Paradise of Demonic Gods

The combination of Tyrande and Fang Xingjian is that Tyrande, with its own special body structure, directly imitates the end of the heavens and the sun, directly attached to Fang Xingjian as if it were armor.

It seems that there is no difference, but Tyrande has swallowed up the double-successful demigod, which, after being integrated into the body of Fangxingjian, directly makes Fang Xingjian extract the power of the 1440 specialty seeds.

Under this combination, Fang Xingjian only felt that endless power emerged from the void, and the blood in the body seemed to be like the Yangtze River.

At this moment, Fang Xingjian felt that his physical strength seemed to increase tenfold and a hundred times. The endless power emerged from the specialized seeds in the flesh, which made him feel incomparably happy.

There was a slight wave in the air, and the whole person had already flown out for a full distance of ten kilometers. Stepping out again at the foot, accompanied by the thunder of the body breaking through the air, the whole person has arrived. Within a few kilometers of high altitude.

"Sure enough, after you and I fit together, my physical strength grows wildly, even above the average double perfection."

"The physical strength has been greatly improved. With my original sword repair, my combat power on the earth is also stronger."

"But... I want to be stronger."

Thinking of this time's opponent, Fang Xingjian's heart ignited a raging negative emotion. This war does not allow himself to fail regardless of the opponent's display of such tricks and what kind of arrangement he makes.

At this moment, the close-fated Telant said: "Okay, let's untie it first."

“Well?” Fang Xingjian said: “Don't you adapt?”

"Adapt to a ghost." Tyrande angered: "You try to see the meat on the body and a man together, no, I have to vomit..."

"Well? Where do you spit in this state?"

"I don't know, but I feel that I can't help it."

......

In the sky, Fang Xingjian looked at the earth under his feet and fell into deep meditation. He specialized in the seeds and he was concealing all the time. He also kept tempering for a moment.

But in the next month, I want to have a qualitative improvement in my combat effectiveness. The ordinary method is too late.

At this moment, Fang Xingjian suddenly blinked and looked at a street dozens of kilometers away.

On the street, dozens of desperados with a machete pushed a teenager into the corner.

The headed bearded man shouted: "Kid, do you know who is covered in this street, dare to break our good things? Don't take your arm today, we won't mix in this street in the future."

Juvenile anger: "A group of thieves steal things, who can't manage? You better think clearly, stealing things but not criminal punishment, if you dare to cut me today, all must go to jail!"

"Oh, boy, you are crazy."

"Cut him! Look at him and dare not be so mad."

"If he wants one hand, he will know that he is afraid."

In an instant, more than a dozen people rushed to the top, under the chaos, the boy barely resisted a few times, had already been in the blood, the next time a machete fell toward his door, apparently it was necessary to put him to death whole.

Faced with the knife that fell to the surface, there was a blank in the mind of the boy. An unprecedented fear filled his brain, causing his body to be paralyzed, muscles twitching, and the blood under his body flowed at high speed.

But the next moment, the long knife broke, Fang Xingjian has stood in front of him.

Everyone in the room did not see how Fang Xingjian appeared in front of them. It is even more impossible for these bottom-level small people to know who Fang Xingjian is.

The bearded man was wondering: "Who are you? Do you want to cover this kid?"

Fang Xingjian didn't look at him, just turned to look at the teenager and felt the horror in his heart.

"This is the fear between life and death, and it may be the greatest fear of mankind."

The bearded man looked at Fang Xingjian like this, and sneered and said: "There is another force, the brothers hacked him!"

But the next moment, a cold sword swept over, the sound of the chopper falling to the ground was endless, and all the knives had turned into vegetatives and fell to the ground.

The bearded man seemed to scream like a ghost, and he slammed to the ground, but he still didn't know that he met a high man: "Big...big...adult, beg you to spare me."

But he looked up and saw where there was a trace of Fang Xingjian. Then he felt a pain in his chest. He didn't know when his chest had a big hole, and the blood seemed to run out like tap water.

Feeling the fear of the beard before his death, Fang Xingjian raised a kind of enlightenment in his heart.

‘I want to further temper my martial arts will, I am afraid I can only rely on the fear between life and death. ’

What is the most terrifying thing in the world? Different people may have different opinions, but the answer is probably the death.

That is the instinct of biology, the instinct of human beings, the things that most people are unwilling to face, but they cannot face.

In the next month, Fang Xingjian began a variety of attempts, only one purpose, close to death, to threaten his potential with the threat of death, further hone his will, and his own sword of the fifth sword Completed completely.

In the beginning, he put himself in danger. He fell from the sky of 100,000 meters and directly pulled out a big pit.

He went deep into the trenches of tens of thousands of meters under the sea, in the dark sea of ​​incomparable darkness, facing the horrible water pressure to practice swordsmanship.

He jumped into the volcanic magma and went deep into the ground, watching the rock layer devour himself a little and squeezing himself.

He soaked himself into liquid nitrogen, feeling his body temperature dropped a little, and his heartbeat became slower and slower.

He did not inform anyone to assist him, because it lost the test of death threats.

After that, the forces on the earth could not make him feel dangerous, he changed the way.

......

He wandered on the battlefield, watching a bullet, and firing a cannon to take away one life after another.

"Who are you!" A soldier looked at Fang Xingjian, who was walking in the battlefield like a ghost, saying: "Stand up, don't move!"

But the next moment, Fang Xingjian has disappeared in front of his eyes, just like a real ghost.

He came to the slums and looked at the numb, desperate eyes, watching the thin silhouettes of people fall on the hospital bed and calmly face death.

An old man stared blankly at the sudden Fangxing sword in front of him. He watched the other person floating slightly on the ground. The silk behind him seemed to wrap himself like a wing. He couldn’t help but ask: "Are you an angel?"

Looking at the last smile of the old man, Fang Xingjian dissipated in the air.

Witness death, witness death, and observe death.

In the last few days, Fang Xingjian’s life was getting heavier and heavier. His whole person looked like a ghost from the Nether, and came to a hospital, watching life dying every day.

Anger, despair, fear, dullness, numbness, and death, everyone shows a different attitude.

Until the last day before the date of the war, Fang Xingjian came to a broken hospital and found an empty bed to lie up.

In the past month, he has tried a lot, has seen a lot, has experienced a lot, and has a special experience for death.

But it has always been a little bit worse.

Fang Xingjian knows that it is time to go further.

When I entered the hospital, it seemed that no one could see him, and no one asked him why he was lying in a hospital bed.

Fang Xingjian was lying in the hospital bed and slowly closed his eyes.

This time, he has to face death personally.

Just as he closed his eyes, his breathing became more and more mild, his heart beat more and more slowly, and finally the whole person seemed to completely lose his breath and became a cold stone. (To be continued.)