I Just Want to Play My Game Quietly

One day, there is only one palm.

Zhou Wen looked up at the sky, and he could only see the palms between that square inch, as if everything in the world had been shrouded in the slimmer hand.

The real hand cover the sky, coming from outside the sky, even the sky is played between the palms.

There is nowhere to hide, and there is nowhere to escape.

Those who even watched the war can just feel the unparalleled oppression of the palm through the TV screen, as if it is a hand that pinch himself like an ant.

Zhou Wenxin was like iron, and suddenly he shook his left hand, inserted the unrestrained sword in his hand to the ground, and held his hoe with his hands.

Double swords have their own characteristics and can exert different abilities, but now they need to condense all the forces to fight, and they can no longer be scattered, so they can only abandon a sword and only use a sword as a battle.

With both hands holding the fairy sword, the strength in the body was generally rushed into the fairy sword, which made the sword body of the fairy sword shook by the strong power.

Zhou Wen was very clear that with his own strength, the unparalleled hit confrontation with the fairy in the sky is tantamount to hitting stones with eggs.

It is the real power of the last days, which can destroy the power of a world.

No matter how powerful the natural disaster is, it is still within the world, the world has been destroyed, and what natural disasters are.

"Only by breaking the world can there be a line of vitality." Under the pushing air pressure of the sky, Zhou Wenmu looked at the jade hand, but his look was no wave.

For many years of practice, Zhou Wen's mind has been tough as iron stone, and even if it is facing death, it can also be clear.

The scenes of the past flashes flashed in their minds, the constant of "The First Order of Chaos", the ingenuity of "Stealing the Sky", the purity of "Practice of Qi", the weirdness of the "Little Prajna Sutra", the book of "Dao Jue", The magic of "The Demon Ji", the reverse of the "Ancient Emperor" and the true "List of the Demon God".

Those roads that Zhou Wenbu did his mind was cut off by himself.

"Avenue 50, Tianyan Four or Nine, one of them, this one is the way of me, and the way of human ..." Zhou Wen's current is getting hotter.

Born as a person, he does not need the four major empty, nor the unity of heaven and man, and no need to see through the red dust.

People are people. Since they are born in the world, they live as themselves.

As the palm of the sky was pressed down, the entire temple was clicked, and the wall of the unobstructed gods was cracking on the wall, as if the python was entangled.

The whole mountain is shaking, as if under the giant pressure of the palm, it will collapse at any time.

The power of destroying the heavens and the earth was shivering, and his eyes stared at Zhou Wen, who still held his sword. Although he prayed countless times in his heart, he begged him to resist this palm, but the anxiety in his heart became more and more intense.

At this time, Zhou Wen's body and the sword in his hand looked too small under that palm, and it was so small that it was almost neglected.

"Whether you are Zhou Wen or the emperor, in the opinion of the deity, it is just a cloud of smoke. One side is born and the other is destroyed, and under the sky, life and death are between me." In all directions, it has been echoing for a long time, destroying people's hearts.

Alas!

The pillars of the gods that are as huge as the pillars of the sky are under the palm pressure, and the collapse of one after another seems to be decaying wood chips.

"Jumping out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements, the immortal of the sky is not without heaven." The sword in Zhou Wen's hand was low, his eyes looked up at the upper Cang, and his mouth slowly thought.

"Yes, you can understand the real gap between you and the deity, and death can also be stunned." The fairy of the sky said lightly, the palm of his hand continued to press down, and seeing the crushing Zhou Wen under the palm.

“………………... "Between speaking, Zhou Wen held the fairy sword with both hands, and slashed out of the sky.

With the rise of the immortal sword, Zhou Wen's body and sword body are exuding light, which is a kind of not strong but dazzling light.

It seemed to be reborn, and the Phoenix was being transformed. With the emergence of light, Zhou Wen and sword were transformed, and they seemed to be burning.

When the sword tears space and welcomes the palm of the heavenly fairy, Zhou Wen's body and sword body seem to be completely optical, becoming a blank light and shadow.

The sword intersects with the palm, there is no dazzling light explosion, no shock waves of tearing, and not even the sparks of imagination, and there is no collapse.

The blade was cut like the flesh, split the flesh on the palm, and the blood flowed down the blade.

"No ... impossible ..." The fairy face of Tianwai was twisted, and his eyes were full of horror and incredible.

In the end of the world, the power of the world was broken by the sword of Zhou Wen, and she couldn't accept it anyway, and there would be such ridiculous things.

The fingertips of the fairy fairy fingers flickered, holding the sword body, letting the fifth fingers be cut off, the blade fell into the fingers, and the blood splashed in the palm.

Her other hand once again played the power of the sky and killed Zhou Wen on the spot.

Zhou Wen had already prepared, and was trying to summon the magic baby forcibly to let the devil help him resist the fatal blow.

But before Zhou Wen summoned the devil, he saw that the palm of the immortal of the sky suddenly stopped, and her pupils contracted very weirdly, as if it was something unexpected, extremely horrible.

Zhou Wen's gaze passed through the cheek of the immortal, and saw a familiar face appearing behind the immortal.

"Teacher ..." Zhou Wen froze slightly.

Behind the fairy outside the sky, a person in white is Wang Mingyuan.

At this time, Bai Mingyuan's expression was calm, full of energy, and he could not see the serious injuries. He was hanging behind the immortal body of the sky, and one palm pressed on the head of the immortal of the sky, and the five fingers were like a hook, piercing into her skull.

Although nothing can be seen, Zhou Wen can feel that the power on the immortal of the sky is passing.

Just in the blink of an eye, Zhou Wen couldn't feel the power of Tianwai Xian's holding of the sword body.

Zhou Wen looked at the immortal and Wang Mingyuan behind her, and saw that the vitality on the immortal of the sky was almost cut off. The whole person fell like a willow branch in the ruined wind. Falling in dust.

"You ... you ..." Like the dying old man, even the immortal immortal, who was incomplete, said weakly, and his head suddenly burst like watermelon.

Wang Mingyuan's five fingers dyed blood, watching the headless corpse of the immortal of the sky, as if looking at the garbage.

"Zhou Wen, you do well." Wang Mingyuan took out a white handkerchief, wiped off the blood of the five fingers, let the white handkerchief float with the wind, and then looked at Zhou Wen with a smile.

Zhou Wen's gaze looked at the ruined temple. After seeing the situation there, his face suddenly changed.

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