Chaotic Sword God

When the voice of the elders of the temple, Dina, fell into the ear of the soul, it suddenly made the soul sink in the heart, and it was even more determined that the Kaitian family could not take the sword dust away.

"The soul burial has already displayed a large array of martial arts. He has the strength of Wushen Mountain and the other six people. In addition to the sorrowful power of Wu Wu Li, we are not able to stand alone. We will not be able to get any benefit. Keeping the soul buried, before the sword dust surrenders to the real tower, you must not let him board the Wushen Mountain..."

"Since Jian Chen refuses to surrender the true tower, let us take it for yourself. If you want to return the true tower, we must cooperate with it. Let’s get the real tower first, and finally how to distribute it. , we will negotiate again in the future..."

At the same time, the top powerhouses who gathered here also spoke. They know how deep the martial arts are, even though the martial arts are unable to break through to the beginning of life, but in the sacred world. There is no one of the top forces to dare to despise the martial arts.

All of this is due to the existence of Wushen Mountain.

They are very clear that once the sword dust is returned to Wushen Mountain, they are really helpless.

"This is the territory of my emperor's empire. This is really the tower. It is up to me to collect it. You just need to hold the soul to bury it. If you really want it, we will discuss the issue of ownership." The emperor of the imperial empire spoke up. He was surrounded by the emperor's temperament, and he did not laugh at it. There was an imposing manner.

He shot directly, the palm of his hand shattered the void, broke through the distance between space and time, and appeared in front of Jian Chen in an instant.

"Sword dust, the emperor does not hurt you, only take you to the true tower, do not know how to be good!" said the Emperor of the Emperor of the Emperor of the Emperor, the soul of the sword behind the soul and the shadow of the Protoss, the identity of the sword dust Obviously there are some concerns.

But this concern obviously does not stop him from taking the idea of ​​returning to the tower.

"You dare!" The soul was buried and the power of Wushen Mountain was merged with him. He decisively shot and intercepted the Emperor of the Emperor. At the same time, his eyes instantly became dark, like a black top, able to swallow all the light in the world.

A powerful martial arts force is turned into an invisible sword and the target is directed at these top powers around.

"Be careful!" Some of the top powerhouses drank, but they still didn't help. They didn't have any way to resist even if they were aware of the murderous attack of the soul burial.

The invisible sword of Wuhuo Li, with its strange power of shocking the gods, broke through all their defenses and bombarded them on their gods.

Suddenly, all the top strong bodies were shocked, and there was a sudden confusion in their eyes. The movements in their hands were also slow.

Even the ancestors of the Emperor’s Empire are no exception.

The burial of the soul is not entangled with these people, and taking the sword dust is the current priority. I saw him grab the shoulder of Jian Chen with one hand and was about to leave.

"boom!"

At this moment, a deafening roar came from the sky, only in the wilderness of the wilderness of the wilderness, a huge body of Qingpeng appeared, the wings spread, cover the sky, the first one Hit the shadow on Wushen Mountain.

The virtual shadow of Wushen Mountain suddenly swayed, and the mountain body was constantly twisted, deformed, and the light was dim.

It was Qingpeng Wang, and he also shot, and the people who prevented the martial arts from taking the sword away.

Because of the existence of Tongtian Juggernaut, he did not dare to embark on the wasteland, but the virtual shadow of Wushen Mountain could not fall to the wasteland, and it could only appear in the sky outside the wilderness.

Therefore, Wushen Mountain has become the best target of Qingpengwang.

The Wushen Mountain was attacked, and the soul burial seemed to be greatly affected. The body trembled fiercely, and the face was flushed. The strength of the body on Wushen Mountain was even more interrupted.

This Qing Yao Tian Wang, but stepped into the mid-term in the middle of the top of the strong, and the body has a noble and powerful blood of the beast, not only the speed of the world first, even the combat power is also called the same level invincible, his blow, power Not the same small.

