King of Gods

"Xuanguang...Dacheng"

The words of Nanfeng Wang are a glimpse.

I did not expect that when the Lord of the Magic was once again out of the customs, it had already broken through to Xuanguang Dacheng.

In this way, even if he and the two sacred masters of the Haiyan Pavilion, they are not the opponents of the Lord of the Devil.

And the old singer and the night sacred priest who confronted the sacred lord of the sacred lord, and felt a strong and powerful force, the impact of the sacred body, the sacred light of the sacred light was invisibly suppressed, even the breathing felt difficult.

The Lord of the Devil in the field of vision, as if the Holy Spirit is the highest, cannot be countered.

"It is actually a great light"

Xu Lao is full of shock and stunned.

He and the sacred prince of the night, also in recent years, only broke through the Lord, compared with the general sacred light of the original Lord, there are some gaps.

And the night emperor is the assassin of the shadow killing class, and the frontal battle will limit many means.

However, in front of the Lord of the Light of Daeguang, the two of them will be useless, and they will be useless.

In the realm of power, the Lord of the Devils absolutely crushes them.

The people in the Haiyan Pavilion, who have retreated thousands of miles away, also found that the power of the Lord of the Devils was so powerful that they could not be imagined. They stood here and felt a heart-throblish.

Nan Feng Wang also felt deeply weak.

Huge

The myriad magic light tentacles scattered by the Lord of the Devils, suddenly surged, from all directions, to the speed of the thunder, rushing to the night of the Holy King and Xu old strange, like the hunger monster of the prey.

The night emperor turned into a black stream wing, suddenly split into two wings, which avoid the attack of the magic light tentacles, the other is hidden into the void.

Xu Laoqi runs all the way to Xuanguang Shengli, and quickly retreats.

But the magic light tentacles, as if infinitely extended, hit the plane, immediately reverse the direction, continue to attack, the speed is not reduced, entangled with the two, an endless trend.

The Lord of the Magic is standing in the same place, looking at everything with cold eyes, as if the world dominated.

"Cangtian Town Magic Seal"

Seeing to be caught up by the magic light tentacles, Xu old blame the whole body of the Holy Power surging, one hand to play a glorious white light handprint, holy atmosphere, seems to have the power to suppress the devil.

boom

Xu’s strange light handprints collide with several of the magic light tentacles.

Oh...

Under the strong black light of the mysterious light, Xu's secret law is directly broken.

The magic light tentacles passed through the holy light handprint and continued to rush to the old man.

At the same moment, the secluded sacred prince, hidden in the void, suddenly appeared behind the demon lord, with a wave of shadow swords in his hands, and a strange black glare that spurred behind the Lord of the Devil.

"Humph"

The Lord of the Devils snorted and sneaked on the night prince. He still stood still and disdainfully.

Behind the Lord of the Magic, the void is distorted, the magical power is surging, and a magical light tentacles suddenly hangs out, carrying the infinite tyrannical scent and rushing to the night prince.

call out

The night of the night sacred assassination cheats and the magic light tentacles collide, from his body, a black flow wing awning, and then concealed away.

嗤唰

The secluded sacred prince collided with the magic light tentacles, and the two smashed together.

The night prince abandoned the attack of a avatar, and only destroyed the magic light tentacles, and could not be close.

After a moment of war, the Lord of the Devil did not move, but forced the two Holy Lords into desperation.

Nanfeng Wang stood by and saw all this, and his heart was shocked.

"I can't watch the war like this."

Nanfeng Wang's whole body dragon phosgene, suddenly rising, breaking through the power of his own embarrassment, broke out.

call out

Just as Nanfeng Wang is ready to shoot.

铮嗡

An immortal sword that annihilates the sky is coming straight.

A stalk of ancient green swords, dragging a glimpse of the crystal clear green swordsmanship, like a Qing Lihong mang, slamming down.

call out

The magic light tentacle that wants to wear Xu’s strange hole is instantly cut off by the sharp green sword.

I saw that a stalk of ancient green swords, rotating a circle, standing in the void, infinite martial arts Jin Rui gas, shocking the sky.

Behind the Remnant Sword, there is a smashing sword and white shadow, which faintly outlines the figure of a long beard, exudes a will of the immortal soul that annihilates the heavens and the earth, and the magic light tentacles that will be shocked, all Shocked off.

"so close"

Xu Lao Ge’s heart slammed and shook, and stared at the ancient Qing dynasty sword in front of him, which made it impossible to understand the situation.

"This is... ancient artifact"

The magical sacred face is shocking.

It is so easy to cut off his magic light tentacles, as well as the immortal swordsmanship of the sword body, and the behind the residual sword, the white sword contains the soul of the sword.

It is the ancient sword of the Tianjian Pavilion.

The only ancient artifact in the fantasy space.

Moreover, the Tianjiange Xiaojian Saint Guyue, which was recognized by the ancient artifacts, was transformed into a soul sword and merged with the ancient artifacts to become the spirit of the ancient god.

Because of this, the mainland is widely rumored that Tianjiange is expected to restore its four-star glory.

“Why is the ancient artifact coming here?”

Nan Feng Wang was shocked by doubts, and the power of ancient artifacts was really shocking.

"Jiansheng Predecessor"

In the distance, a woman in black, slowly flying, is the Tianjiao of the younger generation of Tianjiange, Mo Dongyao.

The devil's face is gloomy.

Why is Tianjiange involved in this matter?

Moreover, the sacred lord of the sacred sacred sensation, not far away, an extremely concealed sword of the world, looming.

