Xuanhuan: Me! Create a secret building at the beginning

“Who are you?”

Leng Qianqiu’s eyes were cold, without the slightest emotion.

“Tianyin God Emperor, Beichen Heng.”

Beichen Heng said lightly.

“Oh?”

Leng Qianqiu’s face remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: “Is that old guy in Beichenyong dead?” If the old man guessed correctly, you should be his son, just a junior, relying on the method of sanctification by luck, taking advantage of the opportunity to become a saint, and also stealing the position of the god emperor? ”

“Tianyin Imperial Dynasty, is there no one left?”

This seat came out.

Beichenheng, who originally wanted to brush a wave of existence in front of his predecessors, was completely enraged.

This is no longer a slap in the face, but the Tianyin Imperial Dynasty, and his own face, fiercely thrown to the ground, repeatedly stepped on countless times.

“Based on your words today, even if this emperor kills you here today, it is reasonable!”

Beichen Heng’s robe bulged, and the aura on his body rose again, reaching the middle stage of the saint, and a wisp of holy power oppressed the heavens and the earth, causing the void to begin to distort.

“Pretending.”

Leng Qianqiu smiled disdainfully, he glanced at Beichen Heng, did not continue to pay attention, but put his mind on the Great Desolate City, and he spoke again.

“Tianji Landlord, do you still want this seat to invite you out?”

Said.

Leng Qianqiu strode forward and walked towards the Tianji Building.

Below.

Seeing Leng Qianqiu’s actions, Li Yunxi raised his eyebrows, and such a good thing?

This Leng Qianqiu seems to be sending to death?

When he enters the Tianji Building, he wants to poke the flat and pinching circle, or does he mean to see himself?

“Seniors are also yours to disturb?”

Then.

Beichen Heng shouted angrily, his big hand reached out, and the chaotic qi in his palm was surging, as if it had turned into a small world, large and heavy, and suppressed the past towards Leng Qianqiu.

Li Yun: “…”

This moment.

He didn’t know whether Beichen Heng had eyesight or not.

“Huh?”

Hear the sound.

Leng Qianqiu turned his head and looked over, and immediately found Beichenheng who was pressing over.

“Find death!”

Leng Qianqiu’s eyes were as bright as electricity, his hair splashed, he volleyed his fist, rushed into a monstrous wave, smashed out his right fist, turned into a mountain, crushed the void, and collided with Beichen Heng.

“Boom!”

A loud sound came from the sky.

A ring-shaped aftermath visible to the naked eye spread in all directions, and where the aftermath passed, mountains collapsed, the earth collapsed, and all of them turned into powder.

“This is the border of the Tianyin Imperial Dynasty, and the old man is the enemy, and today the Tianyin Imperial Dynasty is destined to change to a god emperor!”

Leng Qianqiu was wild and unrestrained, his voice was like the roar of the heavenly court divine drum, shaking ten directions to collapse, the earth sank, and he stood on the heavenly dome like a god and demon.

The spirit spirit was as turbulent as the divine sea, flooding the entire heaven and earth.

By the method of sanctification, the magic is really magical, but the shortcomings are too great, this shortcoming is not known to everyone, but the high-level of various holy places almost all know it.

Not to mention people like Leng Qianqiu.

He was sanctified by his own strength, and from the bottom of his heart, he looked down on this kind of person who took advantage of the trick.

“Arrogant!”

Beichen Hengda drank, the imperial dragon on his body was full of qi, and the luck of all directions gathered, and the breath on his body was rising, reaching the peak of the saint!

This strength is enough to make countless people change color.

But Leng Qianqiu is still not afraid!

Because.

Beichen Heng’s time to obtain the method of borrowing sanctification was too short, he did not have his own holy soldiers, and he was not very clear about how to fight between holy realms.

With one strength, it is good to be able to play eighty percent.

Such a person does not pose any threat to him.

More importantly, the Shaking Light Saint Lord knew that the Heavenly Machine Building Lord could kill the saint, and still let him come over, that is, he knew that he had the invincible strength of the Holy Realm!

A Beichen Heng is just a little more, and he can’t stop him!

“Today’s old man let you understand how far there is between you and the true saint!”

“Oh!”

The sky whispered.

A blood electricity fell from the sky, streaked a dazzling blood light, and fell into Leng Qianqiu’s hands, ringing.

This is a top holy soldier, red as blood, coiling a dragon, swallowing a bright red spear blade, breathtaking!

“Kill!”

Leng Qianqiu drank lightly.

It turned into a stream of light and pierced the heavenly dome.

Visions appeared behind him, like a world was sitting, in the world, blood flowed like rivers, corpses were mountains, I don’t know how many people died, before it could turn into such a scene.

“Boom!”

The two collided again.

This time.

As soon as the two collided, they entered the white heat, raised their hands, shattered the heaven and earth, and burst the void, and outside the Great Desolate City, they were forced out of a desert with a radius of thousands of miles!

Time passes.

Half a day passed.

Leng Qianqiu has already gained the upper hand, his expression is extremely confident, every move is a big opening and closing, and the spear in his hand is like a pillar of Optimus.

Shattered the heavens!

On the other hand, Beichenheng was embarrassed.

The first time he fought with the saint, he suffered a great loss.

“This trick will make you die!”

Leng Qianqiu said in a deep voice.

“Boom!” With a loud bang, a blood-colored spear spread through the heavens and earth, dyeing this void with a layer of red light, and everything in heaven and earth disappeared.

Only one spear becomes the only one in eternity!

“Boom!”

The spear fell, and the space was shattered inch by inch, like a mirror, shattered into countless petals, and this kind of pressure was suffocating, and even Beichen Heng looked embarrassed.

This trick.

He knew it would be difficult for him to take it.

Even if he takes it, it is estimated that he will be seriously injured and will not be able to make a move.

Just in the nick of time.

“Oh! Boom! ”

Two sword sounds resounded through the void.

Two sword lights that amazed the world, cut through the sky, and came first, like two milky ways, sweeping from the other end of the sky.

“Boom!”

The spear shook dramatically.

Leng Qianqiu was flown thousands of miles, the spear in his hand trembled, blood flowed from the tiger’s mouth, his breath fluctuated, and he barely stabilized his body.

Looking back into the void, from between his teeth, he squeezed out four words with difficulty.

“Da Luo Sword Sect !!!”