Long Live Summons!

Goddamn it.

He still doesn't have the divine sword behind him, he just stretches out his left hand, five fingers diastolic.

Each finger condenses the sword, each sword focuses on its shape with divine power, the five swords are different, but the power of each sword can destroy the heavens and the earth. In the face of the ‘sandstorm', which came as a barbarian bull, while not forced to do everything, the importance was no longer as despised as it had been before.

Five swords, laser out.

Through the 'sand wind' limbs as well as the chest abdomen.

Frost Cold and others saw the mind beating wildly, sandstorm, under the five swords of the gods, fragile as thin paper, no obstruction.

There was also a ‘sandstorm wind' with five swords pierced, a great cannon grey dragon cover decorated by a man, a poor little figure betrayed by the boss and destined for the end of the cup, at this time a small universe erupted, his body flashed like the hero's bright light, the robbery was too much... only heard him shout, the sound of thunder, explosion and shock. He was supposed to let the great BOSS kill him for a second, but he persevered, even roaring at the ultimate opponent who was never able to reach him, yelling arrogantly for a death fight, and looking at him as if he still had five swords running through his body.

“God, I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not losing! ”

Immortal Little Joan ‘Sandstorm'.

Keep going.

Barbarian cows move forward like fissures, their swords shake and their blood spills all the way.

Finally, he rushed into front of the god, bathing blood in the ‘sand wind', and when he lifted his fist, he found himself without the strength to fight out.

Xixi was stunned, as if to recognise the sandstorm wind; Frost cold was full of anger, his hands held his fist tightly, his heart had a fire in his chest, but he did not express it.

He knew that he wasn't angry at this idiot for rushing into the dead 'sandstorm', but someone else.

A man who is capable of stopping but does not do it.

To think of others working for themselves.

Even with such a heart.

Minimum.

Do something, too.

Looking aside, doing nothing, watching others struggle for themselves all the time, so indifferent or even cruel, is that even human? Although that was the best option in terms of interests, it was too cold to do so. Frost cold thought of this, suddenly hit a cold, feeling that there would never be a cold body, a cold.

There is a chill coming out from the bottom of my heart, it is too cold to calm down.

“You didn't have to die. Why would you work for someone else?” The Dude in the face of the coffin, who saw the ‘sand wind’ standing all over his bath blood, was moved by it, and finally looked at the 'sand wind’ with a straight eye.

“He is unkind, and I cannot be unjust.” Yueyang played another trick in this sandstorm.

“…” Frost trembled after listening cold.

Her eyes were staring at each other.

In the dark, you're angry, you're dead, you're talking nonsense, but it's bad morale!

Fortunately, this sand wind is about to hang up, or you won't be able to hold your hand until dark day, beating this mouthful guy into a piece of meat sauce... It's not too late to react, ‘sand wind' has assembled its final strength, waved its fists, and heavily bombarded God's chest. Without defense, the gods let the sand wind punch blood in the mouth: "For the sake of what you can still say, let you punch. ”

Sandfire roared: “I'm not only going to beat you, I'm going to kill you...”

Cold smile.

In his mouth, he said ruthlessly: "Not by his own means. ”

When the sand wind waved for the second time, the god grabbed the sand wind with his left hand and threw him as far away as a sack.

Boom!

I don't know how many kilometers it took to smash two hills and a giant rock.

Finally, the entire sand wind fell deep into the ground, impacting like a meteor, and as the heavens and earth shook, a huge cloud of mushroom smoke burst into the sky.

The horrible power of the god, let Frost cold see the corner of the eye twitching continuously, left hand, one arm to easily kill the sand wind, behind away from the sword of hate, the sand wind without moving seconds. This is the power of the god, this is the power of the first man on the mountain outside the mountain! It would be unrealistic to kill a god without an extremely perfect plan, with just a few manpower... Frost cold and Xixi look at each other, all in each other's eyes and see a hint of horror.

Don't talk about them, it's just a confident dark day.

There's also a little chills.

Godzilla, it's too powerful!

In the distance of the sky, a thunderous muffled sound spread as if a giant hand had broken the pillars of Optimus Heaven, causing the earth to fall apart.

There was a Dodgy knife light, as if it was able to cut time and space, flashing from afar.

It unstoppably breaks the circle of three people: the dark day, the frost cold and the sunshine.

Break in.

Man like a knife.

A knife is like a man.

If Godhunting is a sword that opens the gods, then the one who comes today is a sword that opens the earth...

A knife rises deliberately in the sky, divides the heavens and the earth into four parts, divides the southeast and northwest, places the gods and the dark day in the east and the west, places the knife holder himself and the sunshine and frost cold in the north and south. Though silent, the knife holder standing in the south, there is a single person against the northern god in the sunshine and the northwest god frost cold. In one, against the two gods, not the gods, equally confident, equally arrogant.

