The Daily Life of the Immortal King

If someone comes to ask Thunder Throwing True Monarch at this time: What does it feel like to hold a big boss?

The Thunder Throwing Lord will definitely be speechless. In fact, he once thought of asking Wang Ling to borrow Jingke to perform the mission. However, since the last battle at the Immortal Mansion, Thunder Throwing Lord has completely given up. .

The end of that battle ended with Jingke's unilateral crushing as victory... So, this is a real "big sword".

At this moment, Thunder Throwing True Monarch held Jing Ke in his hand, and his heart was trembling: "Brother Ling... Is this really good?"

Wang Ling retreated behind him, just patted his shoulder lightly without saying a word, then returned directly to the ground, leaving the battle in the void to both the Thunder Throwing Lord and the Evil Sword God.

Why didn't he do it?

the reason is simple……

Because the Thunder Throwing True Monarch encountered the Evil Sword God, this was his doomed catastrophe, and to survive this catastrophe, only the Thunder Throwing True Monarch could break it by himself.

"Brother Ling, I think, should we resolve the battle in a more peaceful way? For example, sit down, have a cup of tea... Have a chat?" Thunder Throwing True Monarch held Jingke, and the expression on his face seemed slightly It seems a little helpless... He always feels that the style of painting has changed a lot these days!

To be honest, from the moment he held Jingke, Thunder Throwing True Monarch already knew the outcome of this battle.

At this time, under the effect of the true fairy spirit, the evil sword god's injuries had recovered by most, but the blood stains on the corners of his mouth had not dried up.

It can only be said that this is a real immortal. Even in the inherent spiritual realm of others, there is still a vast sea of ​​spiritual energy in the body.

Wooden sword?

No...there must be a scam here!

Looking at the sword in the hands of Thunder Throwing True Monarch, the corner of the evil sword god's mouth twitched immediately: "Where does your friend's sword come from?"

After those two slaps, the Evil Sword God thought that he had already estimated the strength of the young man. Before, he watched the young man pull out the wooden sword from the crack in the space. He didn't need to think about it to know that this was definitely not the case. Ordinary stuff.

As for Jing Ke's origin, as one of Wang Ling's best friends, Thunder Throwing True Monarch also knows...

The white-shirted youth thought for a while and replied, "Well... this is a children's peach wood sword for teaching, a flower and bird market, nine out of eight."

"Miscellaneous repairs! Are you looking down on me?" The evil sword god volleyed in vain, holding the sky in his hand, and the evil purple sword energy lingered on the body of the sword.

He pointed his sword in front of him: "Do you know? Why is this seat titled as the Ten Meter Sword God?"

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "???"

On the ground, Wang Ling sat down with the wind light and cloudless, with his arms crossed and his face indifferent. He knew all the bells and whistles in the inherent spiritual realm, and he knew what happened without raising his eyes.

He probably knew what the Evil Sword God wanted to express. Although he had mastered the "Great Kendo Technique" and learned to use the power of Kendo... but everyone's perception of Kendo is different.

Ten-meter sword god?

Could it be that this evil sword god has mastered the kendo stunt that kills at ten meters?

Wang Ling was thinking with his chin up, but saw the evil sword god laugh wildly: "The real fairyland can shape the inherent spiritual realm, but the inherent spiritual realm of this seat is different from other real immortals, as long as it is within ten meters. All of them are inherent spiritual realms built by the power of kendo, in other words... as long as this seat maximizes the power of kendo, all melee combat within ten meters, this seat considers itself invincible!"

Wang Ling: "..."

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "..."

This explanation plunged the field into silence.

Both Wang Ling and Thunder Throwing True Monarch twitched the corners of their mouths, feeling powerless to complain.

So... is this how the title of the Ten Meter Sword God came from? What kind of shitty kendo power is this!

Even if you are invincible in melee combat ten meters away, is it possible to win as long as you are in the remote OB?

"..." Thunder Throwing True Monarch couldn't help wiping his sweat, this Evil Sword God really isn't a normal person...

On the other hand, Evil Sword God is very confident in his invincible melee combat strength within ten meters. He pointed at the Thunder Throwing True Monarch with his sword edge: "Don't think about relying on long-range attack to escape, this seat has been practicing the method of instant body for many years, once The power of kendo is activated, and I am stuck and beaten by this seat... No one can escape the palm of this seat!"

The Evil Sword God said in a deep voice, "Today, whether it's you or your friend, this seat will kill you! Then we will extract your souls. We will torture you in the cruelest way!"

He guessed in his heart that the white-shirted young man who was killed by him before might have a resurrection magic weapon that could be used to his death... Such magic weapons are not absent in the world of self-cultivation, but they are almost priceless treasures. It was consumed once, so the Evil Sword God is now very confident... As long as this young man in white shirt dies again as before, there is absolutely no possibility of resurrection.

In this world, how could there be a magic weapon that can be resurrected infinitely? And this person is not an Asian! Infinite resurrection or something... should not exist!

"Miscellaneous repairs die!" The evil sword god made a move, and the purple sword energy lingering on the Heaven-Breaking Sword formed a column of air that ran through the whole body!

A skeleton-shaped phantom condensed behind him, with a height of several tens of meters, and the whole body was covered with armor. It was the sword spirit of the Heaven-breaking Sword!

This armor is made of the power of swordsmanship, and Wang Ling can see through it at a glance.

The sword spirit has come out, plus the armor of this skeleton combined with the power of swordsmanship combined with the true fairy spirit... Evil Sword God has maximized the power of swordsmanship, and it is completely unreserved. .

However, the expression on Wang Ling's face did not change. From the moment he summoned Jingke and threw it to the Thunder Throwing True Monarch, the game was over.

"Death!" The Evil Sword God gritted his teeth, the power of kendo surging all over his body, and there were space cracks in the void, and the space could not withstand the powerful oppression of the evil sword god's 100% kendo power.

Mom! What should we do?

How could Thunder Throwing True Monarch ever see such a posture, fighting against a true immortal in full strength, considering his current state, it is simply impossible.

"This is the strongest power in this seat, go to hell!" The Evil Sword God shouted.

He held Potian in his hand, and the Sword Spirit behind him stretched his hand to the sky at the same time. The huge sword light lingered on the bones of the skeleton sword spirit, and the evil purple sword light turned into a light cannon, blasting towards Throwing Thunder. True monarch.

"Destruction of Death Light!"

In an instant, the four gusts of wind, the cracked space, and wherever the light cannon passed, everything was breaking. It was an unstoppable stance.

Although he knows that he is guarded by the Soul Requiring Ring, he may not die, but if a light cannon of this level hits him, the Thunder Throwing Lord feels that he will not even be able to leave the blood fog...

After this shot, there may not even be any slag...

But at the next moment, Thunder Throwing True Monarch found that his body actually moved by himself...

"Lord Jingke?"

He was shocked, and the big guy in his hand actually moved with him... He rushed over to face this destructive death light!