This makes the nine secluded masters temporarily stop.

At this time, the ancient **** remnant sword, behind the white sword in the white mang sacred shadow, the voice: "The Lord, I owe Zhao Feng a human condition, this matter, I can not stand by"

After listening to this sentence, the Lord of the Devils wants to spurt fire.

Another reason is Zhao Feng

In the magical space, Zhao Feng did what he did, and even let Xiaojian holy month, owe the human condition.

"An ancient artifact, how powerful can you play with a spirit?"

The magical sage of the Lord is cold, Mo Dongyao is directly ignored by him, and the level of the realm is too low.

And his main heart is concentrated in the shocking sword that hides in the dark.

Tianjiange, will not allow the genius of the door and the ancient artifacts, such a swaying appearance in the outside world, there will be a peerless martial art strong, secretly guarding.

but.

Think carefully, this thing seems to be the meaning of the little sword saint in the ancient **** remnant sword.

In other words, as long as you do not hurt Mo Dongyao, do not fight the mind of ancient artifacts, the Holy Lord behind the Tianjian Pavilion, will not shoot.

"This will be easier"

The Lord of the Devils reveals a hint of sullen smile, looking at the old man and the night prince, and the killings emerge.

Even if there is an ancient artifact blocking, he is not afraid at all, and must kill everyone in the Haiyan Pavilion.

Suddenly

The ancient **** remnants of the sword, dragging a bright and radiant sword, and rotating, fell to the hands of Nanfeng Wang.

嗡铮

The look of the king of Nanfeng, a clear understanding of the meaning of Xiaojiansheng.

嗡

The whole body is surrounded by dragons and light, and the Nanfeng King with the ancient artifacts suddenly bursts into a shocking and sacred sacred sword, and the ancient sacred sacred, straight into the nine squats, piercing everything.

The mighty breath of the Lord of the Devil, under the impact of the mighty immortal sword, suddenly collapsed.

Behind the Nanfeng King, Baizhang’s crystal white mans, the white beard’s figure, screams the soul of the soul.

The two are combined into one, and the heavens and the earth are discolored, like a peerless sword.

"What...this?"

The Lord of the Magic has been stunned for a while.

Is this OK?

Nanfeng Wang plus the blessing of the power of Longyun, this has the power of Xuanguang Xiaocheng, if it is combined with ancient artifacts, its combat power, definitely far beyond the mysterious light.

Enough to cause a deadly threat to him.

In the distance, the night prince and Xu old blame, full of excitement.

Today, Nanfeng Wang, the peerless power of the whole body, is shocking.

"I don't think it is an ancient artifact" Xu old sighs for a while.

"The Lord, I am only Zhao Feng, a person, not willing to be an enemy of you."

In the shadow of Bai Mang, the sound of the small sword and the sorrowful sorrows stunned at the soul level.

"The Lord of the Devil, the battle of the Prince is about to begin, and all the forces of the Dagan Dynasty will be involved, and what changes will happen afterwards, no one can predict."

Nanfeng Wang is in awe-inspiring, and said indifferently.

The Lord of the Devil looks at Nanfeng Wang and understands the meaning of his words.

In order to deal with the purple hair and evil spirits, Jiuyi Palace lost a lot of middle-level combat power and even died a saint.

If it is oneself, it is injured for a virtual god, and it is not good to pass it out. It may even affect the next development of the Jiugui Palace.

Today, Samsung’s peak Tianjian Pavilion has gained the power of ancient artifacts, and all situations have become unpredictable.

"Well, look at the face of Nanfeng Wang and Tianjiange, this seat puts you a horse today."

The voice of the Lord of the Devil, Hong Lang, spread all over and found a step for himself.

"Humph"

The magic light tentacles in the void, all shrinking, turned into dark magic light, wrapped the magical lord of the Lord, and gradually went away.

The huge magical road, the pressure of the Lord, gradually disappeared

“Thank you for the help of Tian Jiange”

Haiyan Pavilion everyone, thank you very much.

"Zhao Feng's human feelings, the old man has returned, if there is nothing else, the old man will leave."

The ancient **** remnant sword crossed a green light and shadow, fell in the hands of Mo Dongyao, and then left.

At this time, the dream is too ancient.

The weather is sunny and beautiful, but there is a forest, shrouded in the infinite Thundercloud storm.

“The initial completion of the small world structure”

Zhao Feng Duan sat in the middle of the small world, surrounded by heaven and earth, black clouds covering the sky, and the wind and thunder raging and roaring, had no effect on him.

The true element in the nucleus space slowly flows to every part of the small world, like the blood of the human heart, flowing to the limbs.

He can feel that in this small world, he is the master and controls everything.

Even the rule power of the Taikoo space has a bit of control.

The use of the small world is to make it overlap in the real space, and to a certain extent, to control the regular power of the real space.

At this time, Zhao Feng's small world, but the size of a hundred feet.

Compared with the projection of the thousands of small worlds of the nine secluded masters on the same day, it is simply the difference between the clouds and the mud.

"The power of the small world is insufficient. It seems that the wind and thunder field and the nucleus space are not closely linked."

Zhao Feng’s left eye, insight into everything.

The basic structure of the small world must be complete and solid, otherwise it will be extremely difficult to re-adjust it in the future.

One day

The dreams are too old, and a cloud of dark clouds is coming. The sky suddenly becomes gloomy, and a trace of thunder is looming.

"Would you like to come?"

Zhao Feng opened his eyes.