Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

“Exactly under. ”

Xuan Qingfeng's long gun trembled slightly, facing the poetry and emptiness dance and answered.

At this stage, the "momentum” in the woods has fallen to the ice point under the pressure of mojo.

But neither the elders nor many goddesses have a very good way to deal with it. After all, the Holy Nation has an absolute advantage at this stage, and there is hardly any way to break it in the face of Mahogany's mastery!

The final battle with the Holy Nation will begin as soon as Heavenly Majesty strikes, but in the face of the deeply unpredictable Holy Nation, there is little certainty on the part of the Heavenly Nation!

After a long time of discussion, they could only send in the morning wind to take a risk.

Xuan Chen Feng repaired the Divine Path of Truth. Now he understands that if he can strike, he can remove the mogul, enough to buy another precious time for Huan Yu.

Originally leaving the mojo of this hill, he stopped at this moment and looked back. A cold smile appeared on his face. “Hey, a bunch of cunning old guys are going to start testing me...”

Xuanxuan morning wind perceived the gaze of the mojo, originally inclined towards the gun tip below, but slightly swung, “Hula” slightly in the air, flashing an eye-catching gun flower, but pointing to the mojo.

This is a very casual provocation, but it is this long gun under one finger, and Moshoton feels a hidden pain coming from his right chest!

The right chest is a big door to the flesh of the flesh. When the father refined this body for him, a slight negligence appeared, which made his body blossom, and he was not expecting this morning wind to see through it!

“Interesting," Mo whispered, squinting his eyes. There was also a hint of vigilance in his heart. It seemed that no one else in these lanes could be worse than Luo Zheng. He had looked down on the lanes in the woods before.

However, Mo Hao did not choose to intervene. Since the wind of the morning is challenging the poetry sky dance, he can also observe.

The clamour in this Iron Moon City suddenly grew louder. During this time, the saint fighters dominated the absolute upper hand. The challenges to the saint fighters, be they human or demonic, were many or few defeats.

And those who challenge Mahogany will fail in a round of tragic defeat, not much different from those who die.

In this case, it is also normal for them to rely on the wind in the morning!

“It was a surprise to finally come to a Taoist,” the poetry dance gave off an attractive smile, his hips were straight, and he floated slowly in the air.

Xuan Chen Feng's face didn't fluctuate at all, "Cut the crap, let's do it, I'm in a hurry! ”

The poetry and sky dance didn't care about the attitude of the morning breeze. The power smiled slightly, “Didn't you already start? ”

“Huh!”

As soon as her voice fell, a black bead burst into the face of the wind!

Xuanxian morning wind frowned slightly, he reacted extremely quickly, facing the sneak attack of poetry and sky dance, he leaned back and fell directly towards the bottom.

And at the moment of the fall, that "black flaming bead” instantly exploded, the power is natural, but the morning wind has escaped one step ahead of the other.

After the wind fell, Xuanxuan suddenly stopped. The long gun gently turned in his hand and swung towards the poetry sky again!

“This is the level…”

Look at the sunny morning wind under one side, just constantly avoiding, do not dare to harden at all, the power of the sunny morning wind in the heart of the poetry and dance has a rough estimate, and I think the way in the atlas is just so!

“Pfft...”

The poetry dance waved down, a grain of black flame bead was like a yellow bean, she threw it out...

This “black flaming pearl” is not as precious as the "sacrificial pearl”, but it is not an ordinary treasure, let alone an ordinary martial artist, even a common Holy Communist great realm master, can never be as wasted as her. In the eyes of the Holy Communist martial artist, this poem is a battle with wealth to smash others!

This time, Xuanxuan morning wind did not choose to evade, not to mention that so many black beads fell, Xuanxuan morning wind could not pass through, besides the great move to avoid, I'm afraid it can only be forcibly broken!

Xuanxuan Morning Wind came to save the "momentum” in the atlas, and of course he refused to make a great move to escape.

Looking at the "black flame beads” that had fallen so fast, he had a complex line in his eyes, and the whole world had changed in his pupils.

Nowadays, Xuan Dawn wind repair has greatly improved, and the momentum has risen dramatically!

“Sculpture trick! ”

He didn't have to flash. He pulled the gun up, and the longgun kept coming out over the sky. In this breath, he dotted countless guns, and each shot was pinched with incredible precision, all in the middle of those black beads.

However, most gunmen can do this when they step into the divine sea, but the results will vary greatly.

