MTL - Super Dimensional Martial Immortal-Chapter 300 Do not talk about martial arts

   "Heretic, are you the one who killed my soldiers?"

  The quaint bronze spear showed its true nature under the infusion of divinity. The sharp spear tip spread and elongated, burning a raging **** flame.

  The entire spear tip is bright red at high temperature, like metal that is about to melt, showing a faint sense of transparency.

  The two-meter-tall strong man pointed at him with a spear in one hand, Zhao Yinshun could feel the scorching blood coming from a long distance away.

  However, ignoring the desperate coercion, the boy in white rubbed his chin unconsciously, frowning in confusion.

   "Who are you on the horse? I slandered me when I came up. I, Zhao Yinshun, have done all the good things in my life. How can I kill your people?"

  The aura of the majestic and brutal brawny man visibly stagnated, and even more tyrannical anger surged immediately.

   "Qinglongjing, I have a whole team of Mino warriors killed by you, today I will make you pay the price!"

  The overwhelming divine flame spread invisible three inches outside the body surface. Zhao Yinshun propped his chin, thought carefully, analyzed carefully, and finally slammed his palm.

   "Oh! I remembered! There was a team of cows blocking the way."

  After a sudden realization, the boy looked at the enemy apologetically, and scratched his head with a silly smile.

   "I thought that my sister wanted this cow, so I chopped it into meat sauce. If you think my meat is not evenly chopped..."

  Before the words fell, Ares clearly sensed that the other party was mocking him, and his eyes glowed violently.

"die!"

The bright red spear tip appeared outside the body surface without warning, before reaching the body, the **** flames attached to it penetrated the protective energy, touched the skin under the weakening of the [Snow Dragon Clothes], and roasted half of Zhao Yinshun. The body is burning and hurting.

  The banter on his face gradually faded away, the boy's pupils flickered, and time slowly slowed down in his eyes.

Under [High Dimensional Vision], the world gradually becomes static, watching the tip of a spear piercing through the qi of the body like a hot knife piercing butter, with a thought in Zhao Yinshun's mind, countless gilded inscriptions materialized out of thin air. Combined with Qi, it blooms an unstoppable platinum light.

  【King Kong Immortal Physical Ability】!

  【Desolate God Broken Star Power】!

  The two great powers are fused and condensed, but they still can't stop the spear from piercing, they just add resistance to it.

  There is no mythical person, no mythical attribute, and the pure divine authority is very powerless under the edge of the authentic ancient artifact. Zhao Yinshun was enlightened, changed his fighting style without hesitation, and retreated in an instant.

  【Shunpo】!

  The spear blade tore a huge gap in the protective qi, but did not hurt the enemy at all, only the blazing flame left a touch of burnt yellow on the snow-white brocade clothing.

  唰~

   Flashing hundreds of meters as if teleporting, the white-clothed boy looked down at the scorched yellow on his body, and the casual banter completely disappeared.

With a slight lift of the dark and deep eyes, an inexplicable sense of oppression runs through the world. The invisible oppression distorts reality, and slowly compresses the erratic divine flames around Ares, leaving only a few centimeters of small flames crumbling. .

  Even the Fengshentai could not completely isolate this coercion, the sense of oppression that permeated time and space was transmitted to the material world, and the people around the Fengshentai felt this divine power, their hearts tightened inexplicably, and they felt a little suffocated.

   "It's really scary. My mythical ancestors in my family don't feel so oppressive when they get angry..."

   "Mr. Wu An...is it really only the fourth level?"

   "It's the fifth level. A few days ago, His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess named him [Liu Yinzhu Kingdom], and now he is the real seal [Pillar Kingdom Duke] in charge of a country!"

  As soon as these words came out, looking at the young man who looked like a **** on the [Fengshentai], a faint sourness flowed in everyone's heart.

  From Lord Wu'an to Champion Hou, and then to Liuyinzhu Kingdom, in just over a year, they witnessed the miraculous rise of the young man.

  It's so fast...it's overwhelming!

  Many people just feel that with a flash of divine effort, there is a majestic figure in the world that they cannot touch.

  But that figure is still so immature and young!

  He was already in charge of a country at the age of sixteen, and he was fighting for power with other gods of war. What was he doing when he was sixteen?

  It seems that I am still chopping **** blossoms with a wooden sword...

  Thinking of this, everyone looked at the ethereal young man who was so handsome and unreal on the Conferred God Stage, and felt their cheeks sore.

   On the battlefield, Zhao Yinshun stared at the enemy not far away and whispered quietly.

