Against the Gods

“Hmm?” Nine Sundays glanced: “At last, it's the ancestral temple, but there's a good defensive barrier. ”

“No… not a junction!” The voice of the Lord of the Arid Dragon was unprecedented in its firmness and arrogance, clearly carrying a profound marvel.

“?” Nine weeks of majesty on the side.

Below, all the people of the Yun Clan were also stunned, especially Yunting and others. They looked at the direction of the ancestral temple and were astonished.

In the eyes of the crowd, Yun Cher did not move under his feet, held Yun Shang with one arm, his right hand slowly lifted, and grabbed him backwards.

Wum!

The palm of the palm of the hand, the space suddenly spreads a rapidly spreading vortex, straight-rolled huge dragon claws blocked from the sky... instantly, a thousand dragon claws suddenly deformed, and each dragon toe was twisted into an incredibly appalling shape.

“Ugh!” Dragon eyes of the wild heavenly dragon Lord shrunk, but he responded extremely quickly, shouting, and the magic thunder was reproduced on the dragon claw... but the dark thunder flashed for a moment, and the palms of the hands grabbed by the clouds tightened suddenly.

Psst!!

Five dragon toes filled with the Divine King Longwei were hung in the same moment and then raw ripped off from the dragon claw.

“Ah!! ”

The Dragon Claw Phantom collapsed in the sky, the Lord of the Arid Sky dragon cried out, his body swayed dramatically, and his right arm bled to the ground!

Thousands of dragon claws are mere illusions of power, but they are ultimately connected to his life.

He grabbed his right arm and his face was horrified. There was no more laughter on his face. His eyes were tight and he stared directly at Yun Jiao.

“Ah…” the cloudy throat overflowed with a dull whisper, he looked in the direction of the ancestral temple, the whole person was like petrified there, the thunder gun in his hand “when” dropped to the ground.

Yun Xiang's body was also set there, his eyes were straight, like a wooden chicken.

“Who are you?” Lord Arid Heavenly Dragon asked silently that his right arm was still in great pain.

What shocked him most was that the power that had just hung his dragon claw was the aura of the Divine Kingdom!

“He is not of the Heavenly Cloud Nation.” Jiuzhou Tianzhengdao. The people of the Tianjin Yun clan have a unique thunder and electricity, and Yun Crystal has no body.

Moreover, if the Tianjinyun people really had such a character, the wilderness would have been well known.

“Roll." Cloud still backed them, spewing a word coldly.

The inner wounds of Yunshan were too severe, and the veins were broken and broken. Even with the miracle of life, it would take a considerable amount of time to recover, and he did not want to be disturbed.

In this wilderness, several others dared to say the word "roll” to the two of them, both of whom were glaring at each other. Nine weeks ago, "This Taoist friend, you are not a member of the Tianjinyun clan. You can stay out of this, but don't do anything foolish to give your life. ”

Obviously, the scene where Yun Che broke the dragon claw caused them considerable deterrence, such as the strength of the Ninth Sunday, and he did not want to tear his face apart.

“Get out of here, stay out of this, what just happened, this dragon lord could have never happened.” The Arid Dragon Lord said, “Otherwise, you can't leave if you want! ”

Yunche gently pushed Yunshan to Qianye Yinger.

Chiba frowned, his fingers swinging, and the clouds fell to his feet very gently.

She never likes to be touched, man or woman.

“Protect her, and within three days I will help you restore the Lord of God.” Yun Che.

“Oh," Qianye Shadow smiled coldly: “This little girl has not slept with you for a long time, but the difference in treatment is really chilling. ”

The clouds turned and floated slowly, looking coldly at the Nine Weeks of Heaven and the Arid Dragon Lord.

The air and space suddenly condense at this moment, and the atmosphere changes dramatically, so that the vicious war, which did not last too long, does not cool down consciously. Both eyes were cast into the air.

Especially the Cloud clans, some of whom look at each other in disgust, some in shock, and many more in disgust and unbelievable ways.

“Looks like Daoist is insistent on fighting the Arid Dragon Master with me at the Ninth Sunday Palace? ”

It is repeatedly confirmed that the scent of life in front of us seems to be so young as to be weird for a man, and that the scent of Gendo is only the tenth level of the kingdom of God.