"Qing Yao Tian Wang, we are a martial art and you have always been a well-watered river. What do you mean by this?"

"Sword dust, must die, even if there is a Protoss to protect him, this king will never let him live." Qing Peng Wang's cold voice with a sense of killing, came from the vast expanse of the sky.

He is the only one of these top powers who really kills the sword.

The soul burial face is ugly. The body of Qingpeng Wang is a Dapeng bird. It is a ferocious creature. It is a famous sacred newspaper in the holy world. It is very difficult to provoke. Since he has said such a thing, it means that he is There is really a heart to kill the sword.

However, he does not fear the protagonist's strength and qualifications. The Protoss God of War has not really grown up. He is carrying the unparalleled speed of terror, and no one in the Protoss can keep him, even the three elders. Not at all.

"The soul is buried, you don't leave the tower, you can't take the sword dust." Those top powers affected by the soul burial martial arts have all recovered, and they have taken shots to contain the soul burial.

In the sky outside the sky, the sound of roaring is endless, and Qingpeng Wang repeatedly shot, every hit destroys the sky, and the void is breaking.

The projection of Wushen Mountain was faltering under his attack. There were signs of collapse. The martial arts squad was also cut off and there was no power to bless the soul.

After all, this is just a projection of Wushen Mountain, only a part of the Wushen Mountain, not the real Wushen Mountain!

Without the support of the martial arts, in the face of so many powerful and stronger than their own top, the funeral suddenly fell into the wind.

The Dao Empire’s ruling country has been opened, and the power of the entire squad has gathered outside the city, blocking the aftermath of the war and not spreading out.

The huge population of hundreds of millions of people in the city pool has also been diverted from the power of the country.

"The situation is not good, Chu Jian, you and me to help the soul to bury a force, among our seven brothers, in addition to the soul burial, only you and me can compete with those people." Wu Hunshan's virtual shadow Six people are working hard to stabilize Wushen Mountain. One of the middle-aged men stared at the land of the wilderness and sank.

"No, we must stabilize the soul shadow of Wushen Mountain. We must not let the soul shadow of Wushen Mountain be collapsed by the Qingyao King. Otherwise, we will not be able to cross this extremely distant moment through the power of Wushen Mountain. The universe is empty and returns to Wushen Mountain." The person who was called Chu Jian said that his face was dignified.

In the wilderness, the emperor's empire, Taizu Emperor, shot again, holding the palm of his hand in the palm of his hand, imprisoning the void, and grabbing the sword dust.

Jian Chen’s eyes were cold and his thoughts moved. The broken tower was shot from his eyebrows. On the true tower, it seemed to be concentrated and concentrated to the ultimate avenue. It can suppress all things in the heavens and the earth. This tower just appeared, the emperor The emptiness of the patriarch of the country’s ancestors was lifted.

The sword dust is the hand that holds the true tower, and tries its best to motivate the power of the tower, and to the ancestors of the emperor's empire.

"Real tower!" The Emperor’s empire’s eyes were bright, and the eyes of the Emperor’s empire looked at the real tower that was taken out by Jian Chen. The original palm of the sword dust was also turned to the real tower. go with.

On his palm, the power of terror condenses, seems to be able to crack the void, and made the strongest protection.

However, the horror of the power of the true tower, although the power of the top artifact is far from being able to play out, but by the weight of the true tower itself, it is already extremely embarrassing.

Under the great ancestors of the Emperor's empire, he was directly taken back by the powerful power of the true tower to hundreds of meters away.

"It is worthy of being the top artifact!" The Emperor's empire, Taizuo's eyes shot a strange light, and he was only shaken off and was not injured. Because of the strength of the sword dust today, even if it has refining the five-story real tower, it is impossible to hurt a Taishiqiang strong by the true tower.

At the moment, he continued to shoot. This time, he was prepared not to directly touch the real tower, but to wrap it in the soft tower with gentle force.