   "You just killed a few cows, and you have such a cruel hand on me. [Snow Dragon Clothes] was made by my master with stitches and stitches, and you actually burned it..."

   "Aren't you bullying honest people?!"

   Clenching the ancient artifact in his hand, Ares stared at the enemy in front of him for a moment, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

  Although he didn't quite understand the strange ravings of the enemy, he could feel some kind of incomprehensible terrifying force transpiring and compressing in the opponent's body, condensing into a destructive tyrannical divinity.

  Similar power, he only occasionally felt it in the [Thunder] left by the God King.

   But that is the original authority that can easily destroy even the gods!

   This mere fifth-level heresy in front of him, even if he is in charge of the same level of authority, it is impossible to activate it!

  His personality, his strength, and his flesh and blood cannot bear it...

   Awareness came to his mind, Ares clenched the spear with both hands, and stepped forward without fear.

   Regardless of whether the opponent is bluffing or not, he cannot be allowed to continue to accumulate strength!

   On the other side of the battlefield, staring at the "slowly creeping" enemy, Zhao Yinshun raised the corners of his mouth coldly, and the [multiple selves] in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness stopped by coincidence, and melted and dissipated instantly.

  The divided divinity converged and returned, and the aloof divinity resonated and oscillated. The sacred and evil purple-gold light flashed in the eyes, and soon turned into cold and ruthless pure darkness.

The backhand grasps without squinting, the five-finger spiral clenches tightly, and the three-dimensional attributes of [Jing], [Qi], and [God] are driven to the extreme. Under the guidance of mysterious and mysterious mythical authority, the boundaries between matter and energy are distorted, and illusory concepts are realized. A true sword of destruction.

  呲~

  Following the five fingers retracted, a gorgeous dark golden long sword materialized out of thin air, unsheathed from the void little by little, releasing the purest black light of destruction.

  【Phantom Sword·Rahu】

The sword intent of destruction that can't be seen directly penetrates time and space, just looking directly at the twisted black light on the sword body, everyone's soul felt a tingling pain, and the brain was stirred back and forth like a red-hot steel cone inserted, It seemed to be melted by the pitch-black light and completely disintegrated into nothingness...

   Some weak people even closed their eyes involuntarily, and two tears of blood flowed from the corners of their eyes.

  Even the gods and Buddhas, who are always paying attention to the battlefield situation, lost their composure, and the tumbling emotions set off a terrifying energy tsunami in the void.

   "This power... this sword intent... is actually him??!"

   "The way of the sword that was enough to be a saint was created by him?"

   "No! Impossible, he was only at the fourth level at that time, not to mention the realm of experience, and it is impossible for me to support the creation of this level of swordsmanship!"

   "Then... Duan Muho?!"

   "Wake up! Duan Musui is a teacher, not a sword fairy of 【Xuan Ming Gong Hua Tian】!"

   "It should be taught to him by the person who created this swordsmanship. That's right, such a talented and beautiful jade. If I don't stick to the views of the sect, I want to pass on what I have learned all my life to him!"

  ...

  Unaware of the arguments of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, Zhao Yinshun holds a long sword and holds it horizontally by his side.

  The destructive black light on the dark gold long sword is erratic. Wherever it passes, even time and space are cut with clear cracks, which are difficult to heal for a long time.

  A pair of boundless and ruthless dark pupils reflected Ares' gradually distorted expression, and the panic and trembling emotions "slowly" eroded his cheeks.

In the slow time flow of [High-Dimensional Vision], Ares could not stop the momentum of charging at all, and a cruel and violent divinity in the dark reversed along the illusory long river of time, pouring down directly from the void .

Sensing that the enemy is using the power of the future to enter the [Spiritual Stance], the corners of Zhao Yinshun's mouth rose undetectably during the nearly frozen time, and the light between the sky and the earth "slowly" collapsed into the long sword in his hand. Leaves a piece of pure darkness.

   A billionth of a second later, the destructive dark sword flashed away. When the world regained its color, the two had switched positions and stood facing each other.

  Standing up slowly with his upper body leaning forward slightly, Zhao Yinshun lightly held the sword flower, holding the sheath with his left hand, and slowly inserted the gorgeous dark gold long sword back into the "scabbard".

  The desperate long sword of destruction disappeared in his hands little by little, and Ares, who was like a stone sculpture, turned his body stiffly, as if he wanted to say something.

  But a pure black line thinner than a hair on his neck gradually expanded and spread, and soon dyed the entire neck into a chaotic nothingness containing all colors.