“Last chance,” the clouds look cold and the words are gloomy: “Get lost or die! ”

From the moment Yun Shang was seen by the Yun clan, Yun Cher's heart had been pressing a boiling Qi to the extreme. For in his eyes, all but the clouds were despicable. Whether it is whole life or total death, it is far less important than Yunshan's safety.

If the Nine Sundays Palace and the Arid Dragons depart at this time, he will surely heal the clouds without further delay.

“Oh," he said, as if he had heard a joke. The Arid Dragon Lord shook his wrist and smiled coldly: "It is amazing to break the dragon's shadow. But unfortunately... again, there is a fool who wants to die if he doesn't walk. ”

“Hidden Sword," said Jiuzhou Sunday. “Try him. ”

Suddenly, a sword flashed through the sky, a man with a dark sword sword swept up into the sky, and the inch-long sword burst into the clouds in an instant.

Yun Che had heard his name a long time ago, the master of the Tibetan Sword Palace, one of the Nine Palaces of the Ninth Sunday Palace. Because he was the master of the beginning of the North Cold, the Lord of the Heavenly Sword.

At that time, it was almost impossible for Yunche, level 5 of the Divine King's Realm, to be his opponent, even though his strength was fully unleashed.

But... Yun Cheng's growth rate is too horrible. In just six months, for the similarly layered Xuan, it is difficult to enter the country with a dot of bullet fingers. But for Yun Che, it's enough to overthrow the earth!

Faced with the dark sword of the honored Tibetan sword, Yun Cher did not move, even his eyes did not shift half to him... until the near body was like this.

“Hmm?” The Ninth Sunday Palace and the Arid Dragons were stunned... could this man be a fool?

The Hidden Sword Venerable is an eight-level god. His sword's power is horrible. Wherever it is, the space, like the cut water flow, is instantly stabbed in front of the clouds and straight into their bodies.

But instead of the sword explosion and the sound of wearing the body, the sound of… dull collapse.

The Dark Sword touched the cloudy body for a moment, and it actually collapsed... No, more precisely, it collapsed!

Because the splash is not a broken sword, but a pitch-black end.

Pāng pēng pēng pēng pēng pēng pēng pēng pēng pēng...

It's like a black current impacting on a rock full of arrogance, a hundred swords wildly crumbling, the Hidden Sword reverend rushing towards the cloudy figure was born halfway stagnant, Ben's sword-filled pupil was so big that it was almost full of the entire orbit, the sword in his hand still stabbed in the cloudy chest... but less than ten lengths left.

“You…” echoed the beloved of the Tibetan Sword, who saw the most frightening and frightening scene of his life.

The cloudy eyes slightly moved down, finally looking at him, his right hand slowly lifted up, dotted on his dark sword, his fingers lightly.

Pu!

The dark sword suddenly backfired, instantly breaking the arms of the sword honorer, blowing his chest straight... and then passing through.

In front of the clouds, like a dark sword of decaying trees, beneath his fingers, it was as if suddenly he had turned into a demonic blade of hell.

“Hmm... ah...” The sword honorer was stiff, he drooped his head slowly, his rapidly discolored pupils looked at his heart... it was a sword made of his own strength, it actually penetrated his body so easily.

How could there be such a horrible, ridiculous thing?

The sword of the sword honored by the Tibetan sword is condensed by the sword's will, but the subject of its power is still Dark Xuan Power.

With the dark seeds of evil gods in him, he has no fear of pure darkness. With the silent growth of the power of eternal darkness and the influence of latent migration acquiescence, this fear will gradually turn into restraint… until the end!

And if it is completely repaired... according to the Heavenly Robber Emperor himself, it is not as simple as finishing, but a “finished control” that scares Heavenly Path!

Although, he was still a little far away from that time. But even at the moment of practicing darkness for less than a year, his unique repression in the face of the Northern Divine Enlightenment is also evident.

These powers are overwhelmingly powerful, and the superior star kingdom is the highest in the North, and none of them can make him feel oppressed and threatened.

“Hide... Hide the sword!” Nine weeks of reverence stood completely still, shouting in his mouth, with hissing and trembling.

However, the Hidden Sword venerator did not respond. He looked stubbornly at the chest penetrated by his sword... The body was penetrated, not an incurable wound to a god, but the feeling of the body disappeared clearly. The last thing he could perceive was the five dirty six pieces of powder in the dark...

