Path to the God

Then, he sent a sound transmission to the Little loli, "Xiaoxiao, if I were to use the Eight Dragons Fusion Furnace as a weapon, would you be able to help me? If you could, I'm confident in dealing with the Young Master Kongxu!?"    

The Little loli smiled sweetly at Liu Xing, and replied: "Little Master, Eight Dragons Fusion Furnace, only I can use its power, if you use it, it's basically useless.    

Liu Xing nodded.    

He understood what the Little loli meant, that in this battle, he could only rely on himself.    

But with his fighting strength, could he even beat the Young Master Kongxu?    

If they hadn't fought, the outcome would have been hard to say.    

Liu Xing raised his hand and the Nine Tribulations by Blood Red Sword appeared in his hand. He flipped over the air and appeared on the second Arena.    

In the end, he would meet with the Young Master Kongxu.    

However, the moment he stepped onto the stage with the Nine Tribulations Sword, all the Sea Race Cultivator locked onto the Nine Tribulations Sword in his hands.    

Even the The Great Commander of Sea Race was staring at the Nine Tribulations Sword in his hands and frowned slightly.    

Sea Race Cultivator normally used the spine, so it was extremely rare to see magical equipment. But Liu Xing actually used magical equipment s?    

In holy maiden of evil race's eyes, there was only ridicule.    

did not manage to react. Using his Fifth Rank, he did not feel that his strength was inconsistent with his own strength. Liu Xing could materialize an aura of strength below the Creative realm at any time, and he was not afraid of being suspected by others.    

The aura he released first was his true strength, the Sixth Rank of the War God.    

Among the thousands of cultivator s that had advanced, this kind of strength could only be considered to be low or middle rank.    

The Sea Race Cultivator on the other side, was a cultivator with a strength similar to Liu Xing, and was War God.    

"Great Scholar, be careful!"    

The cultivator smiled at Liu Xing, and in a flash, his spine swept towards Liu Xing's neck.    

At the moment he attacked, his eyes were full of viciousness.    

This move was extremely vicious and he didn't hold back at all.    

Liu Xing activated his metaplasia, his figure turning in place, he had already disappeared.    

The cultivator's spine missed, he frowned, feeling shocked.    

The cultivator sensed carefully and discovered that Liu Xing had appeared on his left side. He clenched his teeth and used the Blood Burst on the Burning bloodline, causing its power to instantly soar.    

The instant his strength increased rapidly, he once again swept his backbone towards Liu Xing.    

Seeing that this guy was fighting with his life on the line, Liu Xing was a little confused. What was happening now?    

However, Liu Xing didn't have time to think, and used the Nine Tribulations Sword to block it.    

Dang ~    

An ear-piercing explosion rang out as the cultivator's spine bent. The huge force caused him to retreat a few steps, but Liu Xing remained standing and unmoving.    

"Die!"    

The cultivator's arms went numb but he let out a furious roar. His eyes turned blood-red as he turned around and flew back.    

Liu Xing's eyes focused slightly as he activated the metaplasia. His figure flashed and he once again disappeared.    

The cultivator smashed onto the Arena with a bang, causing the Arena to tremble slightly. His arms had almost lost all of their strength, and the trembling became even more intense.    

He missed. Seeing that Liu Xing had already disappeared, he got up and bellowed, "Bastard, get the hell out here!"    

When he finished speaking, he felt that the left side of the Shoulder was a bit heavy. The cultivator turned to look, Liu Xing's blood-red longsword had already landed on his Shoulder.    

Ah?    

The cultivator was instantly shocked.    

Liu Xing's movement skill was really strange.    

"The great scholar is indeed powerful. I admit defeat!" cultivator's expression returned back to normal. He withdrew his spine and clenched his trembling hands.    

"Thanks!"    

Liu Xing replied as he kept his own Long sword.    

Who knew that there were still two more breaths of time left of time for the Sea Race Cultivator. The moment Liu Xing withdrew his sword, the backbone in his hand pierced towards Liu Xing's chest at an extremely fast speed.    

