Blade and Sword God Sovereign

"You are here, I am waiting for you for a long time." The red-haired eagle hooked the nose of the middle-aged man and glanced at Ding Hao. He was not surprised. He turned and slashed the piece of meat on the torturer with a knife in his hand.

His movements are extremely gentle and slow, like carving a piece of art.

It is also the magnitude of this movement that will undoubtedly magnify the suffering of the inmates to the extreme.

But what surprised Ding Hao was that the giant female body on the torture instrument only shivered a little, but did not send out the slightest mourning. Ding Hao clearly felt that the woman did not die, nor did she stun, but she did not feel pain. Like the stone man, there is an incredible endurance.

What makes Ding Hao even more puzzled is that he is clearly on the woman's body and feels a familiar atmosphere.

"You are the owner of the city Mo Yuncong?" Ding Hao scattered the silver ripples around the body, and did not panic, step by step.

The middle-aged man with a red-haired eagle snorted and finally began to face Ding Hao. He said: "Yes, I am the owner of [Northland City], huh, you are very calm and cautious. What I didn’t think of is what It’s still so young... but as soon as you enter the cell, it’s already under my watch.”

Ding Hao snorted, it doesn't matter: "Is it? I knew it would come in directly, so I don't have to be so troublesome."

"You don't seem to be afraid at all." Mo Yuncong said.

Ding Hao smiled and asked: "Have you ever seen a tiger afraid of walking a dog?"

In Mo Yuncong’s eyes, there was a flash of real killing. The eagle’s nose and nose screamed, and there was a sneer in the corner of his mouth: “It’s awesome, come here, dare to be so arrogant, heaven has a way, you don’t go, hell. You are biased without a door."

A thought flashed in Ding Hao’s mind, and he couldn’t help but laugh: “Hell? Do you know what real **** is like? You... have you been to hell?”

Mo Yuncong did not understand why Ding Hao suddenly asked.

However, he quickly got a deep disdain from Ding Hao's words.

"Kill him." Mo Yuncong waved gently.

The fifty black armies among the dungeons are all elites who survived from the battlefield of life and death. Their personal strengths are in the realm of the emperor's peak. They are also good at the combination of the array. In his view, the strength of Ding Hao will definitely die. .

He turned back and took up the sharp knife, began to cut the body of the female magic star, whispered low: "I know that you are very painful, but also know that you can bear it, but this pain is maintained for a whole night? Look at it again and again Is your body chopped, is it difficult to tell? Tell me the mystery of your recovery, tell me where you are from, I can give you a happy death, let you be free, otherwise, tomorrow, the **** will come, will You mentioned the headquarters of the court, where there will be more painful criminal law waiting for you..."

The female magic star on the torture device did not say a word.

More than 50 black armor masters have been forced to move towards Ding Hao.

The lions also use the full force of the rabbits. These masters do not have the slightest meaning. The queues are neat and tidy. It is obviously a certain array of methods. For example, a Taikoo mountain is generally crushed, and the momentum is terrifying.

Ding Hao’s attention stayed on the female magic star above the torture instrument.

The thick black long hair falls down in a chaotic manner, covering the face of the female magic star, but through the bright eyes of the hair gap, it gives Ding Hao a feeling of deja vu, as if he had seen such a pair. eye.

It seems that it has sensed Ding Hao’s gaze, and the head that has been hanging down has been lifted up. When I saw Ding Hao’s moment, the broken body was slightly shocked.

"Amitabha!"

A buddha sighed.

Ding Hao was suddenly thundered, and his eyes were incredible.

He suddenly recognized who the female magic star is.

But this is simply impossible.

Why is she here?

At the same time, an unbearable anger and killings raged in the chest of Ding Hao, and the old people suffered such terrible torture. Ding Hao felt that the magic knife that had been carefully suppressed by himself was boiling and murderous. And it started to go on.

"kill!"

The black armor masters are all out of the way.

Ding Hao's body shape flashed, and a punch directly hit a black armor master in front of him.

In the next moment, the red flames in the hall flashed, and a hundred metal warfare appeared out of thin air. The black armored masters were surrounded by the middle, full of violent metal textures and endless urging wars, and instantly suppressed The black armor master.

[Flaming the flames of the heavens].

Ding Hao summoned this metal death army in the first time.

Whether it is individual combat power or array tactics, [Stunning Flames] has overwhelmingly crushed the black armor.

Ding Hao is like a lightning bolt, approaching Mo Yuncong.

Mo Yuncong's face changed and he did not expect such a thing to happen. His body shape was pulled back, his hands were raised, and the silver sharp knife in his hand was turned into a hidden weapon.

Ding Hao flexed a shot.

Hey.