Bang

The black sword disappeared and two huge blood springs burst into the chest and back of the Hidden Sword Honor, falling into the rain of blood.

“Hidden Sword! ”

“Master... Master! ”

or trembling, or the roar of terror later sounded, the crowd of the Ninth Sunday Palace fluttered up, but the moment it touched the body of the priest of the Tibetan sword, all of them were horrified to death.

His body was deodorant and only cold.

Even in this position in the upper star realm, the fall of a god is a big thing on one side of the sensation, let alone the eighth god! Because defeating a god with the power and vitality of a powerful god can be said to be unusual, but killing a god is too difficult.

And the Hidden Sword Venerable, from his intact condition to his direct horizontal death, has only a few short breaths.

Perhaps he is the fastest, most mysterious god in the history of this world of wilderness.

“Dead... dead.” Another palace lord leaned back, trembling.

“What...?!” Nine weeks of heaven and the Lord of the Arid Dragon both lost their voices.

On the side of the Tian Yun clan, from the clan chief Yun Ting to the elders, to the ordinary Yun disciples, it was all like being hammered by a face-to-face wheel, shocked and shaken... yes, the enemy died, but they were not happy, only shocked.

“He... he... he... is really... Yunche!? ”

“How dare he... so... powerful? ”

“Hidden Sword Venerable... but a level 8 god like Lord Yun Xiang... ahhh...”

badass!

Yun Xiang just stood up on his knees and went back. He looked at the frozen surface of the sky, such as the proud cloud crystal of the reaper, his body and the five officials trembling constantly, unable to stop.

“You… you… you…” The pride and laughter of the ninth Sunday was no longer present. He even heard the fear of the three words "you”, even the weakest ones present.

As the culminating god, whether it be Nine Days or the Arid Dragon Lord, he can defeat the Lord of the Tibetan Sword Palace in a short time, but it is absolutely impossible to counteract his sword, let alone kill him so easily.

“Half a step… God… Lord!” The dragon lord of the wild heavens amplifies his eyes and shouts loudly.

Four words, such as the divine thunder, shocked the soul of all.

The Tenth God is the peak of the kingdom of God, but not the nearest kingdom to the kingdom of God. Because between the kingdom of God and the kingdom of God, there is also a special kingdom called "Half Step God", belonging to half a foot has entered the kingdom of God, only some opportunity can achieve the kingdom of the Supreme God!

A fantasy that is destined to last a lifetime without expectation, both of Nine Days and the Arid Dragon Lord.

Although it remains essentially in the realm of the Divine Monarch, it is contaminated with the word "Divine Lord”, invisibly carrying a fearful and suffocating Welling.

“So what if it's a half-step god!” Faced with the gloomy and terrifying look of Yunchuan, the dignity of the Ninth Week is also gloomy: “The two of us joined hands, how can we fear him! ”

“... Nice!” In the words of the Ninth Week, the Lord of the Arid Dragon suddenly awakened from the horror. It is not only the two communities that come here today. Even if the person in front of them is truly a half-step god, their "person behind them” is not afraid at all.

“... hands! ”

The wild dragon lord roared, his body burst with black light, and eight feet of human body turned into a dragon shadow in the black light.

Behind it, the dragons of the wild sky also have all the present body... Although the body will increase consumption, it will play the power of the peak state. Even the dragon lords appear in their own right. Obviously, they encounter great enemies. Will they hesitate?

At one time, the sky was shaded by dragons over the Tianjinyun clan, there was no light in heaven or earth, and the world of Magic Thunder was shaken by the appalling Dragon Wei, who shivered Cerser beyond the control of the Yun clan, wanting to kneel on his knees.

The dragon head of the Arid Dragon Lord slowly droops, and a pair of dragon eyes that shine black enough to swallow the dark abyss of everything: “The dragon's wrath is untouchable, but the Dragon Lord can give you one last chance. ”

The clouds slightly raised their eyes, sweeping over the sky, their eyes suddenly appeared blue and black merging soul, also blowing a blue dragon light, open painted black dragon eyes.

Darkness Dragon God's Roar, with the sound of his judgment all over the heavens.

“Here - I - Get - Down - Go!! ”