Someone, the biggest supporter of the Mountain East Front, the biggest undercover of the West Front, God's most trusted brothers and allies and the most important pieces of the Black Day program.

Vengeance of the Southern gods!

Holder of the artifact knife 'Drinking Snow’.

“Goddess, shine and frost cold, leave it to me!” Heavenly revenge refers to a bounce of snow, and the sword buzzes like a thousand armies howling, killing intent.

“Are you hurt?” When God acutely discovered this brother, he hid a dark wound and his eyebrow was a wrinkle.

“Humph, little dark wounds, I may not be able to move in the dark, but Xixi and Frost Cold are still able to wipe out.” Heavenly enemies stood arrogantly, with knives in their hands, and exuded a pride to ask who the world was a hero. This all-encompassing Southern God is definitely not a little dark wound that can be defeated. He is always a war born, war dying Horseman. With only one knife in his hand, there is absolutely no chance of succumbing and discouragement. No matter what, there is no chance of overthrowing his hips as sharp as a blade.

“It's a feat!” Cold and scolding.

This Eastern God has never been a person who understands to care for others, and being able to do so is already his limit.

Likewise, as an angel of the Southern God, he is not a very good and long communicator, and he has no mercy for the extremely rare care of the gods: “Rest assured, I will kill the sunshine and frost faster than you do the day. If you continue to obsess, don't blame me for my vengeance! ”

The last two words of Heavenly Vengeance are directed at Xixi and Frost Cold.

At this time a divine light of fire.

Rapid fire.

Still turning blushing, Haha laughed: “What a tough Southern god. He's dying, but he can't stand it. He's full of arrogant words. Haha. Is this the kind of bragging king in the mountains? As soon as I reach out, the dark wound of your hard support will erupt, you will not be able to fall down, and I dare to pretend here, I really admire you! ”

“Become like my brother, dare to harm me, thief, how rampant and cunning you are. Today, my vengeance must kill you for this scourge!” At first sight, Heavenly Vengeance could easily pretend to be a blush, his eyes were red, and his anger raged.

The knife is as snow.

Once slashed, the heavens and the earth split apart.

But in front of Ji Sunshine, we will cut Ji Sunshine in half.

Still blushing, Ji Ji gently punched her finger.

This ringing finger is mild, but for the gods and enemies who have been victimized before, it is undoubtedly a sunny thunderbolt... strong as a god, it also shakes a body, the mouth of the original blood made by the sand wind, it spills out again, sliding down the corner of the lip, dripping over the green shirt, wet. Compared to the god, the body of the heavenly enemies is even more overburdened, the chest almost smashed, the mouth and nose were sprayed with blood, the knife of the heavens and the earth was broken, the snow-drinking knife could not even support the master's body, the heavenly enemies carried several times, trying to settle the knee, but not the white eyes, but it was extremely difficult to concentrate and restore the original wisdom.

The gods are coming over.

Press one hand on the Heavenly Vest, concentrate on God, stabilize the wounds of Heavenly Vengeance.

Helping him to sustain himself steadily, he prevented this sword man, who had never knelt on the battlefield and had never fallen on the battlefield, from humiliating himself in front of the enemies who had attacked him badly.

“Everything, there's me.” God's other right hand, gently wipe the blood stain off his lips, eyebrows flying like swords, arrogant: “With four people in their district, don't leave me to kill God! With only one sword in my hand, there is no mountain outside the mountain that can stop me from killing gods, including your dark day!” Naturally, the last word of the gods was spoken to the black day. Now the black day face is colorful and the plan is smooth. As long as no ancient god comes and destroys the big picture, then this war, which has been planned since 10,000 years ago, will be won by itself!

“Give me a pole of incense time, godforsaken, I just need a breath!” Vengeance brings the knife into the sheath, healing herself with divine power in madness.

“Go, kill the gods, and siege the gods! ”

Dark day shouted.

Frost cold and sunshine, move out immediately.

As if it had been destined to strike a slap for thousands of years, striking directly at the vest of Heavenly Vengeance.

As long as the Lord of the Northern God waves his hand in the open air, he will never fail. No one can escape the attack guided by his magical mirror and gifted realm. No one, even the Lord of the Eastern God, who is the first man on the mountain outside the mountain, is no exception!

Frost chains such as hundreds of snow pythons are frightened out of holes, dancing wildly, jerking through the void and interweaving a densely ventilated web of riverblockers.

Gods and heavenly enemies are like fish.

It's all over the net.

