Sword God

A ray of gray breath diffused in the high altitude, rippling, like the tide of the ocean tide, hiding deep danger and crisis.

The dark and soft ground seems to have small space vortices from time to time. Although it is not enough to swallow up the arrogant princes, it will affect everyone to a certain extent.

If you accidentally fall into it, it is also a big trouble.

Chen Zong dropped his foot, and there was a violent wave of power on the sole of his foot, which immediately broke the black vortex into nothingness.

The sword breaks through the air, leaving a straight scratch, light black, as if brushed by light ink, and a warrior-level void demon in the front is directly penetrated through the body. Such injuries are insignificant, but the power of the evil sword is terrible. Immediately draw vitality.

In just a short time, the vitality of this powerful corpse-level void demon was swallowed up and turned into ashes, leaving only the core of the heart.

The Sword of Silence also knows that Chen Zong needs this nucleus, or even the nucleus will be swallowed up by him, and nothing will be left behind.

Put away the core, Chen Zong looked a little.

There are fifty-eight Void Demon Heart Cores in the corps class, and there is only one Void Demon Heart Core in the elite level, which is equivalent to 68,000 Xuanyuan Merit.

"It's not enough." Chen Zong secretly said.

If you want to enter Xuanyuan Holy Pagoda again, at least hundreds of thousands of merits must be exchanged, otherwise the effect will be poor.

Of course, for Chen Zong, the more merits, the better.

But I don’t know how many void demons have smuggled into the small void.

The peerless arrogants who stepped into the small void realm came from Xuanyuan Palace, Black Palace and Wuchen Hall, a total of 200 people.

Strictly speaking, the Little Void Realm is actually not very large. Most of the two hundred peerless arrogances travel alone, scattered and inevitably meet.

"The disciple of Xuanyuan Palace." The disciples of Heijue Palace saw Chen Zong from afar, and the glance of his eyes flashed, and a smile of evil intentions hung in the corner of his mouth. To the end, the arrogant breath locked Chen Zong.

Chen Zong stared at each other, his expression cold, and his keen instinct made Chen Zong feel that the other party seemed to have a bad intention.

"My name is Fei Yong, I borrow something from you." The disciples of the Black Palace appeared in front of Chen Zong, staring at them, and said very directly: "By using your Void Demon Core to use it, I owe you a favor."

"You give me your heart, and I will repay you in the future." Chen Zong said in a nonchalant manner.

Fei Yong was suddenly dumbfounded. Chen Zong's answer was somewhat unexpected, but he reacted quickly, with a sneer on his face: "It looks like, you refused, very good."

At the same time as the voice fell, the wave of tyrannical breath suddenly emerged, and the wave opened away, and there was a trace of fiery heat indistinctly, as if to burn all the heat.

It was a half-step breath of fire, but Chen Zong didn't know what kind of fire.

"Relax, for the sake of the same human race Tianjiao, I will not kill you, but some lessons are inevitable, let you recognize the reality." Fei Yong sneered.

The words fell, Fei Yong stepped out one step, there was a fire spatter under his feet, the speed increased sharply, the flames were scorching, and the shocking volatility of the fire approached Chen Zong and hit with a punch.

The punching force is red, like a volcanic force erupting in an instant, shaking in all directions, the space ripples are like water waves, and the layers are spreading out, lifelike.

One punch, as if the meteorite was sinking, unmatched, terrifyingly fierce, as if to ignite Chen Zong and burn it to ashes, the terror and coercion contained in that punch were as powerful and domineering as mountains.

This punch made Chen Zong feel threatened.

The gilt Shenyue sword came out of the sheath, and a sword broke through the air to kill it.

Together with Leiguang, it was as if Thunder smashed the sky, killing it. This is a sword without a name. With ten and a half steps, under Thunder, the power is amazing.

The sword and the fist collided in an instant, and they were shocked one after another. The terrifying power of the extreme wave fluctuated and shattered like smoke.

Chen Zong did not retreat in a single step, and he showed a change in his skills.

In an instant, the five figures staggered past each other, holding the sword and cutting it through.

Fei Yong's expression was solemn, and his eyes seemed to be filled with fire and burning.

The double fists seemed to be ignited, burning a fiery flame, blending with the half-step fire, and becoming more violent and violent.

"Flame... Demon!" The sound of low drinking sounded as if the stress was fluctuating, like magma rushing, the momentum was astonishing, and the fists burst out with incomparable strength in a flash, and suddenly burst out.

One punch!

Ten punches!

One hundred fists!

Thousand fists!

In a flash, Thousand Fists came out with fierce and fierce terror, and the madness was extremely violent and boundless, and he hurled towards Chen Zong without hesitation, directly submerging Chen Zong's body.

The power of a thousand fiery punches is amazing. Every punch seems to be able to break the mountain like rock. Under a thousand punches, it oscillates in all directions, and the space of the small void space fluctuates endlessly, showing a ray of tiny scratches.

Chen Zong felt that he faced countless fierce and overbearing punches, and seemed to be crushed.

Standing across the sword, a sword was killed.

Endless blood!

This move, integrated into the half-step sword spirit, diffused the blood light into the turbulent waves of the tide, overflowing, sweeping all directions.

