Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Xuan's morning breeze maintains absolute confidence all the time.

This is his belief…

No kung fu martial arts he can't learn.

Without his unbeatable opponent...

Nor was there any difficulty he could not overcome.

Among his peers, there is no such thing as a blow to his existence, because he is the strongest!

No more amazing talent can match him. At his age, he has achieved the goal of being able to count with one slap on his shoulder.

Deep down, he can't even look at his back. Behind him is the Xuan clan, the first largest clan in the Atlantic...

That's the guy. What's going to hit him?

He had just interrupted his theory that Rozheng's killer was probably at his limit in two or three words, and eventually he was going to lose to Wushu.

However, the next scene is beyond the imagination of the morning breeze.

When Luo Zheng stabbed his first sword, he didn't intend to stop...

The sword in his hand is faster than a sword!

In each sword, there is an unmatched sword!

The sword was radical, as if it could penetrate the heavens and the earth and fly toward the whispers!

“Heh, heh, heh, heh...”

With dozens of swords, Luo Zheng never stopped!

“This guy... is even more monstrous than a monster," Xuan morning wind stared sophisticated at Rosen, and he was even a little confused at this moment.

This Luo Zheng didn't take the real Yuanyu...

Does he possess the treasure of storing the true dollar?

Such treasures are extremely rare in the atlas, such as the 120-digit elementary vessel on the atlas, which can store a portion of heavenly and earth energy and double the true elements stored in the world of warriors.

But even if we double the true power of this symbol, we can't do it in the middle...

The morning breeze is inconceivable, too.

It's not just that he doesn't understand...

All the martial artists who saw this scene were confused.

Luo Zheng this sword cut out, the real yuan consumed is terrible, let alone dozens of swords?

Most people have a question in their hearts, where does the true yuan of this symbol come from?

The idea of the light language was similar to that of Xuan Chen Feng, who would suppress Luo Zheng too much, eventually encountering his strongest wave of counterattack.

According to the vernacular judgment, if we survive this wave of killers, it will be time for Luo Zheng to fail.

Yet reality is brutal.

The God of the Game came at her with a sword and slaughtered her wildly, and his wave of attacks seemed to be inexorable.

Not only that, but one sword is stronger than one!

Most troublesome, she and Rosenfeld stepped on the line between life and death, and the whisper could not hide from the left or right.

It is obviously very dangerous to escape the God of the Game in a vertical direction...

Forced, she helplessly pulled out the life and death revolution!

This life-and-death rotation has lost its effect on Rosen, and if it is not withdrawn, it is she who restricts herself.

“Huh!”

A swordlight slipped past her snow-white thigh. It fell out of the chessboard and pulled a fine mark on the plate. Although the mark was small, it had already penetrated the chessboard...

“Pfft!”

Meanwhile, there was a splash of blood in her leg, which seemed startling from above her snow-white thigh.

Such minor injuries can be healed in a flash for light words.

But now she doesn't even have time, the previous sword has not disappeared, and the sword behind her is a succession of attacks!

“Ecstasy! ”

Under retreat, her pale hands gently spread, and countless eating bugs suddenly appeared beside her.

These heartworms are mutually mutilated, dark pieces, forming a giant arrow, rushing towards Ross...

This heartworm has failed several people in a row.

Naturally, Roxanne is not careless.

He prompted the sword to adhere to the sword, and then the long sword, at a speed that the naked eye could not capture, went towards the forward point!

These heartworms are not afraid of water fires and are often difficult to kill by common means.

But the sword body of the Ghost Sword of the Thunderstorm was wrapped over the sword, and a sword dotted on a heartworm in front of it.

“Boo!”

Under this sword, Luo Zheng exploded the eating bug.

“Valid!”

Luo Zheng also has some consternation of these heartworms, dense and numb, and almost indestructible!

Now that he can easily burst into these heartworms, his face is more calm. He is just slightly shaking his wrist, and the thunderwind Phantom Sword's sword tip is swallowed rapidly!

“Phew, phew...”

A heartworm was lit under Rosen's sword!

And when a lot of heartworm approached Rosenberg, he did eight songs of flying cigarettes!

These heartworm heads, though small, eventually fluctuate slightly when they fly in the air.

Rosen's flesh is like paper, always three inches away from these heartworm...

Eight songs of flying cigarettes are subtle, but they can still be broken in the body of light words, or in other ways, but these little eating bugs can't get close to Rosenberg.

It has to be said that the two techniques practiced by Luo Xuan are the magic of restraint in the light language.

Under constant dodging, the light language was also somewhat annoying, and she waved her hand suddenly, adding a wooden wand to her hand.

This stick is thin and thick in front and back, and the tail of the stick is like a bird's nest, filled with a little green leaf from which a strong force of life emanates.

It is the exclusive treasure of the King of Demonic Night Life, the 32nd highest artifact in the atlas, the wand of all beings!

“Huh!”

He was so aggressive that a little anger appeared on his lightly spoken face.

The little guy who could have easily taken her down and dragged her into such trouble was truly unexpected.

Under this helplessness, she will sacrifice the staff of creation!

The moment the wand of the creation is lifted, the face flashes with endless dignity.

As if at this moment, she was incarnate!

“Buzz...”

In that scepter of life, a pale green power of life emerged!

After these forces of life appeared, they began to fluctuate dramatically, clustered together, continuously delineating shapes on chessboards, but eventually turned into a fierce beast of different shapes!

“Ho!”

These beasts are all of the twelfth grade, almost equal to the existence of the extreme limits of the human gods.

“Feng Feng! ”

“The dragon carving! ”

“Dishama...”

Once the beasts had gathered to form, they came straight towards Luo.

But the District Wesen, where can we resist Rosen's God of Game sword? Even the sturdiest sunflower turtle is a sword...

Yet whispers do not at all expect these beasts to defeat Rosen.

All she had to do was drag Rozen to avoid being chased and killed by Rozen.

Then she laid the sceptres on her back and locked her eyes on Rosenfeld and began to brew her strongest blow.