Shua ~    

This stab was too sudden, causing a weak whistling sound.    

Liu Xing's reaction was extremely fast. His body turned around and took a step back to avoid this violent stab, but the bone spike that came out from his spine directly tore open a huge hole in his clothes, revealing the Xuan Huang Armor underneath.    

The instant the opponent's attack stopped, Liu Xing turned around and moved again, instantly arriving at cultivator's side. That cultivator still had not retracted his spine, and his throat was already being gripped by Liu Xing's big hand.    

The life and death of the cultivator was instantly in Liu Xing's hands.    

Liu Xing was extremely confused, and asked: "Why are you so ruthless, insisting on killing me?"    

The cultivator laughed and spoke in an extremely hoarse voice: "Don't think that just because you can recite a few good lines, you're so amazing. If you want to obtain the Princess Pisces, you aren't worthy!"    

Jealousy!    

Liu Xing understood the meaning behind his words, and with a loud crack, he crushed cultivator's neck.    

After killing the Sea Race Cultivator, a stream of black smoke floated out from the cultivator's Glabella and entered Liu Xing's body and disappeared.    

On Liu Xing's back, the two Wings of the Dark Demon didn't even bother to look at the Foreign Minister.    

He suddenly felt that he had been too famous in the past, and that most of the Sea Race Cultivator approved of him. However, many of the Sea Race Cultivator s did not want to accept him, for example, those who had advanced to Sea Race Cultivator.    

It was at this time that Liu Xing felt that the The Great Commander of Sea Race had a slightly cold gaze and felt that something was amiss. In Sea Race Cultivator, not a single person who used a Holy instrument, they all used their backbone, and only he used a Long sword.    

If this aroused the suspicion of the The Great Commander of Sea Race, then things would become troublesome.    

As a result, after Liu Xing put away the Nine Tribulations Sword, he cupped his fists and said to the cultivator present: "There's really nothing useful about the Holy instrument, our spines are the most useful!"    

Finished speaking, Liu Xing raised his hand, and a two-meter-long spinal cord of the eighth step appeared in his hand.    

This Level 8 backbone was something he had gathered from killing the Sea race s.    

There was still one more Ninth Rank Vertebral Bone that he had yet to use.    

"The great scholar does not care about the plentiful literature, his skills are still decent, he is truly a rare talent in our Sea race!"    

With the Sea Race Cultivator praising Liu Xing, Liu Xing nodded and thanked the cultivator s.    

Defeating one, the second Sea Race Cultivator came flying up, with the War God at the seventh step.    

After a brief conversation, the War God of the seventh step swayed, attacking Liu Xing.    

Liu Xing's hands tightly gripped his spine as his spirit energy poured into it.    

His opponent's cultivator was a little unfamiliar with Liu Xing's way of attacking from left and right.    

Dang ~    

With a dull thud, Liu Xing's spine knocked away the cultivator's spine. Liu Xing took a step forward and sent the spine flying, striking the bottom of cultivator's chin.    

However, he did not continue to attack. Instead, he stopped.    

"Great move of the Brother, I lost!"    

The cultivator immediately admitted defeat.    

Liu Xing nodded, he stopped and slowly retracted his spine.    

But he was still extremely careful. After being tricked by the Sea Race Cultivator earlier, he did not want to repeat the same mistake.    

Suddenly, the Sea Race Cultivator who had already admitted defeat had a sinister look in his eyes. With a flash of red light, his body exploded with blood, his strength rising rapidly to the seventh stage of the War God. The spine in his hand pierced towards Liu Xing's stomach at an extremely fast speed.    

Oh my gosh...    

Liu Xing was instantly shocked, he had only retracted half of his spine, and casually thrusted out.    

Puchi …    

With a crisp sound, Liu Xing's spine penetrated the Sea Race Cultivator's chest.    

Puchi …    

Sea Race Cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, his hand drooped down, the spine in his hand dropped onto the Arena with a clank, he glared at Liu Xing angrily, and died with grievance.    

What's going on with these Sea Race Cultivator s?    

Liu Xing frowned, a huge question appearing in his mind.