These blackflame beads are a special way for the mighty saints to seal that black flame in, and even if it is broken, those blackflames will erupt.

However, under the burst of the storm, all the black flame beads were split apart. However, the blackflame could not erupt. That is because the blackflame wind could see through the cracks on these black beads and stab them with a broken gun, directly destroying the whole black flame bead!

“Well, I told you this morning breeze was the first and most powerful! ”

“See how that saintly woman copes! ”

“Xuan Chen Feng, kill that saintly woman! ”

In the eyes of many people, the wind in the morning seems to have won at this moment, and because of the wind in the morning, the atmosphere in Iron Moon City has become more vibrant.

“The Divine Path of Truth is amazing...” The poetry dance exclaimed. Gently beneath her feet, she retreated toward her back. She must avoid the rays of the morning wind and then slowly attack...

However, Xuanxuan Morning Wind did not intend to give Poetry Sky Dance a chance. When he smashed those black beads, he lifted his feet to the sky!

“Boom!”

A blast came from the foot of the wind in the morning, and the speed of his burst suddenly multiplied. The castration was even more astonishing. Almost no one saw how he moved, and he appeared strangely in front of the poetry dance.

The cold morning wind had no mercy. In his eyes, the sacred beauty in front of him had been turned into thin lines and dots, and she was just a rule in his eyes!

“Die! ”

The tip of the gun snapped and burst into the arm dancing towards the poem!

This scene is a little confusing for the martial artists. Why don't you shoot this holy woman in the head? Is this one of the hands that wants to get rid of this holy woman? By this time, Xuan Xiaofeng will have pity on a foreign woman? This is incomprehensible...

Yet the poetry dance is now a discoloration!

By ordinary means, even destroying this arm of the poetry dance would not harm her life.

But Xuanxuan Morning Wind understands the Divine Path of Truth. The door he understands cannot go wrong. Even Xuanxuan Morning Wind himself feels strange. Why is this woman's life gate above her right arm, but he will not have any doubts about what he sees, so there is no hesitation in stabbing this gun out!

“Boo!”

The holes slipped through the right arm of the poetry dance, a bloodbath wrapped in a dark bead!

This pitch-black bead is the life of a poetry dancer!

She previously had seven Death Beads, which could have replaced her with a fatal injury. On her return to the Atlantic Ocean, she broke four Death Beads in one stroke. The poetry was clever enough to hide the remaining three Death Beads all over her body.

It's just that Xuanxuan Morning Wind sees through the doors of poetry and emptiness dance in the true Divine Way, but at the same time finds that there are several doors to her life. Under this gun, a life of poetry and emptiness dance has been eliminated!

“It turns out," Xuan Chen Feng, while not knowing the origin of this life-saving bead, also understood that he wanted to kill this woman, afraid to break down several other life-saving doors!

“Huh!”

There was hardly any pause, and he stabbed him in the back with a bullet, which was dotted in the leg of a poetry dance.

“Pfft!”

As a bloodbath erupted, another bead was broken by the morning wind!

These beads are the backing of the poetry dance, enough to ensure her immortality. At this moment, two pieces were broken continuously by the morning wind. Her heart was already terrified, and her heart was suddenly born with desperate thoughts.

Beneath her teeth, she flipped in the air with her hands flashing and two swordprints floating along her arms.

This Poetry Sky Dance talent is second only to Mojo in the Great Polar Wood, however, it is not focused on cultivating itself. Under the enemy, it depends on Fabao. It is only because of her extremely high position in the Holy Nation, and countless powerful Fabao in her hands. Those two swordprints are her strongest killing moves!

The wind felt the powerful momentum in the sword print, but he still had no intention of retreating!

“So-so...”

Numerous monochromatic swords escaped along the perimeter of the poetry dance, forming a storm that surrounded the wind in the morning.

At this moment, the bright light in the eyes of the morning wind instantly intensified, as if two sparkling stars, he was fully engaged, and the gun of the law also went to the extreme...

“Broken!”

Xuan Xiangfeng ignores the wind, he must kill the poetry dance first!

However, at this moment, a voice filled with magic suddenly sounded...

“Enough! ”

Drink this loud sound, whether it's a poetry dance or a morning breeze, and suddenly you feel excited!

As for the low-ranking fighters in the Iron Moon City, very close to here, the conditions were almost like reflexes, his legs trembled and he knelt all over the ground...