Lin Pingsheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked around.

There were countless spectators around, all of whom were looking at them, with longing eyes in their eyes.

Since the invasion of the Demon Guard, there has been constant wars between him and his younger brother. The Chaos Civilization has been in the midst of war for a long time. Many monks are eager to live a peaceful life of cultivation. If the Demon Guard wins this time, the Chaos Civilization will fall into the hands of the Demon Guard, and there will be endless troubles.

As the great emperor of the Chaos Civilization, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

"I don't have the word "give up" in my dictionary unless I die."

"Then I'll give you a ride."

Lan Jia snorted coldly, stopped talking, turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated, and his body disappeared in an instant.

This is the hidden attack he is best at. This is not the first time Lin Pingsheng fought with the other party, and he suddenly became solemn.

"Lin Pingsheng, concentrates his mind and feels fluctuations with his heart." Master Yuanming shouted off the court.

It cannot be seen with the naked eye, so I can only feel it with my heart.

Lin Pingsheng's eyes closed, and his spiritual consciousness spread out in an instant, feeling the fluctuations in the surrounding space.

With the next sound, he suddenly moved, condensed the magic sword with his right hand and slashed out with one sword.

Bang!

The earth-shaking explosion.

The magic knife in Lan Jia's hand collided with his lightsaber.

"Even if you can detect my position, you will lose differently. I just want to waste more energy."

Lan Jia snorted coldly, and the surging demonic energy surged into the demon sword, shaking Lin Pingsheng out fiercely.

Lin Pingsheng almost took off his sword with both hands, flew away, and slashed out thousands of sword lights, intertwined into a sword net, and fell down when his head hood fell.

In terms of the degree of vitality, the opponent is obviously above him. Since he does not fight hard, he only seeks to win in his supernatural powers.

"Lin Pingsheng, it's hard for me to reach the top with your own strength. Don't you have the ancient magical beast Purple Gold Dragon? Do you still want to keep it as your trump card? It's too early to show it out or it can block it for a while." Lan Jia sneered and split the sword net with one sword.

"Fourteen Swords of Fusheng, Heavenly Slash."

Lin Pingsheng held the sword in both hands, condensed all his energy on the sword, and combined the man and sword, and slashed it down on the head.

The Fusheng Sword originally had only the twelfth style. Since it was defeated by Lin Zhongsheng, it created the thirteenth style during the rest period. This style is much more powerful than the twelfth style, and its power has increased by several levels.

A surging sword path seemed to split the entire universe into two halves.

"That's it?"

The Lanjia Demon Sword pointed to the sky and turned into a pillar that held the sky.

The next moment, Lin Pingsheng's sword fell and stopped a hundred feet above Lan Jia's head, but he couldn't even cut it down.

"Don't you accept your fate yet? You can't beat me at all." Lan Jia sneered.

Lin Pingsheng didn't reply and continued to take action, and his swordsmanship was overwhelming.

The two of them fought in mid-air, and the battle situation was very terrifying. The monks with low realm could not even see the shadows of them.

Master Yuanming frowned. He could see that Lin Pingsheng was completely suppressed by Lan Jia in terms of momentum. If this continues, it will be a matter of time before he loses.

"Can Lan Jia become the acting commander of the Demon Guard? Can you be qualified if you don't have some strength?" Xiao Henshui glanced at Master Yuanming and said, "Don't have any fantasies, you will definitely lose this battle."

"Xiao Henshui, don't make a conclusion too early, wait and see!"

As he was speaking, a dragon roar suddenly came from Lin Pingsheng's body, and a purple dragon rushed out of him and turned into a curtain of covering the sky.

Lin Pingsheng flashed and fell on the purple gold dragon, with a domineering momentum.

"The Purple Golden Dragon is coming out, and the Emperor finally counterattacks."

"The Purple Golden Dragon is one of the only two divine beasts in the fourth level universe. This time Lan Jia is finished."

"The Chaos Civilization will never fall into the hands of the Demon Guard."

Some onlookers outside the field were immediately excited, all looking at the purple gold dragon and discussing.

"Purple Golden Dragon, today I will fight forever. Are you willing to fight side by side with me?" Lin Pingsheng shouted.

The purple gold dragon seemed to understand his voice. The dragon's head roared to the sky, and purple lightning rose into the sky and turned into a bolt from the blue.

"superior."

Although the purple gold dragon is huge, it is fast and can hardly be seen with the naked eye.

Standing on the purple gold dragon, Lin Pingsheng sacrificed a series of swordsmanship, fusing with the purple lightning of the purple gold dragon, producing a very terrifying attack.

Lan Jia smiled slightly, and his body turned into black smoke and dissipated again, dodging in countless sword paths, like a small boat in a frenzy. No matter how powerful Lin Pingsheng's attack was, he could not attack him, and he was simply a ghost.

"Lan Jia, what else can you do besides hiding?" Lin Pingsheng failed to resist and couldn't help shouting.

"I want you to live a little longer, are you just so impatient to die?" The black smoke condensed and turned into Lan Jia's appearance. He saw him cut his fingers with the magic knife, and his essence and blood fell onto the magic knife.

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a ride."

After drinking blood, the magic sword shone brightly, and its size grew bigger and turned into ten thousand feet, exuding a faint aura.

"Be careful, this is the Blood-Drinking Demon Sword." Master Yuanming reminded.

A huge magic figure of the demon shadow appeared above Lan Jia's head, holding a magic knife in his hand and slashed down with Lan Jia at the same time.

The universe was pitch black, as if the end of the world was coming, and the space was shattered inch by the power of this sword.

"Purple Gold Dragon, up."

Lin Pingsheng shouted loudly, and his body's strength surged, like the sun's light, shining everywhere.

The knife in his hand seemed to have increased its power several times in an instant.

"Is this...with the help of the power of the star stone, so what?"

Lan Jia bit his tongue and sprayed his blood on the magic knife.

The two forces finally collided.

The indescribable explosion of power turned into a cosmic storm, causing onlookers to retreat one after another.

The two flew out again.

Lan Jia's mouth was covered with blood, while Lin Ping's life was much more tragic, his clothes were heartbroken and his flesh was confusing.

Even the purple gold dragon, the scales on its body, fell down one after another, and the roar was endless.

Everyone around was shocked. I never expected that Lan Jia's magic sword would be so terrifying. Lin Ping used the power of the star stone in his life, and the purple gold dragon was no match for him. This was too terrible!

"Come again." Lin Pingsheng shouted.

"You really want to come again. This time, you are terrified that you can't even keep your corpse." Lan Jia reminded.

"Since ancient times, no one has died in life. After hundreds of thousands of years, I have lived enough."

Lin Pingsheng held the long sword tightly and was about to use the power of the star stone again. Unfortunately, he was injured too much and his vitality was unsustainable. No matter how he encountered the energy, he could not use it, and even the sword light could not be condensed.

Roar!

The purple gold dragon roared and rushed towards Lan Jia, spitting out a piece of blue lightning.

"You really think that you are a divine beast, and you don't know how to live or die."

The Lanjia Demon Sword slashed out and slashed a huge sword wound on the purple gold dragon, almost slashing it in half, blood falling like rain.

The purple gold dragon wailed, fell from mid-air, and fell onto the planet, without even its ability to fly.

Losing the Purple Gold Dragon, Lin Pingsheng was equivalent to losing his right arm, and he had no chance of winning.

"Lin Pingsheng, you give up!"

Master Yuanming suddenly spoke, stopping the two of them from continuing to take action.
Chapter completed!