The sharp knife is directly made into a silver powder.

Hey!

A few swords and swords spurt the air, covering Mo Yuncong's body.

"Who are you?" Mo Yuncong drank, his hands were pulled in the void, a silver gun appeared in his hand, and a stunned tens of thousands of guns, such as a plum blossom bloom.

His strength is the Emperor Wu Feng, which is also considered good.

Originally, Ding Hao’s cultivation was nothing but the realm of the Eight Diagrams Emperor Wu, but he had not yet reached the realm of Wudi. So Mo Yuncong did not pay attention to it. Who knows that he really played against it and discovered that this young fighting power is his own life. Rare, far beyond its mysterious repair.

"The person who killed you."

Ding Hao’s heart is killing people, and his mind is moving. The sword light suddenly disappears, or the fire is like a summer, or the cold is like a cold winter, or like a three-year-old, or a cool as early spring, the atmosphere changes thousands of times, a sword Yi Jianqi whistling in the air, completely locked out Mo Yuncong.

At the same time, he pulled out a left hand and a bullet.

A few knives were shot silently, and all the bans on the body of the demon star on the control instrument were crushed.

"Amitabha." The female demons quietly sang a Buddha.

In the next moment, her eyebrows flickered, and then a tyrannical Buddha's power surged in her broken body. The golden light was like flesh and blood, spreading along the cleaned white bones of her, the whole hall. The atmosphere of the Buddha's compassion and holiness is filled with faint memories of the Buddha's sounds of the Sanskrit scriptures...

Her body is replying.

On the other side, fifty of the black armies have all been knocked down to the ground, losing their resistance.

Ding Hao did not give orders to the screaming of the savage squadron. These black armored forces are only subordinates after all. He does not know whether there are also demon people in the world, and more than 50 warriors of the peak of the emperor. If it is obliterated, it will not be a big loss for the Terran.

For Mo Yuncong, Ding Hao can not stay.

Ding Hao's current combat power, even if he does not use the magic knife and the rust sword, is the invincible existence under the saint, Mo Yuncong is Ding Hao's opponent?

The so-called one-handed miscalculation, all lost.

Mo Yuncong is such a situation at this time.

He wanted to launch a warning message in the water prison and recruited the guards on the ground to help, but was surprised to find that the warning inscription in the dungeon did not know when it had expired and could not be transmitted to the outside world. Any news.

"How could this be?" Mo Yuncong's heart sank.

He has a feeling of self-restraint.

Ding Hao sneered.

Along the way, any inscriptions are incapable of escaping his knowledge. What's more, in this dungeon, the arrays under the arrangement are also of a normal standard. Just by his mind, you can change it.

Hey!

The sword is full of swords and swords.

"Ah..." Mo Yuncong was fierce, and the sword in his legs fell into a pool of blood.

Ding Hao closes.

"Amitabha!" The Buddha light on the female magic star gradually converges, turning into a golden-colored coat, covering the crystal and soft jade body. The injury on the body has already fully recovered, and the long black hair is windless. Showing a very beautiful face.

"Come on." Ding Hao pointed to Mo Yuncong, who was lying on the ground with a look of fear.

The master of the Northland City, who madly driven Xuanqi to heal the wound, but desperately found that his wounds were filled with a strange sword power, but it was unexplored.

"Amitabha, good and good." The woman sang the Sanskrit, a pair of beautiful scorpions pure as the mountains and autumn springs.

"You... can't kill me, I am the city owner appointed by the gods..." Mo Yuncong was scared, screaming wildly, and no longer had the cruel and cool gesture of the past.

"Buddha, eliminate the sin industry, put down the butcher knife, and set up the land to become a Buddha." The woman's clear and compassionate eyes, watching Mo Yuncong.

The latter’s frenzied stance gradually calmed down.

His eyes were first confused, and then there was a hint of resistance to struggle, but it soon seemed to be abandoned. His eyes were full of regrets. He turned over and knees on the floor, crying and crying: "I sin The industry is heavy, the sin is unforgivable, I regret it, I have done so many things that hurt the world, my hands are covered with blood, I should go to the 18th floor of hell..."

He burst into tears and snarled, without the slightest falsehood, actually a remorse from the depths of the soul.

Ding Hao looked at the woman next to her with amazement.

The horrible spirit attack technique can actually disintegrate a person's will and soul.

"I sin to die..." Mo Yuncong suddenly jumped up, and his backhand slaps on his head. It suddenly feels like breaking a watermelon. The brain bursts out and the whole person leans back. Died.

Ding Hao’s heart is dark.

He suddenly realized that since this woman had such profound cultivation and supernatural powers, why did she not show her before, let Mo Yuncong lock her up and torture for so many days? Is she always waiting for something?