Chapter 483: The Portrait of the King of Creation (1/3)

Zhou Heng's heart was surging, as if he had realized something.

Moves have weaknesses, stones have weaknesses, what about people?

People, absolutely, also have structural weaknesses.

When a sword is cut, it is definitely more difficult to cut through the chest than to pierce it vertically, because it will touch the bone. This is a very simple reason. Moreover, the same bone, will the strength of different parts of the bone be the same?

If you can find this weakest place, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

Of course, there is no need to be so troublesome when facing someone who is weaker than yourself, it's over with a single slash. But Zhou Heng will go to the Immortal Realm in a short time. Maybe even the second level of moonlight will not be able to seduce him at that time, but the third level of moonlight will certainly be able to!

In the Immortal Realm, every small realm has a gap as big as the Great Realm of the Mortal Realm!

At that time, there will be powerful enemies everywhere!

If he can master this skill, it will greatly improve his combat power!

This can be called...weak point attack, hitting twelve points, or even twenty points of damage with ten points of force! If it is combined with Lingtian Nine Styles, the power will be infinite!

For killing Liu Anqi with one blow, his confidence will be greatly improved.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Zhou Heng stabbed out with a sword, making comparisons and conclusions from the sounds he made. Suddenly, he let out a long roar, swiped, swiped, and slashed with three swords in succession. In the flying stone chips, each of these three swords penetrated two inches into the stone!

It worked!

"Zhou, Zhou boy, you just took the aphrodisiac, why did you become so fierce all of a sudden?" The black donkey stared. Although its current state is far lower than Zhou Heng, the half-step immortal can't detect an inch and Is there a difference of two inches?

The so-called last straw that crushes the camel's camel, people have limits. When the limit is reached, it is extremely difficult to improve even a little bit of strength, let alone doubled in one fell swoop!

"Donkey, one day your mouth will be sewn shut, and you will be unable to speak for the rest of your life!" Zhou Heng laughed loudly. He was in such a happy mood at this moment that he didn't bother to get angry with this fucking donkey.

"It's really strange. I didn't take the aphrodisiac, so I was so fierce. I took it?" The black donkey murmured to himself, "When you encounter a strong enemy in the future, should you feed him some aphrodisiac first, so that it will be invincible gone?"

"...I can hear you!" Zhou Heng's face immediately turned black.

Swinging the sword again, after mastering the tricks, Zhou Heng exerted 200% of the power of each sword, and the efficiency was greatly improved. After just over an hour, the foot of the stone table was finally cut off !

This is also because Feiyu Seven Swords is an immortal technique, which consumes too much spiritual power. Zhou Heng had to stop halfway to replenish spiritual power, otherwise it would not take such a long time to keep wielding it.

"Baby! My baby!" The black donkey stretched out its hooves and hugged the bismuth, fascinated.

"Donkey, I have already foreseen your two ways of death, you can either die from sex or die from greed!" Zhou Heng shook his head. He has a black sword, and Bixiaoshi is of little use to him, but it is to other people around him For me, this is a treasure!

"This seat is a god descended from heaven, so I can't die!" the black donkey said shamelessly, while putting the Bixiao Stone into the magic weapon of space.

Zhou Heng didn't stop him either. It won't be too late to divide the dirty things after he goes back. Forgive me that this black donkey doesn't dare to be really black - if it dares to be black, let the snacks sleep with it every day and eat its donkey in the middle of the night* *!

"Let's go, we've already wasted a lot of time!"

One person and one donkey walked through the garden and entered the second palace. As soon as they entered, hum, a huge pressure came over them, making them almost kneel down.

Zhou Heng looked up, and saw a portrait hanging at the end of the hall. It was a middle-aged man with a tall figure, dressed in a brocade robe, with a thin face, but he had a domineering aura, which made people secretly feel sad when he saw it. fold.

The huge pressure is revealed from this painting, it is not a direct force, but a kind of spiritual and spiritual deterrence!

It must be the King of Creation!

Zhou Heng said in his heart, but he had already compared it with Kong Aokun, and he came to the conclusion that the strength of the two is on par!

But Kong Aokun was facing him face to face, but this King of Creation was just a portrait, the gap between the two...is too big to describe!

Kong Aokun has already reached the third level of cultivation, but there is only a big difference in the realm. This difference in strength is simply unreasonable!

In the Immortal Realm, there is certainly a gap between heaven and earth in the small realms, but the gap between the big realms is even more terrifying.

In the past, Zhou Heng was absolutely able to protect himself against opponents of a higher realm at any stage of the third heaven, but it was far from impossible to do it in the fairyland.

The difference is too much!

To be able to defeat the emperor with the realm of the king is already an act against the sky.

Zhou Heng straightened his back, since it was not directly suppressed by force, then he would never bow his head!

Pa, but the black donkey has already knelt down, kneeling down, without restraint.

What's the use of festivals for this **** donkey? It can neither be eaten nor used, but it is used to throw it all over the place.

