Chaotic Sword God

Ming Dong looked around and saw that in front of him, a middle-aged man wearing a blue gown was quietly appearing in front of himself, staring at himself with his eyes.

In this green shirt man, Ming Dong felt a horrible momentum of turmoil. In front of this momentum, he not only felt cold hands and feet, but also chills, and even his entire body was in this terrible momentum. Under the pressure, it is impossible to move.

The five gods standing behind the singer are also clenching their teeth. They want to put the hidden gods on the armor. Under the momentum of the men in the green shirt, this should be extremely simple for them. Action is extremely difficult.

In front of the man in the green shirt, their weakness is as if they are an ant, and they have no ability to escape.

This middle-aged man in a blue gown is a young man.

When Qingpeng Wang stopped Mingdong, the surrounding sky was also full of people's flashes. A strong person in the beginning of the world appeared as if it was a teleportation. He took the safe king of his family and was afraid of being caught by the fish pond.

Many of the strong starters stunned their eyes with sympathetic eyes before they left. In their view, they sinned against Qingpeng Wang, and Mingdong’s end can be imagined.

In an instant, all the great gods who lived from the Bohai Palace were taken away, leaving only the Ming and Five gods to stay here.

They didn't want to go, but under the oppressive pressure of Qingpeng Wang, they couldn't move at all, and they couldn't walk away.

In the mouth of Mingdong, there is already blood spilling out. His state has not yet recovered to its peak. At this moment, with such a strong breath shock, it immediately shows signs of disappointment, and there is a tearing pain in the body.

"Since I am a child, Mocheng is dying from your hand, but no matter where you are from, you can't escape death." Qing Peng Wang Hansheng said that he is the most valued and has a high expectations of the disciple Mo Cheng died in the hands of Ming Dong. Naturally, he made him hateful to Mingdong. He didn't want to take this easy life. He had already decided to torture him with the most cruel means.

"Peng Wang is really a big fire." At this moment, a soft and very pleasant voice came, and I saw a red dress, and the graceful and graceful Peterson Palace’s Eighth Temple stepped on the lotus step. Her pace seems to be no hurry or slow, but just take a step and cross a distant distance, such as a teleport, usually in front of Ming.

With the arrival of His Royal Highness, Mingdong suddenly felt that the horrible momentum of the vast sea had disappeared without a trace, which made him relieved, and immediately felt that his body was collapsed and almost stood unsteadily.

"You have to gossip about it?" Qing Peng Wang's face sank, his eyes staring sharply at the Eighth Hall of Peterson, and his anger rose.

Before the Eighth Hall of the Heavenly Palace of Heaven, he had to take away the clouds and smoke. He looked at the contents under the Basilica of the Bisheng Temple and gave the Eighth Hall a face.

But at the moment, in the face of the murderer who killed his own child, the Eighth Highness of the Bi Sheng Tian Gong actually planned to put a foot on it, which made his face gloomy.

"This is the person of our Shengtian Temple. The predecessor of Mo Feipeng is not competing with us at the Shengsheng Temple. Peng's predecessors may have to think twice." The Eighth Hall is next to the light and light, and it is already in the dark. The secret law of Bi Sheng Tian Gong is calling for a distant place: "Master Sister..."

"What, this Mingdong turned out to be the person of the Bisheng Temple?"

"No wonder that even the apprentices of Qingpeng King dare to kill. It turns out that there is a Shengsheng Temple in the background..."

"The Eighth Hall of the Bisheng Temple is coming out. I don’t know how the Qingpeng King should choose..."

"Qingpeng Wang is a fierce name. He is a very difficult person to speak, and he also masters the Qingpeng body. The speed is unparalleled in the world. It is very difficult to provoke. Looking at the holy world, few people dare not give the face of Qingpeng Wang. people......"

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In the distance, the original strongmen who did not care about Mingdong indifferently, with the appearance of the Eighth Hall of the Bisheng Tiangong, they began to pay attention to Mingdong. They looked around between Qingpengwang and the Eighth Hall to reveal interest. color.

One side is the sacred name of the sacred world, and the other is the priest of the sacred heavenly palace. The heads on both sides are very large. This makes many strong starters look forward to their hearts and they will not have a collision.

"He killed the most proud disciple of the king, the king's temperament, the eight halls of the heart should be clear, the eight halls really want to shelter this person?" Qing Peng Wang no expression, the momentum of the explosion like a mountain, so that the stars dim The surrounding voids are cracking.

And he is standing in the cracks of the sky that are constantly cracking and healing, and staring at the Eighth Highness, with no concession.

"No loss is Qingpeng Wang, I am not tamed, even the Bisheng Tiangong can't shake him..."

"Although the strength of Qingpengwang is far from invincible, but his speed is unparalleled in the world. Today's Bisheng Tiangong, except for the big hall, the rest, etc., does not have a half-powerful shock to Qingpeng Wang. Because even if he can't beat it, if he insists on going, no one can stop him..."

Many strong starters talked in the voice, and many people looked at the eyes of Qing Peng Wang with a lot of taboos and fears.

"You are the master of Mocheng, Qingpeng Wang, and the Bohai Palace is a place full of disputes. Your disciple is dead in my hands. To blame, I can only blame him for his own strength and blame others. You say that you are a top The strong, for a disciplinary apprentice to find my own self-death, is not too shameless." Ming Dong squatting Qingpeng Wang drink, no fear of color, speech, even more With a half respect.

"Bold!"

Qingpeng Wang shouted and was slammed by a junior like an ant, which made his face become blue and green. He saw a sudden burst of blue light on his body, condensed into a huge wing, with wings like a knife. The terrible power of destroying the earth and the land is swaying forward.

His wings, which are condensed with cyan light and shadow, are naturally used to deal with the Eighth Temple of Peterson, which is in front of Mingdong.

Under the eyes of the public, he naturally did not dare to really hurt the Eighth Hall of the Bisheng Temple. Therefore, the power of this wing is only to entangle the Eighth Highness. The means to deal with Mingdong is from the wing. Feathers formed by cyan rays.

It looks like a feather, but at the same time it is like a scale, all the way to the void, shooting at the speed of lightning as fast as Mingdong.

"Qingpeng Wang, you dare!" The next hall of the Peterson Palace is bursting out, the voice is no longer gentle, with a suffocating and murderous.

Because of the feather that shot at Mingdong, she couldn't stop it. She could only watch the feathers shoot at Mingdong at an incredible speed.

However, at this moment, the space around the body of Mingdong suddenly twisted, and the feather that Qingpeng Wang shot to Mingdong, when it touched the twisted space around Mingdong, the speed stopped abruptly. The birth stopped.

Immediately, this distorted space suddenly cracked, and a white jade-like jade hand emerged from it, and a light palm was printed toward Qingpeng Wang.

Suddenly, the void was violently trembled, and the rule of the Three Thousand Avenues was disturbed and became disordered.

This seemingly ordinary palm, but it contains the horrible power of tearing the ground, disturbing the three thousand rules.