Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The elders of the Xuan people heard the sound of the purple jade, and they were all stunned.

According to the gambling agreement, each of the two communities sent five middle children to fight.

The Fuyu defeated four people in a row, and the Xuan clan automatically ignored the last one...

After all, even the strongest Niyu defeated.

“Turns out, I neglected,” Ji Moo relieved, as long as the Yiu people would honor this promise, there is nothing else to worry about, “In that case, Xia Yun, you go back to war. ”

At this time, Xianze Yu said: “I already told you, the Puyu people are a bunch of waste, don't say five. Even if 50 together, they are still a bunch of people, I don't know what their brains think, one more is just taking its own humiliation...”

Nobody in the Xuan clan cares about Xianze.

Xia Yun's face remained unchanged, holding the black thin sword and walking out again slowly, then turned into a huge desert god, standing and waiting.

“Brother Luo, it's up to you! ”

Sumi, sitting on the floor, said that he was dealing with the large and small wounds on his body.

Ziyu, the elders from far away also looked at Luo Zheng...

They have no idea what the potential of Rosen is.

But, as Chengwei said, the previous Loren could kill the median desert god on the Vancouver Wilderness.

And now Luo Zheng has opened up the desert, and has survived the physical robbery. His strength should also be another burst forward, absolutely not to be underestimated.

Luo nodded and slowly walked towards the middle of the wasteland with the green sword in his hand.

At the same time, he gently spewed out a “long” word and began to expand rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it also turns into more than a thousand heights...

But when he turned into a wild god, he forgot the long sword in his hand. When his body surged, the sword fell out of his huge finger without paying attention...

Luo Zheng was the first to use the Wasteware, although he was told far away that the Wasteware could grow as he grew himself, forgetting to advise him to inject the power of the Wastegod at the same time.

For the wild gods, this is like eating and drinking water, never forgetting.

Xia Yun stood across from Luo Zheng for a moment before realizing what had happened.

On the Puyu side, a sudden laugh erupted.

“Come on, this kid doesn't even know how to use a deserter? ”

“What exactly did the Puyu want to do, send such a guy out...”

“Just to be funny! ”

“I reckon Xia Yun can conquer that kid with one move! ”

It is true that the appearance of such clumsiness leaves many unimaginable, and this can only happen to those who use rough weapons for the first time.

They do not know that Rosen was indeed the first to apply the Wasteware.

As for the Puyu people, their faces are a little ugly. Although many people expect Luo Zheng, they lose their chains as soon as they go on the field, which is a little embarrassing.

“I'm sorry,” Rosenfeld smiled slightly, but he looked irrelevant.

“It's okay," Xia Yun shook his head and looked at Rosen calmly. There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Then he dissipated the power of the desert god and found the missing green sword, this time his body surged again, and the sword grew as his body surged.

“That's enough. ”

Luo Xuan held a sword with one hand, his eyes staring at Xia Yun.

He didn't inspire the desert in the first place, and Xia Yun showed strong control, and Luo Zheng also wanted to explore.

Xia Yun nodded and pinched his fingers one by one over the black thin sword. He said softly: "You're ready, I'm about to start! ”

As the voice fell, Xia Yun's eyes suddenly rose with a sharp light.

“Huh!”

The black thin sword of more than 400 lengths swept out, like a snake coming out of a hole and coming straight to the door of the sign.

Xia Yun's control over her immense body is slight. Both strength and distance are refined to millimeters. The sword seems flat, but the angle is unusual!

Many wild gods face this sword, choosing to fall back in the first place!

Only by retreating can the sword be avoided most safely.

But once she retreats, she is hit by Xia Yun's plot. Her next attack will be like a flood that opens the gate, and she will keep talking until she completely traps the opponent, tearing the opponent's defense apart a little bit!

This is Xia Yun's powerful control! She knows how to read opponents, even the rhythm of a fight!

Everything will go according to her directions!

In peace of mind, Daiyun's strength is not under Xiayun, but Daiyun has a big temper. It's not surprising that she can't take advantage of herself if she meets Xiayun, and lose to Xiayun if she is targeted.

But this time Xia Yun met Luo Zheng.

“Phew…”

Rosen did not retreat.

He just slightly twisted his head to one side.

The black sword swept past his cheek less than a foot wide from his cheek!

You know, Luo Zheng and Xia Yun are huge things of over a thousand lengths.

After turning into a wild god, a foot's width, like the width of an ordinary man's hair...

Under Luo Zheng's head, so confident to avoid the sword, even if Xia Yun's mood is calm and faint, this moment is a stunner.

How is that possible?

Luck?

Xia Yun was a little unbelievable.

So close, a little careless, his own sword cut off his head, how dare he avoid the sword with his luck?

With a smile on his face, Luo Zheng seems more calm than Xiayun.

After noticing Rosen's expression, Xia Yun's eyebrows wrinkled slightly and his arms circled again.

Originally stabbed, the fine sword was deflected and slashed again towards the head of Luo Zheng.

But under this beheading, Luo Zheng suddenly shrunk his neck, the black thin sword can cut across the top of Luo Zheng's head, still about a foot from Luo Zheng, this time cutting off several hair of Luo Zheng...

“This guy... is not lucky! ”

Xia Yun was surprised.

In her younger life, Xia Yun's grasp of space was the most accurate, and in time her brother Xia Feng was slightly worse.

But even she can't be in control...

A deep sense of crisis had risen from her heart and she realized that the untold young man in front of her was unusual.

That's what she thinks. The black sword is waving faster!

However, Luo Zheng's feet did not move one step, and his figure fell back or back, or swayed left or right, avoiding the stormy attack of Xiayun.

Far away…

The elders of the Xuan clan looked at the scene, one with a gaze.

Through hundreds of wars, these elders naturally know the power of Xia Yun, and they know better how difficult it is to avoid such a situation in front of Xia Yun.