Just kneel down, as long as you can reap the benefits in the end.

This donkey seems to be swimming, paddling its four hooves to keep moving forward, the butt wrapped in the flower skirt twists and turns, this appearance is really disgusting and disgusting.

Zhou Heng resisted the urge to kick the black donkey away, with a golden light in his eyes, and stepped forward step by step.

In the front, Liu Anqi was already completely lying on the ground like the black donkey, while Linghu Xuan was better, crawling on the ground with difficulty.

This is pressure at the level of will, and has nothing to do with your own strength!

This is the difference between a master and a slave.

Zhou Heng said in his heart, although Liu Anqi's realm is much higher than Linghu Xuan's, but as a slave, he is used to obeying orders, so when he encounters an enemy that is too powerful to fight against, he quickly chooses to obey. ,surrender.

And Linghu Xuan still has the arrogance of a child of a big family, and he doesn't want to bend down easily, so he is still persisting, but he can't last too long!

This opponent is the King of Creation—even if it's just a portrait!

Zhou Heng's heart has the arrogance of Ling Tian, ​​and he will never allow himself to bow his head to anyone, let alone throw himself to the ground.

What about the king of creation? A person who can defeat himself, but never defeats his heart!

He strode forward, with divine brilliance flowing all over his body, and under the strong pressure, he seemed to be facing an enemy.

hum!

The little golden man above his head floated out. Under such terrifying pressure, Zhou Heng had to use all his power. The little golden man was his god, the embodiment of his consciousness.

Step, step, step, Zhou Heng walked steadily, advancing step by step, at an extremely fast speed, and soon surpassed Linghu Xuan and Liu Anqi.

Seeing Zhou Heng striding past, Linghu Xuan couldn't help showing strong jealousy. He and Zhou Heng were in the same realm, why Zhou Heng was able to move forward with determination, but he was struggling?

This has nothing to do with cultivation, it all depends on will!

He was quite self-satisfied at first, but Liu Anqi, who was of a higher level than him, had already gone to rest on the sidelines, which proved his excellence! But before he was happy for a long time, Zhou Heng slapped him across the face!

That's called excellence!

Must kill him!

Linghu Xuan's heart felt sour, although there were many better heroes in the fairy world than him, after all, he had never seen them with his own eyes. Now Zhou Heng is right in front of him, and his strength is not strong, and he doesn't have the wings of family bodyguards. How can he miss such a godsend opportunity!

What's more, Zhou Heng has a star core on his body!

May God bless and give him a chance to kill Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng was undistracted and determined every step of the way.

Compared to the pressure of the portrait of the creation king of the elves, Linghu Xuan's bit of resentment is really insignificant, and he wants to kill Zhou Heng, and Zhou Heng has no intention of letting them go. If this is the case, what good is the anger of the dead? of?

The further he went, the greater the pressure, Kakaka, Zhou Heng's body kept ringing with the sound of bone cracking, as if he was about to break under the unbearable weight.

You must know that he has the physique of a magic weapon of the state of transformation. He should be invincible in the mortal world, but now he has reached the edge of the limit of endurance. How incredible is this!

This will itself has no offensive power, but in the fierce confrontation, Zhou Heng had to use all his strength to fight. But this force can't be released, it can only rush in his body, as the accumulated amount increases, it finally puts unbearable pressure on his spiritual bones.

Either withdraw the strength and no longer fight against this will, or don't give in, but you will be scarred!

There was a smile on the corner of Zhou Heng's mouth, so what if he was covered in bruises, has he suffered less injuries since he committed suicide?

bring it on! bring it on! Let me see how terrifying the will of the Creation Realm is!

Zhou Heng didn't give in at all. His way was to go forward bravely, without fear. Since it was a confrontation at the level of consciousness, he was confident that he would not lose to anyone.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The flesh on his body shattered first, and exploded one by one under the impact of his own berserk power, spraying blood, slightly purple blood all the way.

"Purple Blood, the physique of the Magical Artifact of Transforming God Realm?" Linghu Xuan's heart was shocked suddenly, and he suddenly thought of something, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Zhou Heng didn't seem to realize it, the divine light in his eyes shot out a length of three feet, and he strode forward.

Answer answer, blood flowed and gathered into streams.

"Bite, gold eater!" Linghu Xuan's heart trembled violently, and he finally remembered!

That's right, it must be the gold-devouring race, so they will have the physique of the magic weapon of the gods when they are in the gods, because this race specializes in physique! It's just... Isn't this race extinct by humans as early as hundreds of thousands of years ago?

That's right, Zhou Heng must be a leaker!

So he has a very high talent, because he may be the only hope left by the Gold Devourers, and he must be the person with the greatest potential in the entire race! That's why he didn't have bodyguards around him, because he was the only one left in the entire gold devouring clan!

That being the case, then he must have no background in the fairy world, and killing him will not cause any trouble!

As soon as he thought of this, a grim smile appeared on Linghu Xuan's face. (To be continued.)