   "ρη!"

  In the long river of time, a tyrannical roar traversed time and space, contacted by his real name, forcibly offset and annihilated the obliteration of himself in the past.

  The ever-spreading chaotic sword gang squirmed for a while, and turned from virtual to real under the confrontation at the level of law, like a ferocious black snake squirming and twisting around Ares' neck.

   "Master told me to cultivate my character and be kind to others during this period, so I can't have fun with you, alas... I wanted to wait for the secret ritual and devil energy to penetrate deeper, but now it seems that you don't have this blessing..."

  The dark golden long sword that gradually became transparent and blurred completely disappeared. Zhao Yinshun let go of his hands, turned his back to Ares and looked up at the void. His dark eyes penetrated the barrier of time and space, as if he was directly looking at the powerful **** in the future.

"Roar!"

  The roar full of primitive tyranny oscillated time and space. Behind the boy in white, the conflicting divine authority completely lost control.

  But in the next second, endless divine power surged out of thin air, granulation squirmed on the stubble of the spine of the headless corpse, and the head in the sky seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly falling, and suspended above the gap in the **** flesh.

  The pale spine grew and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, the **** wounds on the shoulder and neck healed slowly, and the tiny muscle fibers squirmed like worms, intertwined and combined, turning into a solid piece of meat.

   Turning around slowly, looking at the ferocious face of Yazi, Zhao Yinshun smiled slightly, and raised his hand to grasp.

  【Fate Deprivation】

  It seemed to feel that the most precious original substance was being plundered. The powerful existence at the other end of the long river of time roared, and a colorful vortex suddenly opened up in the void behind Ares, sucking the tall and burly body into it in an instant.

  The spirally tightened five fingers gripped hard, and the invisible mist in the sky collapsed and condensed, turning into a clear and beautiful colorful crystal in the palm of Zhao Yinshun.

   Deprive Creation

  【God】12

  【Min】1235

  【Force】2194

   [fine] 1018

  【gas】867

  【body】2420

  【Shou Yuan】10

  【root bone】212

  【Perception】19

  【Charm】55

  【Qualification】26

   Absorb the original substance of [God of War Ares], and evolve from the mythical bloodline [Pure Yang Blood].

  【Body】【Essence】20%→25%

  【Root bone】【Charm】20%→25%

   Primordial Demon Qi devours divine energy, [Qi] (heterogeneous) 896

  ...

   Staring at the information on the attribute panel, feeling the continuous energy in the void pouring into the spirit and flesh, and continuously strengthening and growing at a speed that others could not imagine, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help sighing in satisfaction.

  The "nutrition" of the sixth-level **** child is different!

   Just…

  Recovering his senses, Zhao Yinshun looked at the eye-catching 12 o'clock [God], and gradually fell into deep thought.

  Other attributes are at least nearly a thousand, just [God] 12 points, Ares...Are you serious?

   You really don’t need your brains, do you?

  In the void dimension that transcends matter, countless huge spiritual bodies are silent, and it took a long time for someone to speak quietly.

   "Ares didn't even have time to show his strongest posture. Your Da Min's **** son doesn't talk about martial arts, but actually engages in a sneak attack!"

   "Joke, I'm already on the Conferred God Stage, my skills are not as good as others, and I still have the face to bark?"

"you!"

   "Don't accept? If you don't accept it, come to Damin, we will go up to the Conferred God Stage in person!"

  The divinity that transcends language transmits information without hindrance, and just a change in emotion sets off an energy tide in the void. Two terrifying wills confront each other across the air, and time and space are distorted by their power to create violent ripples.

   After a while, more than a dozen huge spiritual bodies intervened, each isolating the conflicting and confronting wills.

  In the material world, looking at the white-clothed boy who was "meditating" standing with his hands behind his back, the Tianjiao saints around the Conferred God Stage also fell into a stupor.

That's it?

   Is this the end?

   There was no terrifying battle as imagined. Apart from the initial tentative contact, the two **** sons in charge of the war power decided the winner almost instantly!

  The most important thing is that they didn't understand what happened at that moment!

  The frightening destructive black light flickered away, and Ares was on the verge of extinction in an instant before he could even release the [Psychic Stance].

  If it weren't for the "true God of War" at the other end of the long river of time to offset the obliteration at the level of law, I am afraid that the Olympus pantheon will now be able to find the next son of God who inherits the name of [Ares].

  Although it was expected that Mr. Wu An would win the final victory, no one expected that the process would be so short.

   Too short to be real...