Chaotic Sword God

"Impossible, this is impossible, it is absolutely impossible." Junkong shook his head and whispered, and the shock in his heart had already reached an unparalleled level, which made him extremely shocked.

Whether it is Shangguan, or the path of Jian Chen, he is clear, but Jian Chen is in his eyes. One is a weak character like an ant. At this moment, he suddenly has such a powerful strength. Brother, this made him unable to accept it anyway, and even more unacceptable to the sorcerer and sister who made him admire, it turned out to be the great singer of this sacred god.

"It turns out that there is such a relationship between Mingdong and Jian Chen."

"No wonder the fall of the sword dust, let the madness of the Ming dynasty, not hesitate to offend the top forces, but also to kill those few gods, it turned out to be the life and death of his suffering."

"The relationship between life and death, this is the friendship that can be fully entrusted to the other person's life. Even the life of the other person is more important than itself. The friendship is far more than the brothers. ”

The gods around them are also in the heart, and the goshawks, Gongzheng and Baiyi, who are walking together, are sinking in their hearts and their faces become very unsightly.

The relationship between Jian Chen and Ming Dong far exceeds their expectations.

At this time, the long sword in the hands of Ming Dong, with the power of the law of destruction, has already smashed toward the air, and the scent of destruction has permeated, giving people an illusion that they want to destroy everything.

Although Jun Kong was short-lived, but after all, he was also the king of the gods on the throne of God. At the moment of his life and death, he reacted instantly, turning over his hand, but the big clock of the palm-sized size quietly appeared in his palm, and then suddenly became bigger. In a moment, it became a size of a few feet, and he covered him all over.

"Boom!"

Mingdong’s sword with the law of destruction lingered on the big clock, and suddenly a dull bell sounded, and the terrible sounds turned into a circle of visible ripples, which spread in all directions.

This sound wave also contains a strong attack power. When the sound wave is diffused, the sea of ​​lava below it is violently tumbling. One volcano erupts again and again, and a large number of lavas are heated in the air. It is a piece of one-by-one, continuous.

Mingdong swayed his sword in front of him, blocking the oncoming sound waves, staring coldly at the big clock in front of his eyes, cold channel: "You think there is a defensive artifact, I can't help you." "When you talk, a set of armor emerges quietly, protecting every part of the whole body of Mingdong. When the rain of lava in the sky falls on the armor, it will not damage the armor."

This set of armor is obviously a defensive artifact!

Then, in the hands of Ming Dong, this sword with only the best saints was suddenly taken over, and replaced with an artifact-level sword. The law of destruction was condensed, and suddenly the power of the heavens broke out. On the big clock.

"boom!"

This is a fierce confrontation between two artifacts. The sound of thunder and thunder is erupting. The lingering energy aftermath is like a huge wave. It is raging between the heavens and the earth, and the fire and rain that hit the sky are erratic.

The big bell that covered the empty space was also under the sword of Mingdong. It was swept away by the shackles and hovered only a few kilometers away.

Junkong’s figure appeared under the big clock. He stared blankly at the screaming Mingdong. He was the lord of the gods, and the priest of the gods of Taoism, naturally also had arrogance and dignity. Fan Si attacked four times, even if he knew that Mingdong had a deep background, he could not bear the anger of his heart.

What's more, he has already seen it. Mingdong has already killed himself. As for the Shenyin Taoist behind him, it has clearly become a display at this moment, without any deterrent.

Yu Xiao’s voice came from a long time, and the voice was like Tianzhu. It was as beautiful as Xianle, and the magical power of the soul was slowly coming out.

Junkong’s head is big, resisting the rain of lava, standing under the big clock and blowing the jade, using the melody to confront the enemy, humming to control the soul, disturbing the mind, chaosing its god, using the sonic sword, piercing the void , hurt the body of the enemy.

In the face of the killing of Mingdong, Junkong began to fight back with all his strength!

"Hey, you want to mess with my mind, and then practice for a few hundred years." Mingdong snorted, at this moment he has artifact-level armor protection, and the law does not invade, the evil spirits are not broken, brave as the **** of war, hand-held The artifact-level long sword was like a broken bamboo, crashing a lot of lava rain and killing Junkong.

The fierce battle between the two of them is not so intense. Only two artifacts are constantly touching and the horror energy fluctuations erupted between the heavens and the earth, causing a volcanic eruption, and the lava sea at the foot is stimulating. It’s a huge wave, the red flame hits the sky, and the red sky is full.

Jun Kong occupies the defensive artifact, and it is not damaged under the several attacks of Mingdong. But with the artifact, for any generation of the gods, the consumption is also very large, and it will not last long. At this moment, he is already pale and revealing signs of failure.

"boom!"

Finally, under the attack of Mingdong again, Junkong finally could not support the defense of the big clock, and put away the big clock. Immediately, a blood was sprayed out and suffered heavy losses.

"Dare to dye my brother's woman, dare to hit my big idea, I will not leave you today." Mingdong's tone is cold, killing the sky, recovering the artifacts in his hands, and launching a storm-like attack on Junkong with a pair of fists. He changed his fists, his knees and his legs danced together, and with great strength, he carried out a brutal inhumanity on the body of Junkong, which is a pain that cannot be directly seen.

Although Mingdong did not have any resentment against Junkong, the idea of ​​Jun’s hollow bottom made Ming Dong’s hatred towards him, but also stronger than the eight great kings who besieged Jian Chen’s, so that before Jun’s death, he should also be good. The pain has tortured him.

Junkong was completely unable to resist, and was completely suppressed by Mingdong. His body was like a sandbag. He was flying in the air by the East, not only the body, but also the skeleton, the internal organs, and the body. The fist of the East was crushed, and the face covered with blood had already been distorted and deformed. The skull was cracked and it was very miserable.

Junkong Yuanshen is still there, so he is not dead. At this moment, his eyes are staring at Mingdong, hateful, and there is no way.

There are so many ancient secrets that Mingdong has mastered. He has already sealed his whole body, and has confined his god, so that he has the secret of escape, but he can’t display it. He wants to abandon the flesh and throw out the gods. I can't do it, I can only watch the smashing of Mingdong against myself.