The most horrible attack was not the guiding bullet of Ji Sunshine, which caused the outbreak of the wounds of the gods and their enemies, but the black day... well deserved to be the super strong presence of the first male on the mountain outside the mountain, the black day, the heavens and the earth immediately darkened, the pitch black, reaching out without five fingers. Everything is devoured by the divine power and will of the day, and nothing can be undone.

In the darkness, a sword lit up.

Like the dawn of dawn, even if the pitch-black sky is no longer gray, it will not wipe out that dawn of light!

This is the sword of the gods.

As the first man in the mountains outside the mountains, the Lord of the Eastern God, under the siege of the three gods and the Lord of the Temple of the Central Temple, which is not superficially hierarchical but not at all powerful, he finally drew his sword.

Away from hatred, at hand.

Whenever this ancient divine sword comes out, there is a life that is near and separated from the world.

“Give me...” The god waved his sword. One sentence broke for me and I hadn't shouted out yet. Suddenly, I was stunned to see that a knife deliberately broke through the void, ripped all over the heavens and the earth, and wore his chest. This knife is hundreds of times more powerful than the one that just killed Ji Sunshine. God has never seen such a knife. Though he has known God for a long time, he never knew that his brother could wield such a powerful knife. If this knife is not slashed to him, but to the enemy in the dark, God will surprise you a hundred times and truly rejoice in your brothers breaking through their original boundaries. But now, in addition to being stunned, he is stunned...

“Snow drinks in Nagawa.” At this time, there is no sign of injury at all. On the contrary, he has gained at least a hundred times more strength in Ji Sunday's bullet finger. An outbreak of sneak attack is so powerful that he cannot even imagine himself.

Knife tip, overcoated.

Dark daylight eyes, shiny hands, frosty chains.

At the same time, the deity was‘ stagnant ’under the eyes of the daylight sudden appearance, and the sword of hatred was waved, wrapped around the frosty web of ice chains. Despite the countless cuts, the speed was also greatly reduced, and it was slower and slower. Finally, the sword was like a snail crawling. Without hating the ancient sword, although nothing can resist it, Frost Cold temporarily slows it down with divine power, it is still possible to reach it... the palm of the ceiling is like a light smoke, floating, heavy as a mountain, thunderous bombardment in the divine vest.

No need for this clap.

The snow-drinking knife of Heavenly Vengeance can also consistently pass the Goddess.

Previously, the southeastern god Lord Akashi was equally defeated in this move, except that at that time, Heavenly Vengeance did not erupt with all its strength, and did not gain the special support of Ji Sunny, far less powerful, completely less powerful than today's attack to kill the god by one-tenth!

Shh!

Behind the gods.

A sharp, unmatched knife slashed through the sky and split the earth 10,000 meters.

With the power of a single knife attack, the earth will be torn apart into a giant pit where a mammoth cannot jump, 50 meters wide, 100 meters deep, and as long as 10,000 meters long... What will happen to the gods who have all endured the snow-drinking knife attack?

After the dark day and the god of slander looked at each other, his eyes hurt slightly, closed his eyes, and forcefully endured the soreness of the god after the encounter.

He closed his eyes.

The darkness of the heavens and the earth restored the light.

Xixi shook the divine guardian divine power, and all the python chains broke away from hating the sword, while also drawing a deep visible bone wound on the frosty arm. Ji Sunday threw a strange spherical warcraft, let the divine sword kill, instantly and safely disengage himself, strangely escaped from the sword of the divine sword 30,000 meters away, so that he thought that the same sword and foot could hurt his body frost cold, also shocked, greatly confused.

There is only vengeance, and it stays where it is.

Don't move with knives in your hands.

Him.

I don't want to move.

Only by drinking the tip of the Snow Knife and clamping the two finger pliers in the food on the left hand of the Goddess, he could not draw the knife to leave, and was forced to stay.

There was no expression on the face of the god, as if vengeance killing was a matter of scripture and earth, and as if it was natural for him to hold the sword of vengeance with his fingers, there was no special reaction... he looked quietly at the vengeance in front of him.

Corner of lip, let Xixi slap the wounded blood, third degree, drop by drop, drip on his blue shirt.

They saw the scene during the night and couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

This guy, the first man out of the mountain, is he tough to this point?

With just two fingers, you can hold Heavenly Vengeance to drink the full blow of the Snow Knife? Besides, this is a sneak attack after Ji Sunday's special maneuver of a hundred times more!

No way!

This is impossible!

“Do you think I'd be stupid enough to let someone sneak up on me twice?” The god very lightly loosened his fingers, ignored the shocking vengeance in front of him, a sword across his chest, a long sword twitching, a blue shirt stained with blood, and stood proud. At this moment, it made people feel like nothing in the world!

* * * * * * * * * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)