Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The Xuan middle-aged and witch horses clamped under the left and right sides of the desert and retreated indecisively.

“Boom!”

The middle-aged man relied on the golden light of his watch when his head struck Cheng Wei.

“Knock, knock...”

Chengwei stepped back seven or eight steps, stepped on each foot, and a giant pit appeared on the ground, shaking the Vancouver Wilderness.

His figure was just strong and the Witchhorse Desert followed.

Fortunately, Chengwei has two hands, one holding the bamboo sword and swinging.

A green sword from the bottom stands in front of the Witch Horse Desert.

The Desert of the Witch is somewhat taboo about the green sword, which is probably the only way to penetrate the desert and he can only avoid it.

But he had just pushed back into the Witchhorse Desert, and the middle-aged man pushed forward again, and the two of them took turns, with little help.

He didn't even have time to pay attention to the war on Rosen's side.

The Soul Attack was used to disturb Louis' soul, which raised a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Unfortunately, the strength of the other wild gods was too poor to break Loughey's wilderness, and the slightest hope that had just risen collapsed.

Until Lougi kills the wild gods and the three of them clamp down on one of their own, he will truly die today.

To think of it, the clear heart also rises a little sorrow.

Dead in this Vancouver wilderness is so unhappy, if he can get a few more blood bones, he is even qualified to strike the first of his younger life!

In despair, even the fighting spirit gradually dissipated...

Seeing the middle-aged man hit himself again, he even had the urge to give up his resistance.

At this moment, a true Yuan pronunciation reappeared into his ear, "Cheung Wei! I'm here to disturb the minds of these two. You kill them! ”

“What!”

The clear eyes flashed and the eyes drifted away, and saw the rose sign hundreds of feet away.

Rozen still does not inspire the power of the wild god, like a small mosquito fly flying in the air, is so invisible, but in the clear eyes has become a life-saving straw!

“Huh!”

Cheung Wei's hand grabbed the bamboo sword suddenly, facing the thunder of the middle-aged man, he leaned back and blocked one arm against his chest.

“Bang!”

The middle-aged man punched him in the arm.

“Knock! ”

The arm suddenly bent 90 degrees and was broken by a punch from the middle-aged man.

The biggest advantage of the desert is that it grows three heads and six arms, and the flesh is much tougher than the usual wild god, and the flesh can heal quickly after injury.

In contrast, the Xuan desert has an almost perverse defense.

At the expense of the clarity of one of his arms, he flipped one by one, and the bamboo sword in his hand crossed thousands of feet, bypassing a huge arc.

His sword went straight to the Witch Desert.

“Are you going to die? Unfortunately, your life isn't worth it anymore, you can't trade anyone for it," the middle-aged laughed.

The sword of Chengwei is slashed into the desert of the witch horse. The middle-aged man is perfectly capable of killing Chengwei before he slashes the desert of the witch horse!

The witch horse's indifferent face also showed a slight sneer. This clear and true renunciation, such an awkward sword would never have struck him...

But at this point, the middle-aged and the witch desert suddenly felt a flash of light flashing in the corner of their eyes.

When they stared at each other, they saw a sign as small as a mosquito fly.

Both of them were stunned. Neither the middle-aged nor the witch desert thought that Rosen was still alive?

After Lou Ji's hand, they were too lazy to take another look. As Xuan people, Lou Ji's four wild gods in the settlement area were too simple.

The moment they saw Rosen, they weren't surprised that Rouge was dead, but rather surprised that Rosen could escape from Rouge.

But this thought just flashed out of my mind, and I saw that Luo Zheng would bear the sword slightly.

“Buzz!”

Double colored swordlight flashed past.

“Boom! ”

The middle-aged and the witch horse felt a big hammer hit their brains.

Especially in the Witchhorse Desert, the condition reflexes typically hold their heads and make a roar.

“Click...”

Chengwei's sword has long been cut into the Witchhorse Desert. If it wasn't for their soul attack, the middle-aged man could easily cut off the sword, and the Witchhorse Desert could easily avoid it.

But because of the soul attack, things change dramatically!

The bamboo sword was cut over the golden light of the witch's desert watch, and the golden light broke apart.

The first sword broke Golden Light, and the second sword of Chengwei followed.

This sword went straight to the chest of the Witchhorse Desert. “Pfft”, the bamboo sword just stabbed in half, the clear body pressed down, the long sword picked on, and directly split the head of the Witchhorse Desert in half!

After solving the witch's desert, Cheng Wei waved the bamboo sword and stabbed the middle-aged man again.

But while the middle-aged man was attacked by Rosen's soul, his conscious recovery was extremely fast, but half the breathing time, his eyes were already bright.

The middle-aged man saw the witch horse's desert slaughtered and looked terrified.

Few wild gods in the world can employ soul attacks, except, of course, the truly powerful within the nations, who were not born in the world at all!

The boy is a wild god of the beginning. The power of the wild god in his body is not so intense, how can such a powerful soul attack erupt?

The middle-aged man, though frightened and frightened, also spins his mind extremely fast.

Just fix it, Cheng Wei is still not his opponent!

He just stepped to the right and his gigantic body rolled over in the air, marching straight towards him.

“Careful! ”

Cheng Wei also cautioned when he saw the scene.

Luo Zheng floated at high altitude and watched the middle-aged man roll over a thousand tall bodies. It was like a giant mountain rolled over.

But he didn't have a slight panic on his face, and he had a smile on his face since the shadow-bearing sword lit staggered.

“Buzz!”

Middle-aged people are again subjected to soul attacks.

His rolling body suddenly lost its balance and hit the ground heavily.

In the face of such an opportunity, how can the clarity of a hundred wars be spared?

He flew up and grabbed his bamboo sword with his hands backwards. On the middle-aged man's consciousness had never recovered. The bamboo sword in his hand had gone from top to bottom, through...

“Pfft! ”

The bamboo sword directly nailed the middle-aged man's head to the ground.

The middle-aged person's physical condition reflected a general struggle and lost motion when it spinned.

He grabbed his bamboo sword and looked a little nervous.

After the death of this middle-aged man, the power of the wild gods in his body began to diverge, and his mountainous body began to shrink rapidly.

At this time, Cheng Wei pulled out the bamboo sword. His face was full of joy after his escape from death. His eyes looked to the sign not far away.