Mad Martial War Emperor

The 2nd-generation Witch God was furious. I couldn’t imagine that Ye Qinghan was so fierce, and even that Ye Qinghan would take the sword empty-handed, and still be unscathed. This is simply impossible!

“He knows I’m dealing with him? Otherwise it won’t be so hard! Which Holy Land is telling him?”

The 2nd-generation Witch God stared at Ye Qinghan’s back, cold glow flashed.

Ye Qinghan’s face was dim, as if the divine force had dried up, and he left the Formula tiredly. His right hand covered his left wrist, as if he had been badly damaged. That pale face was by no means a fake.

“He was injured, and I would say that anyone who can do nothing to capture the gods’ white blade is undamaged. It turned out that he hit all the divide force to protect the left hand. Although there is no skin trauma, the left hand is almost useless and the divide force is empty. For that, it’s not worth it at all. “

Numerous gods seemed to see through everything and laughed and talked. They felt that Ye Qinghan had no power to fight again, and wished he could meet him in the next game, and then suppressed it strongly.

Ye Qinghan sneered from the bottom of his heart, not pretending to be injured. If the people below didn’t dare to fight, how could he seriously damage the Son of God?

The 2nd generation Divine token person brought the Witch Ancestral Dragon back to Inn for cultivation, and then sound transmission to Ye Qinghan, coldly questioning, “Are you going to fight the Witch?”

Ye Qinghan cold glow shot, said solemnly, “Which one is against whom first, you should know better than me! If people do n’t know the ghost, then do n’t do it, you have lived so long, do n’t you understand that the paper bag is not Does it catch fire? “

The 2nd-generation Witch God coldly shot out the glorious glances and glanced at the 4th Holy Land. He wanted to find out who was betraying himself, but glancing around, he didn’t seem to see any hidden partners in Ye Qinghan.

The python god owl looked at the two people giving tit for tat, and it was estimated that he couldn’t be good anymore, he could only shake his head and sigh.

Ye Qinghan looked at the reactions of the 2nd-generation witch gods, and was more certain in his heart. The witches were dealing with Kuangzong and wanted to expel Kuangzong! Can not help but a little angry, Murderous intention even more.

However, too much Mental Power is needed to maintain the Great Bareness Fantasy Spirit Transformation clothing. Ye Qinghan is really exhausted at this moment, sitting directly on the ground to cultivate Mental Power.

The 3 races ended quickly, and it was Ye Qinghan’s turn to fight against Feng Fengshen. This person is the Fengshen inheritor, the fastest, killing beyond a thousand li. After a blink of an eye, he can reach ten thousand li. He is the strongest opponent. one.

Ye Qinghan didn’t care, no matter how fast this person was, his defense was still a weakness.

Dahuang Shenyi protected his throat, and even his head was protected by a touch of energy. As long as he blocked Feng Qingshen’s blow, Feng Qingshen would be bad luck.

Ye Qinghan pretends to be weak and walks towards Formation.

Feng Qingshen really wins with his temperament. His erect body and undefeated king’s breath have been in battle so far. He has never been defeated. The cold god blade cold glow in his hand is so compelling that he has stained the blood of many kings and sons, even more soul-stealing.

“My Fengshen Blade only drank the blood of the powerhouse. So far, I have drunk the blood of 300 kings and elites and killed 3 goddess Goddess. You will make it mythical Legendary!” Fengqing God lightly saying.

“My fist has killed countless people, you are just an ordinary one!” Ye Qinghan responded more violently.

“Nonsense, your glory will end in my hands!”

唰 ——————

Fengqing Shenshen robe scrolled, the silhouette dissipated, and his afterimage was everywhere in the entire Formation. This speed was not only fast, but also the realm against the sky.

Ye Qinghan lowered his head and closed his eyes, feeling the position of Feng Qingshen, but his speed was too fast, even if he could sense it at a certain moment, he could not catch it. The natural enemy in this way was not Ye Qinghan, but Ye Huang, her piano Sound can completely control the trace of Feng Qingshen.

