Chaotic Sword God

"Who said that we came for the sake of inheritance?" Jian Chen looked strange, like a smile, looking at Ziyun, said indifferently: "The inheritance of a mixed element will indeed make many gods fight for the blood. It’s crazy, but for me, it’s actually useless.”

Indeed, Jian Chen cultivates the body of chaos, and has already achieved good achievements, and has been unable to replace any exercises. Therefore, in his eyes, let alone the inheritance of a mixed element, even the inheritance of the beginning of the world. It is very difficult to make him heart.

Perhaps in his eyes now, the inheritance of these mixed elements is not as precious as some colorful crystals.

The words of Jian Chen fell into the ears of more than a dozen gods, and suddenly the light in their eyes flashed. Looking at the eyes of Jian Chen, they also became suspicious, and they came up with various ideas.

In the early days of a god, even the inheritance of the beginning of the mixed yuan was not in the eyes. What does this mean?

Explain that this person is not a deep background, that is, the method of cultivation is extremely extraordinary, and can ignore the inheritance of a mixed source. Of course, it is not ruled out that it is a mystery that is made out of thin air.

Sword dust, can not help but let these dozens of gods carefully looked at them, but soon their mouths are showing a sneer, I think it has been seen that the sword dust is in front of them, want to put themselves The purpose of shaping a disciple of a large sect of power is to make them jealous, even to take away the inheritance from their eyes.

But all the disciples of the big faction are not following many guards, and Jian Chen and Kea obviously do not have this condition, so they were quickly overthrown by the dozens of gods.

In the eyes of Ziyun, there was also a hint of astonishment. It was quite unexpected to see the eyebrow dust, but it immediately became dim, and said to the dozen or so gods around him: "You want the inheritance I got, I can give it to you, and I am willing to leave here with you. There is only one request for me. I can't hurt my sister's hair." Then, Ziyun looked at Jian Chen again and said in a tone of pray: " Benefactor, Ziyun wants you, I hope you can take my sister out of here, if the purple rhyme can be lucky, Ziyun is willing to make a cow for the benefactor."

"Hey!" The voice of Ziyun just fell, and among the dozen or so gods, one person made a cold cry and said: "We can not hurt your sister, but these two people, don't expect them to take your sister. I left here because they have no chance to leave this place." As soon as the voice fell, four gods and kings shot at the same time, carrying a long sword and screaming out, sending out a few colorful swords to Jian Chen and Kay.

The opinions of these people have already reached an agreement, and they will not let Jian Chen leave the two. Otherwise, once Jian Chen leaks the news here, it will cause them a lot of trouble, even let them and the mixed yuan. The situation is lost.

The shots of these four gods made Ziyun close his eyes in pain. The appearance of the original sword dust made her see a little life of Xiao Man, and hoped that Jian Chen could bring Xiao Man out. After all, the dozens of people in front of him Compared with the **** king, she naturally believes in the sword dust.

But now, the four gods of the late king Qi Qi to kill the sword and Kay, which makes the purple rhyme full of despair, she does not think that only the early Shen Wang and the Kay, can withstand four gods Late.

"You protect your sister, the battle of the gods level, the strength of your sister can not bear." At this time, the voice of the sword dust came from the ears of Ziyun, the tone was calm and calm, without the slightest confusion .

The calmness of Jian Chen is obviously completely different from the scene that Zi Yun thought in her heart. She opened her eyes subconsciously and saw the scene that made her horrified. The eyes were so beautiful that the eyes were coming out. It is.

I saw a golden sword from the dust of the sword, bursting out with dazzling and radiant light, rendering this dark world into a golden ocean, with a breath of sword and a law of fire The sword formed by the force of the force is collided. In the fierce roar, the golden sword is like a broken bamboo, and the sword that condenses the law of the fire is crushed into a smash, which turns into a flame bursting into the sky.

The golden sword is the balance of the remaining power, turned into a golden light to break the darkness, the body of a late king of the gods through, and then disappeared into the distance.

"Ah!" The body was filled with the law of the fire, and the **** of the flaming sword screamed, looking at the sword dust in disbelief, and the waves of the waves were set in my heart.

Only when you really face this golden sword, can you understand how terrible this sword is, and the fact that he was unable to resist the repair of his late king, brought him the threat of death.

"This, this is not the strength of the early days of the king of God." The **** of the **** secretly exclaimed, his body retreat.

At the same time, Jian Chen punched with the power of chaos, and defeated another sword that flew toward him. Then he deceived himself and stepped into the second king who started to do it himself. In front of him, the power of chaos in the left hand is pervasive, and the palm of the flesh and blood is firmly grasped by the sword of the best saint in his hand. The sharp blade can't cut his palm.

This **** king is a youth who looks ordinary and wears a cyan gown. He saw Jian Chen actually grabbed the blade with his palm and was unharmed. The pupil suddenly shrank and showed a sense of horror. He wanted to take out himself immediately. The long sword, however, found that the palm of the sword dust is like a powerful tongs, and the long sword is tightly bound, and it is simply unable to break away.

"Looking for such a long time, I have seen many swords of the best sacred class, and finally found that I can slightly satisfy me. You have this sword in your hand. I want it." Jian Chen clamped the young man with his left hand. The best saint in the hand, quite satisfied, said that the right hand into a knife, suddenly waved, and smashed toward the youth's arm.

The young man in the green shirt was stunned, and a top-quality sacred armor emerged. He protected his entire right arm, while his left hand took his whole body strength to the flying knife of the sword dust. He wanted to stop it. .

"Hey!" A muffled sound, the young man only felt that the palm of the sword dust was as hard as an artifact, and he could not be shaken at all. His left hand with his whole body not only did not block the sword dust, but was forced by a powerful force to shake his hand bones. Fragmentation.

"Hey!" Jian Chen took off his knife and took a powerful and incredible force on the arm of the young man in the green shirt. He guarded the top armor of the youthful arm of the green shirt and was directly shattered by the sword dust. The entire arm was smashed down.

The youth in the green shirt suffered from a sigh, and looked at the right arm of the blood that spurted out the blood. The heart was so horrified that the body was so strong, and the combat power was so bad. Is this really the beginning of a god?

The sword dust will be held in the hands of the young man in the green shirt, and he will carefully look at it. He muttered to himself: "Although it is not very satisfactory, it will only be used. More suitable is to change." When speaking, the force of chaos in the sword dust is also continuously injected into the long sword, and the mark of the youth in the long sword is wiped out without any effort.

This long sword has long been connected with the youth of the green shirt. When the mark left in the long sword was wiped out, the youth of the green shirt was also hit hard, and the mouth spurted blood. When looking at the eyes of Jian Chen, it was full of fear. .

A sword is in the hand, the dust of the whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes. An extremely fierce sword gas emerges from him and goes straight into the sky. It seems to form an illusory sword. Standing between heaven and earth, it is like a generation of swordsman returning.

The gods who have not yet started to look at the sword dust at this moment have changed their face. The sword dust at this moment gives them the feeling that they are like an ancient behemoth that wakes up from sleep and becomes more terrible.

Jian Chen held a long sword in the void, a long hair without wind and automatic, staring coldly at the youth of the green shirt, said: "It seems that this sword, I spare you a life." The sword in the hands of Jian Chen suddenly burst into a dazzling light, as strong as the sun, and a sword directly smashed toward another **** who had started to do it himself.