness. Some of these Lu Xin passed between them, and some separated from them, extending to the more distant unknown.

Lu Xin became smaller and smaller, from an adult to a child at the end.

In the end, the long dragon extended to a palace with a damp and dark atmosphere and a huge shadow.

Extending to the deepest part of the palace, on that dark chair.

There, there was a shadow made of black particles all over, sitting there quietly.

The appearance of the shadow cannot be seen clearly, but a dark ring can be clearly seen above his head.

...That is, the crown?

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"Wow..."

The father and sister released their mother's palms at the same time, and even the body began to become indeterminate and seemed to disappear.

"So, did you see it?"

Mom lightly raised her head to look at Lu Xin, and at the same time softly explained to them: "There is only one."

"From beginning to end, there is only one."

"It's just the same essence, which extends different lines, giving people many hallucinations."

"..."

Both the father and sister looked at each other, did not dare to speak, and did not know what to say.

At the same time, the black particles in Lu Xin's eyes had already jumped out frantically. These black particles occupied his eyes, covered his left palm, and even began to appear in large swaths on his body, forming layers of weird. Pattern.

Under this pattern, his body has become extremely stable and extremely real.

At this moment, he finally felt that he had a substantial body.

It is the kind of body that can directly oppose the sword-bearer's power without being annihilated by its spiritual power.

So he became a little excited in his heart, gritted his teeth, and pressed his left palm on the top of the sword bearer.

For the first time, he exhausted all his energy to excite the power of black particles to the extreme...

…

In the previous physical examination report, it has been proved that black particles can destroy almost all spiritual power.

Then, the black particles should also be able to destroy the sword bearer.

"Buzzing..."

Lu Xin felt that there was a dazzling spark between his left palm and the top of the sword holder's head.

That is the destructive power of black particles, which is constantly annihilating the sword-bearer's power and destroying the rules of its body.

However, this speed is still too slow. Compared with the huge body of the sword-bearer and the endless spiritual power surging within its body, I am almost like a mosquito, trying to **** blood. Drain the elephant’s blood...

Not only is he lacking in strength, the sword bearer is also constantly trying to fight back.

Wow...

His huge body is struggling constantly, and every time he struggles, the white chains rattle.

It can be seen that the white chain that represents the Tibetan stickman has even been deformed by it, slender, and nearly broken.

"Why still can't?"

"Why is it still not working?"

Lu Xin felt the incomparable strength of the sword holder, and suddenly an unspeakable feeling of anger was born in his heart.

There was a strange emotion in his heart suddenly.

It seems that everything around is so weak and so fragile.

The same goes for the sword-holder who is already in madness.

Such a weak thing, actually want to hold it under your own hands?

He actually doesn't respect himself at all!

It should be said that from the very beginning, when facing the sword holder, there was this kind of emotion, and there was a kind of instinctive disgust.

However, I am a well-trained college student, so I have been working hard to restrain this aversion.

Even if the sword bearer is an enemy, he can't be too discriminated against.

Up to this moment, a deep sense of disgust was surging in his heart, and Lu Xin also felt a sense of being torn through the disguise.

Hum...

His eyes have become pitch black, not like eyes, but like passages.

It seems to have communicated a strange place, attracting a kind of power hiding in a deep place.

"Titicaca..."

Lu Xin's neck suddenly made a strange noise.

That was a huge pressure above my head, and I felt a little unbearable.

That kind of tremendous pressure reappeared, and it was unprecedentedly clear.

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Since I was young, I have always carried something extremely heavy.

He couldn't breathe all the time, and he could only struggle to breathe under this pressure.

Because he has been carrying it for too long, he is almost used to it, and as he grows bigger and bigger, he knows more and more people. There are also happy and relaxing moments in his life, which makes him almost forget. I have been carrying this kind of stuff.

"call…"

A heavy gasp sounded, and for the first time, Lu Xin felt the existence of this kind of pressure very clearly.

Everywhere, nowhere to resist.

Crackling...

At the same time, Lu Xin suddenly discovered that the sword-holder below was making a strange noise.

This made him slightly startled, and immediately understood, for a moment he didn't know whether it was a surprise or a sigh.

The pressure on my body is unprecedentedly clear.

And the sword bearer has been held down by himself, so the pressure on himself is passed on to the sword bearer through himself.

I'm used to this kind of pressure, and the sword holder obviously can't.

"Pap, papa..."

A huge explosion of bones came from the body of the sword bearer.

The weight of a mountain was fiercely transmitted from Lu Xin to his body.

The sword bearer’s huge body began to slowly lean forward. Under this huge force, his spine formed a weird arc. Chaos mental power, like a torn wire, burst out from time to time. A bunch of weird sparks...

"Snapped…"

The next moment, his body shook suddenly, and one leg stepped forward.

As soon as his body sank, he straightened his head abruptly in a posture of kneeling on the ground, and again under the pressure of Lu Xin.

However, this is far from enough.

Lu Xin's face was expressionless, and his palm continued to fall.

Huge power continued to descend, and the head of the sword-bearer who had just raised his head sank again.

The huge pressure seemed to make it feel depressed.

Spiritual power surged wildly, and he wanted to have a final contest with Lu Xin.

However, under the indescribable tremendous pressure, it could not even do this kind of venting-like struggle. The mental power of the whole body, as soon as it surged, was immediately overwhelmed by the stronger pressure, and it could only hang down lower. When he turned his head, his bones were torn apart every inch.

"call…"

At the moment when this pressure reached its extreme, it seemed that there was endless air passing through the huge chest of the sword bearer.

The terrible wind pressure made a dull roar, as if the sword bearer sighed with despair.

The next moment, his body suddenly collapsed completely.

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Pieces of shattered pieces hit the ground heavily, and then the earth slammed down and screamed, and the mud and sand rose high.

His body, his armor, his bones, his flesh and blood.

His spiritual power, and these spiritual powers, constructed the laws of his huge body.

At this moment, all were crushed into pieces by unprecedented pressure.

The huge body of the sword bearer was crushed into fragments, and these fragments were crushed into dust.

His spiritual power, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and the laws inside, were completely destroyed, forming a pure mental turbulence.

Unconsciously rising, like the thinnest and lightest mist, it was blown into the depths of the wilderness by the strong wind.

"Hahaha…"

In the depths of the mental turmoil, Lu Xin's looming laughter sounded.

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By the high wall in the distance, both father and mother opened their eyes wide at the same time, and there was a feeling that the heart touched the throat.

"This... what happened?"

The father's voice was trembling, and he asked anxiously with a kind of uncertainty.

Mother watched quietly, and a sad expression slowly appeared on her face. After a while, she whispered:

"Just now, there was a finalist who died."