Feng Qingshen is also observing Ye Qinghan, watching his face calm, holding his hands mad, waiting for the opportunity to strike thunderbolt.

The violent wind is rolling black hair, Ye Qinghan still has no eyes opened. If the enemy does not move, I will not move. If the enemy attacks, I will attack first!

xiū xiū xiū ————————

Feng Qingshen’s tentative wind blade rushed past Ye Qinghan, but Ye Qinghan didn’t act, and finally lost his patience and killed Ye Qinghan with his own blade.

Hua!

The Fengshen blade is extremely sharp, and the space is cut like tofu, and it is directly applied to Ye Qinghan’s neck.

Shua!

Ye Qinghan lifted the sword and smashed it. It was as fast as lightning, and his right waist was weak in defense. Feng Qingshen seized the opportunity. The speed was extremely fast, and he swept across the craziness.

puci ——————

Fengshen Blade quickly penetrated the outer armor of the armor, and Ye Qinghan took advantage of the flight backwards, spitting blood and hitting the ground, as if suffering a heavy blow.

shua ~ shua ~ shua ~!

Feng Qingshen felt that he had touched Ye Qinghan’s skin. He thought that Ye Qinghan must have been injured, and suddenly he was unforgiving and hit Ye Qinghan madly.

Ye Qinghan raised his sword and smashed into the wind, hitting the blade of the wind, and took advantage of it to fly upside down again. From the outside, he looked extremely embarrassed, but only he knew that everything was developing according to his own predicted trajectory.

Show weakness!

Feng Qingshen looks forward to beheading Ye Qinghan, to raise the might of Fengshen.

Bang!

Fengqing’s vitality erupted, and the elements of the wind were violent, forming countless wind blades to kill Ye Qinghan all directions, in cooperation with his most Peak as well.

Ye Qinghan divine force pours out, forming a huge defensive cover on the periphery, blocking countless wind blades, but the energy is getting weaker and weaker, and some people ca n’t help laughing, knowing that the glory of Ye Qinghan is over!

Feng Qingshen is even more confident. Ye Qinghan is just an arrow at the end of its flight. It is impossible to resist his strongest blow, and he will kill the energy hood with a strong defense. Defensive energy is really impossible to withstand a single blow. Break into it and kill Ye Qinghan.

Bang!

Ye Qinghan was violently blasting on Fengshen Blade, and his strength became much weaker. He lost strength and lost control of his body.

Fengqing was overjoyed, his body flickered, Fengshen’s blade cut away from the side of heavy madness, and blasted towards Ye Qinghan’s body, hitting his throat.

Hua hua hua!

The space collapsed, and in front of Ye Qinghan, it exploded.

Ye Qinghan raised his corner of his mouth, gave up his madness directly, greeted him physically, used his body to shield the wind, and reached out to grasp Feng Qingshen’s head.

The crowd froze and felt Ye Qinghan was crazy.

Fengqing is arrogant and confident that this blade can crush Ye Qinghan’s fleshy body and soul, so he never ducked.

Bang!

When blasting to Ye Qinghan fleshy body, Fengqing God startedled, Fengshen Blade could not penetrate Ye Qinghan’s defense at all, but he was stunned by Ye Qinghan.

Bang!

Ye Qinghan hugged Feng Qingshen’s head and pressed his knees down. He congested his eyes and turned dizzy. He still had time to admit defeat, and saw Ye Qinghan’s fists hit him like rain.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The brutal and fist punched through Feng Qingshen’s defense, his leg bones deformed with a kick, and one flew up to his knees, directly flying it up.

ka-cha ——————

what——–

Feng Qingshen screamed and flew upside down, but was caught up by Ye Qinghan, punched out of the flame, hit his head in the middle, his head burst on the spot, and both the soul and the godhead were hit hard.

“We admit defeat!”

Fengshen lineage inheritance The Lord immediately yelled and chose to give in.

Ye Qinghan shook his fist. After all, he didn’t choose to kill. After a moment of dispersal, his body almost fell down. The vigorous face seemed to lose his blood, and it would fall at any time.