Great Heaven Sovereign

Qi Tianmo was furious, even tens of thousands of soldiers behind him.

But there was no way. Wu Jingxian was too overbearing. He directly crushed them and made them dare not express any dissatisfaction even if they were unhappy.

"Are you angry? Let's get angry. Let's finish the work as soon as possible." Wu Jingxian sighed, and the scattered hair on his face brushed under the drum of killing intention.

"I want to see if you are really like what they said, Shura on the battlefield."

"Devil turbulence!"

Qi Tianmo yelled and punched out.

Boom, boom, boom.

The power of one punch was very strong, but his figure had just appeared on the suspension bridge, and the whole suspension bridge began to shake with this terrible punch.

The shadow of the fist extends across the sky and is tens of feet in size. It permeates the whole suspension bridge and pushes it horizontally.

Where you pass, the suspension bridge chain also directly collapses and turns into nothingness.

It can be said that the strength of this punch has been comparable to the massacre of Yang Fan yesterday.

At this moment, the eyes of all the soldiers on both sides of the Strait were filled with admiration. This strength is terrifying. In particular, this kind of battle between existence has not happened for hundreds of years. It has always been their minions who are constantly repeating the requirements of this battlefield and fighting every day.

"Sure enough, it's the son of chaos demon palace. It's too strong. I look at the so-called battlefield Shura. How can I resist it!" On the other side, someone sighed and deliberately spoke loudly, trying to belittle Wu Jingxian.

"You fart, you what son of God, slap in front of our prince!" Ma Chao immediately responded with high momentum.

"A slap? Take the punch first." Someone on the other side retorted.

"Don't worry, open your dog's eyes and look at it. See how my prince Wushen knocked him down into the abyss." On their side, they also refuted back.

Then, the two sides directly glared at each other, and their killing intention was surging. They wanted to break out a decisive battle.

No one is satisfied with anyone, tit for tat.

But soon, shock reappeared on their faces.

Because of this feeling, they have left their hearts for hundreds of years.

But now, it's inspired again. However, although they were shocked by this situation, they did not show it.

Only Wu Jingxian seemed to feel the common hatred and fighting spirit in the hearts of all people, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Then he looked up lightly:

"If you don't believe it, you have to defy the law. If I say you're unqualified, you're unqualified." Wu Jingxian said faintly, without the slightest movement in the face of this violent punch.

Then, just as the force passed half the suspension bridge and shook the shore, he moved.

With one hand, he waved it and patted it gently.

Boom!

On the whole suspension bridge, a startling roar suddenly appeared, as if with his gentle pressure, it had exceeded the limit that the suspension bridge could bear.

Instant collapse!

And together with the collapse, there is Qi Tianmo's fist.

Without any doubt, under this palm, it is directly broken and dissipated in nothingness.

Boom!

Qi Tianmo's figure also flew out.

"No!" Qi Tianmo roared, and his voice was full of discontent. In any case, he didn't expect that he should lose so cleanly.

"Save your life and continue to practice for that boy later. Otherwise, if they say you can't slap me, you will never slap me." Wu Jingxian completely ignored it, then turned and left.

And as he stepped down the drawbridge.

The suspension bridge also collapsed at this time, the infinite killing intention closed, and the flowers disappeared in an instant.

Everything was calm again.

Today's World War I is over.

The world was silent for a moment, as if time and space were fixed.

But the next moment, there was a direct burst of cheers. It's like this war, which makes them feel the victory they haven't seen for a long time.

However, Wu Jingxian didn't care about these, but directly returned to the camp, stood with his hands down, looked at the sky under the dark night and meditated slightly.

However, Yang Fan doesn't know everything here.

At this time, Yang Fan is still in the camp and continues his enlightenment.

With his understanding, the killing intention was everywhere in the whole camp, almost drowning people!

"Kill one man for a crime, kill a hundred men to dominate. If you kill a million, you are the male in the male!"

At one moment, Yang Fan opened his eyes and spit out a word slightly.

But then, Yang Fan shook his head again: "this is the way of killing. Taking killing as the way will breed the killing intention, which is inconsistent with me."

Yang Fan's mind was confused, and countless kinds of ideas fused to kill, but he finally denied them.

"My killing is too complicated. In Xuanling City, I kill for conscience; in Imperial City, I kill for protection. On the southern continent, I kill for self-protection. In Gongsun city of fugitive Valley, I kill for anger." Yang Fan kept thinking in his heart, and thoughts flashed in his mind.

"There are also Wanfoshan, shazu, muxuezong, demon clan..."

"The reasons for all my killings are extremely complicated." Yang Fan thought in his heart, and the ghost eyes also began to flash wildly.

It seems that Yang Fan is realizing a great truth at the moment.

Then, Yang Fan flashed figures in his mind.

Lin Lan, Xiao Ye Er, Xiao Mei

When all the figures flashed, Yang Fan also took a deep breath.

"I see."

"This... Is where my heart is." Yang Fan understood clearly, and then all the other breath in the camp suddenly disappeared.

And Yang Fan fell into a state of calm again.

This is a day.

In the twinkling of an eye, it will come again in time.

Dong Dong Dong!

Above the void, the sound of war drums appeared again.

The suspension bridge is also condensed again. The killing intention is linked and locked on the other side to construct a bridge of war.

Tens of thousands of soldiers also concentrated again and waited for Wu Jingxian's orders.

Even, there was a faint sense of war in their eyes, as if they wanted to take the initiative to fight.

This is something that has never happened before.

However, Wu Jingxian did not respond at all.

"Wu Jingxian, who will fight today? I don't believe it. You have to fight yourself today." Vishmo cries out.

"Don't you believe it?" Wu Jingxian looked up and wondered.

But this rhetorical question suddenly stopped the other side, and I didn't know how to respond.

In particular, vishmo is extremely embarrassed on his face. He can see clearly even across a cliff.

At this time, his face seemed to eat shit and turned bitter liver color. It's like lifting a stone and hitting yourself in the foot.

But he didn't dare to respond. For fear that if he said a word, Wu Jingxian would really do it himself.

However, it is obvious that he thinks a little too much.

Wu Jingxian said faintly:

"But don't worry. The crown prince won't do it today. Aren't you looking for Yang Fan? Today, Yang Fan is still alone."

"Today, he is still alone in the battlefield."

"Besides, I'll tell you the truth. If Yang Fan dies, the crown prince will have his hands tied up to be killed on the suspension bridge and let you dominate." Wu Jingxian's words are amazing.

"What? Wu Jingxian, that's what you said. Don't regret it!" Pishmo was overjoyed.

"The crown prince speaks without nonsense." Wu Jingxian looked determined.

But the voice fell, and he turned his front: "it's just..."

He said faintly, his eyes full of playfulness.

However, before he could continue to speak, a figure came out of the camp directly.

Yang Fan:

"Just... How many are you going to die?"

Yang Fan's voice fell and echoed the void.