The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

"Wait, do you have the confidence to kill the gods?"

Wu Xinghe, stepping on the void, asked aloud.

Everyone below was silent. Even the little fat man Wu Dou, who likes to make troubles, was silent at the moment. He didn't like Wu Xinghe, but when facing Wu Xinghe, he could only keep silent.

Because, this guy is too strong, the child of the galaxy is definitely not a false rumor!

"No one responded, right? Well, you can retreat. This god's evil will be killed by me, Wu Xinghe."

In the air, Wu Xinghe said loudly again, as if the entire wind and fire world was under his control.

However, the people below did not move and did not retreat.

"Wu Xinghe, I'm afraid it's not that easy to kill the gods."

Someone spoke, it was Zi Mingyue, the royal family from Dongjitian smiled.

"Oh? Princess Mingyue, are you going to **** the gods with me?"

Wu Xinghe's eyes fell.

"It's not me, and it's not you. To be precise, someone is one step ahead of you, and you are robbing others of the gods."

Princess Mingyue smiled again.

"Oh? Who? Him?"

Wu Xinghe's eyes moved, and this time it landed on Yang Zheng in front of Fenghuo Dakeng. He was slightly taken aback, not because of Yang Zheng, but because of Dong Limei beside Yang Zheng.

"The young lady of the Dongli family is also here."

Wu Xinghe chuckled lightly.

"Wu Xinghe."

Dong Limei frowned. Although all the elders in the family were trying to match her with Wu Xinghe, she actually had no interest in Wu Xinghe at all. It's very simple, she can't accept Wu Xinghe's desire to kill the demon clan.

"Wu Xinghe is here."

At this time, Meng marriage also whispered, reminding Yang Zheng.

"Oh."

Yang Zheng responded lightly, and at this moment, he slowly moved his eyes, looked away from Shen Xie, and looked at Wu Xinghe, the son of Xinghe, who was facing the world of Xinghe.

Is the most heaven-defying genius in this galaxy world finally willing to show up?

Son of Xinghe, what a noble title this is, but it seems that in addition to the cultivation base, the Destiny rank has never surpassed the limit of the ninth rank... Yang Zheng glanced at Wu Wu with a sleepless gaze. Xinghe, at a glance, you can see through Wu Xinghe's Destiny Rank.

The ninth-order destiny is already the pinnacle of the ninth-order destiny, and the half-step **** emperor already has the destiny of a **** emperor, which is really against the sky.

However, after all, he was still bound in the ninth order of destiny.

Therefore, this Wu Xinghe is against the sky, and in Yang Zheng's eyes, it is just like that.

Strong, strong, but unfortunately, not strong enough.

"You look down on me?"

Wu Xinghe opened his mouth.

Yang Zheng, with a slight smile, did not respond, his eyes retracted, and he fell on Shenxie again.

"hiss!"

This scene, everyone present saw it, and most of them were shocked.

The King of Swords is relentless, why doesn't he give any face to Wu Xinghe, the son of Xinghe?

This......

Is this guy blindly confident, or does he really have the strength to ignore Wu Xinghe?

"This guy, isn't there a problem with his head?"

The little fat man thought for a moment and said a word.

However, no one paid any attention to him, because at this moment, the battle between Wu Xinghe and the Sword Emperor Chongguang has begun!

"It turns out that some people will despise me."

In the air, Wu Xinghe's laughter sounded. In the laughter, there was a strong coercion. If the cultivation base was weaker, the coercion went straight into the depths of the primordial spirit, and dared not resist!

Wu Xinghe's voice was obviously asking Yang Zheng.

However, Yang Zheng didn't pay attention to it at all and ignored it. His eyes only fell on the gods at this moment. He glanced at Wu Xinghe and forgot about this person. He was calculating what moves should be used to solve the evil of God.

with fist?

The fist might not work, after all, the gods are at the level of a half-step **** emperor. The fist can handle those **** generals and the first-level **** king, and it is still a little weaker against the half-step **** emperor.

So, with a knife, with a tiger's soul?

He calls himself the Sword Emperor Chongguang, and today let these guys see what peerless swordsmanship is?

Forget it, once the peerless swordsmanship comes out, it is meaningless to fight with these guys in the arena.

Well, just use the sword.

Yang Zheng suddenly smiled, he used to seldom use a sword.

Today, I used the swordsmanship that I haven't used for a long time to behead this goddess!

"Beauty, borrow a sword."

Yang Zheng opened his mouth and said to Dong Li.

"Sword? Do you want to use a sword?"

Dong Limei was stunned for a moment, but still handed the sword in his hand to Yang Zheng.

The King of Swords is heavy, should I use a sword?

On the side, Meng marriage was stunned when she saw this scene. She knew that there was a demon in Yang Zheng's body, but she didn't understand more details. Isn't this guy claiming to be the King of Swords, why should he use a sword?

Could it be that the King of Swords is just a title, this guy is actually a swordsman?

"sword?"

"This guy, with a sword?"

"He doesn't use swordsmanship, he uses swordsmanship?"

Those who watched the battle were also stunned, especially Zhong Tianluo, Bei Xuanyue, Li Tian and the others who had been expecting Yang Zheng to perform his peerless swordsmanship. Zi Mingyue was also stunned for a moment, but the next moment, she smiled.

She only believed that, no matter what martial arts Yang Zheng performed at the moment, he would eventually use a knife and would perform a peerless sword technique.

"This guy, isn't he afraid?"

The little fat man opened his mouth.

Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention.

"You know swordsmanship? Good! I'll use a sword to learn your swordsmanship!"

In the sky, Wu Xinghe sneered, raised his right hand, a sword light flashed, and then the sword light turned into a huge sword light, killing Yang Zheng!

"Xinghe Sword!"

Someone exclaimed!

"Dong Limei is still there, he actually shot!"

Someone exclaimed!

In the past, Wu Xinghe once praised Donglimei's beauty, but in the eyes of outsiders, Wu Xinghe was interested in Donglimei, but now, Wu Xinghe has launched an indiscriminate attack!

"This guy......"

Fu Zimingkong frowned, he was thinking, should he take action.

Yang Zheng, after all, had a good relationship with the Buddha. As a son of the Buddha, he was obliged to help Yang Zheng, and he also wanted to pull Yang Zheng into Buddhism.

However, just in the moment of his hesitation, Yang Zheng's whole body suddenly turned into a sword light!

Sword light!

Incomparably dazzling sword light!

Sword light!

Soar to the sky!

Whoa!

The next moment, everyone saw that Wu Xinghe's Xinghe sword that killed Yang Zheng was instantly annihilated by the more dazzling sword light!

"boom!"

When Yang Zheng stood in the air, the entire wind and fire world seemed to be shaken!

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard an extremely indifferent voice!

"You, Wu Xinghe, dare to challenge this emperor!"

It's Yang Zheng's voice!

He calls himself the deity!

He no longer calls himself the Sword Emperor Chongguang!

At this moment, everyone grew their mouths, especially the little fat man Wu Dou. Yang Zheng was no longer the hippie and smiling Sword Emperor Chongguang. At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, he was a peerless swordsman!

wrong!

Not a swordsman, but a sword king, a peerless sword king! ..