Thousands of punches from the fiery fiery fist suddenly burst into the sea of ​​blood, bursting out countless strengths.

Extreme heart sword style!

The golden sword lights condensed into a beam, pierced through the sea of ​​blood, and assassinated.

Fei Yong's expression suddenly changed and his pupils shrank like needles.

Too fast!

That sword was too fast. The golden light passed through the void, leaving a touch of black scratches, which fell in Fei Yong's eyes, shocking.

Block!

Be sure to block it!

The idea is so concentrated that it can't be avoided, then resist, and it must be blocked.

All the power burst out, and a red-red round shield appeared in the hand at the same time, and the power poured into it to protect itself.

The indescribable sound swayed away. The golden sword light's degree of cohesion was astonishing. A circle of golden and red ripples continued to fluctuate from the point of the sword and the shield, impacting in all directions.

Click!

At the next breath, a piercing sound sounded, centered on the tip of the sword, and a crack appeared on the shield.

Fei Yong was shocked for no reason. This shield was extremely hard. He had defended himself against many attacks. Now, he was broken.

But he responded quickly, seized the opportunity immediately, and backed off again and again, and every step of the falling fire spattered away, the speed surged, and it turned into a fierce rapid escape.

"You can't escape." Chen Zong whispered, Thunder Light's Perfect Dust Law, incarnation of a Thunder Light, and Pure Dust pursued.

Under ten and a half steps of thunder, Thunder's dust-proof speed is faster.

Fei Yong is fast, but Chen Zong is faster.

"Don't force me, Xiang An is okay." Fei Yong saw the other party approaching quickly, and immediately uttered something, with some anger.

I originally thought that I could plunder some Nether Demon Cores, but I didn't expect to encounter the hard idea of ​​sticking hands.

"Leave the core, and spare you not to die." Chen Zong's response was simple and direct, and his tone was decisive and forceful.

I often do not take the initiative to rob others, but if someone wants to rob myself without opening my eyes, I must pay the corresponding price.

You can not die, but you have to pay some price.

At the same time as the voice fell, Chen Zong was extremely fast, directly over the other side to intercept it, without stopping, killing with a sword.

Fei Yong was so furious that he could only attack.

But Chen Zong was undoubtedly stronger, and after a few moves, Fei Yong was suppressed again.

"Don't force me, otherwise, we will all die." Fei Yong roared.

"You can try it." Chen Zong's expression was cold and his eyes were fierce, as if he could see Fei Yong's inner heart.

perish together!

Fei Yong didn't dare, but he was just bluffing.

His expression changed, and he stared at Chen Zong in a suspicious manner, as if to see through Chen Zong's truth and reality, but in comparison, Fei Yong's mentality was not as good as that of Chen Zong at all.

I just felt that the other person's eyes were extremely sharp, and it seemed that the swordsman's eyes were general, wanting to pierce his own mind.

Ten and a half steps of swordsmanship permeate, that is the perfect half-step swordmanship, which is stronger and stronger than Feiyong's half-step firemanship, which brings great deterrence.

"I will give you ten miscellaneous cores." Fei Yong began to talk about the conditions.

"Fifty." Chen Zong opened the lion directly.

As soon as he heard fifty, Fei Yong's face changed greatly, and he shouted hysterically: "I don't have fifty cores at all, at most twenty, otherwise, we will die."

Chen Zong stared at Fei Yong, and Fei Yong was angry.

"Good." Chen Zong replied.

Soon, twenty miscellaneous soldier-level cores were obtained, which equaled 20,000 Xuanyuan merits.

Chen Zong can see that if he persecutes again, the other party is only afraid that he will show what his last killer will be, and a dead net will be broken. That is not what Chen Zong wants.

Moreover, it can be seen that when the other party took out 20 cores, his cheeks twitched slightly, which was obviously very painful, indicating that these 20 cores were definitely a large part.

Twenty cores is an unexpected gain. Chen Zong is certainly very happy.

Fei Yong stared fiercely at Chen Zong, quickly backed away and found that Chen Zong did not pursue him, and he was relieved.

"Damn, I will never let you go." Feiyong hated it, but he didn't think that he would first seek Chen Zong's intention to rob, but instead of Chen Zong's opponent, he was robbed by Chen Zong.

The root lies in yourself, not others, but some people just cannot see this clearly and blame all errors on others.

Fei Yong in anger lowered his vigilance around him.

Suddenly, a strange and extreme black light blasted out of the void, and silently, the black light shot through the sky, and a faint wisp figure on the black light was vaguely visible, instantly hitting Fei from the side Brave head.

But Fei Yong didn't die, but had a figure, a constantly struggling look on his face, and after ten breaths, he became calm, and became blank, his eyes were gray and his eyes were dead, as if there was no half life.

Immediately, after the eyeballs turned very stiffly, they gradually became flexible. Then, the corners of the mouth were pulled and pulled, and the cheeks with wooden expressions were twitching constantly. They looked very strange and made people feel creepy.

After about a few dozen breaths, that expression became more and more natural, and finally, it looked normal.

"This human race's body is really weak." A slightly stiff voice came from Feiyong's mouth. Immediately, countless gray and black breaths spread from all directions, flocked to Feiyong's body, wrapped it up and formed A big cocoon.