Legend of Swordsman Chapter 1678: Soul attack on the soldiers

The second stage of the ultimate true god, this level is equivalent to the eternal true **** of ordinary practitioners, but the difference is one sky, one land!

In the first stage of the ultimate true **** alone, the sword power and the **** body are the chaos true **** level. Now when he reaches the second stage, his power and **** body instantly rise to the power level! !!

That's the Mighty One. The chaotic world of eternity exists at the top of the pyramid.

"Is this the power of the Mighty One?"

Jian Wushuang clenched his hands tightly, feeling the power in his hands that was far stronger than before.

"Strong, incredible."

"It is no wonder that the Mighty are able to stand high. The divine power alone is far from being able to compare with the divine body.

Jian Wushuang hissed.

Of course, he is only the second stage now, and the divine power and the divine body are only the first level among the mighty!

Mighty people also have three levels, and each of the three levels has its own title, and the first level is the god!

The second level is the Emperor!

The third level is also the highest level in the chaotic world of ancient times, the Great!

Among these three levels of powerful men, the gods are naturally the most, the emperor is the second, and the emperor is the rarest.

Like the master of Tianjian Mountain, the two ancient seven-star ancient gods such as the ancient pupil king and ancient wing king are both god-level.

The masters of the Xingchen Palace, Luozhen King and Guyou King are the eight emperors.

As for the Great Emperor, Jian Wushuang has not seen it for the time being, and all he knows is a Purple Moon Emperor, the Lord of the Holy Land of Purple Moon.

Of course, there can be an emperor level in the Ziyue Holy Land. Jian Wushuang believes that there are also other great sacred places that have an Emperor level.

But even if the entire Holy Alliance adds up, there are certainly few Emperor-level powerful men.

Jian Wushuang's current divine power and body are the general level of gods.

"The divine power is equivalent to the divine body. Compared with those ordinary gods, my disadvantage should be the perception of the power of heaven. If my perception of the power of heaven also reaches the level of the seventh layer of the Tao, Then I can fight fiercely with ordinary mighty men. "Jian Wushuang muttered, his heart was full of expectations.

At this moment, a humming figure suddenly stood beside Jian Wushuang.

"Lord Seven." Jian Wushuang salutes respectfully.

"Breakthrough?" Long Qi stared at Jian Wushuang.

"Yes." Jian Wushuang nodded.

"From Chunyang Xiaocheng, breakthrough to Dacheng, it is obviously just a breakthrough in a small realm, but your divine power and body have made such a huge change. The practice method you practice is quite extraordinary, even if It's me, and I haven't seen such exercises. "Long Qi's voice was flat.

What Chunyang Xiaocheng and Chunyang Dacheng he said is actually from the Void True God to the Eternal True God, but the eternal chaos world is not the same as the realm in ancient times.

"I'm a contrarian, and my exercises are really different." Jian Wushuang smiled.

"Reverse repair? I haven't heard of it." Long Qi shook his head. In ancient times, there was nothing to reverse.

"I won't tell you this, boy, I suddenly remember that there is something you might need." Long Qi said suddenly, and at the same time he had something more in his hand.

"Huh?" Jian Wushuang immediately looked at the thing in Long Qi's hand.

That is a dark gold stick, which is very long, but very thin.

Under normal circumstances, strong men who are good at stick methods will not choose to use such thin sticks as weapons.

"Master Seven, what is this?" Jian Wushuang showed his doubts.

This dark golden bag is probably not suitable for the strong ones who are good at sticks. But Jian Wushuang is a Kendo practitioner. The bag is useless to him.

"This is Hongjun God Stick, of course, it is imitation." Long Qidao.

"Imitation of the magic soldier?" Jian Wushuang is even more confused.

"Hongjun's God Stick is not a stick attacking the God Soldier, but a soul attacking the God Soldier." Long Qi glanced at the sword Wushuang, and at the same time he threw the dark gold stick in his hand toward the sword Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang's subconscious pick up.

He thought that such a dark golden long stick should have no weight, so he picked it with one hand, but just received the dark golden long stick.

An unprecedented force was pressing on his hand, his palms were bent momentarily, his body sank, and the other hand was immediately extended.

Using two hands at the same time, the sword Wushuang is extremely difficult to ‘hold’ this dark gold stick.

"Heavy!"

"It's too heavy. My current divine power is at the level of the most powerful man. As a result, I still use some hands to pick up this stick, but I still have some difficulty?"

Jiang Wushuang is incredible.

How powerful is the divine power?

Don't even mention a stick, even if it is a huge mountain of billions of pounds, he can easily break it and lift it.

But now the dark golden stick is in his hand, and it makes him feel a little heavy and a little hard?

"The soul attacks the soldiers? In other words, this stick is driven by the power of the soul?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Yes, you can try it now." Long Qi said.

Jiang Wushuang did not hesitate, and suddenly the mighty soul power poured out, covering this dark golden baguette, and then Jian Wushuang slowly retracted the palm of his hand, holding the dark gold long by his own soul power. Stick, let it hover quietly there.

"Still heavy." Jian Wushuang muttered.

The power of his soul has now reached the level of Chaos True God, but the dark golden stick in front of him must be held up, but still very strenuous.

It's hard to even hold it up. If you want to control this dark golden stick to kill the enemy, that is simply a luxury hope.

"You try to control this Hongjun God Stick to move forward to see how far you can move." Long Qidao.

Jian Wushuang nodded his head. According to Long Qi, he fully controlled the dark gold stick and swept forward, but even with all his efforts, the dark gold stick was still a bit trembling. Degree It's surprisingly slow.

It took a while before this dark golden bagel swept out of a hundred meters, and it was just a hundred meters away, oh! The dark golden baguette fell directly on the crystal ground below, and a heavy sound of heavy objects fell to the ground. Fortunately, the material of this crystal palace is unusual. Otherwise, the weight of the dark gold baguette can definitely be easily removed. Crystal ground was smashed.

"The farther away the power of the soul is, the harder it is to control it. My current limit can only control this Hongjun God stick to sweep a hundred meters." Jian Wushuang bitterly said.

"Hundred meters, barely."

Long Qi murmured, but immediately he waved, but in front of Jian Wushuang, a small golden dragon and turtle came out immediately.

(End of this chapter)