Sword God

war!

Four demon clan tianjiao, four human clan tianjiao from different voids, endless battles.

It can be seen that among the four human races, the strength of the war demon is the strongest, followed by Wu Daoyuan, Lu Xiu and Feng Lan are flush, but not as inferior to Wu Daoyuan.

Four to four, fighting fiercely, Na Mohan stood not far away, arms crossed over his chest, a pair of eyes high above the world.

Of the four demon tribes, Moro Ye’s strength is the weakest, but that is relatively speaking, the opposite of Moro Ye is Feng Lan, Feng Lan does not have an advantage, and even falls below the wind. Luo Ye barely contends.

Feng Lan practiced leg technique. A pair of slender and powerful leg muscles were tight, carrying terrible strength, constantly popping up, bursting out amazing power, overlapping leg shadows, and continually slamming into Moro Ye.

Moro Ye blasted out with double fists, fighting fiercely, breaking the shadows of his legs again and again, gradually pushing Feng Lan back.

Lu Xiu has a stick in his hand. Each stick brings a heavy stick shadow, shot down in the sky, powerful and powerful, and amazing power. His opponent is the demon clan with a cold arrow.

This demon clan not only has an amazing arrow, but also is not weak in close combat, and will find a chance to shoot a sharp arrow away from the distance, threatening terrible.

Here, it is just outside the stone bridge in and out of the camp. There are many people coming and going, and all stop and watch the battle.

"Mo Yehan, what's the matter?" A demon clan with an unusually tall body and very wide shoulders stepped forward, with an indescribable domineering expression on his body, a cold and solemn look.

As soon as Mo Yehan saw this person, his expression narrowed, and his eyes flashed a bit of fear.

"It's okay, but it's just a few little caterpillars who are not interested." Mo Yehan responded with a smile.

"Several little caterpillars have to be so wasteful, but it's just low life and medium life, a group of waste." This tall, overbearing, devilish man with frowning frowned, and his tone was strongly dissatisfied.

Born as a demon clan, it is the higher life of the first series of voids, and it is just the face of the Celestials, Giants, and ancient beasts. It is impossible to face the medium and low life of the second series of voids and even the third series of voids. Destroy it directly.

Moreover, it is still the most mediocre human race among many races.

What is the most mediocre?

There is no special racial talent.

"Morogu, you are the first in this race, and of course they can't compare with you." Pride is like Mo Yehan, who also has to admit the strength and status of the other party.

Moroko!

One of the top four in Dongying was one of the first batch of four people who trained Vientiane's true merits first, and also the first strongest arrogant to master the second, third and fourth vientiane true merits.

Perhaps because of the presence of Mo Luogu, Mo Yehan was a little uncomfortable, and he saw that the four demon clan could not defeat the four clan and killed him. He immediately snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and flew out.

"A bunch of waste, let me go." Mo Yehan's voice also sounded at the same time.

Immediately, he punched the sky with a fist and blasted Wu Daoyuan directly.

This punch was extremely fast. When Wu Daoyuan was aware of it, he could not avoid it in time, and he could only resist with a knife.

With a loud bang, the knife was struck directly, and the force of extreme strength was bombarded, and Wu Daoyuan was directly repelled dozens of meters. The force was arrogant and domineering, and the continuous impact made Wu Daoyuan vomit blood and was directly injured.

Wu Daoyuan was injured by a boxing blow, and Mo Yehan's body flickered and appeared in front of the war demon, punching it out directly.

In this punch, the war demon responded and fell.

However, the sword was broken, although the knife in the war demon's hand did not fly out, the whole person flew out, but the blood spewed out but was blocked by the mask, flowing down the gap, and the whole body was depressed.

The cold dark power, with a kind of domineering meaning, quickly spread out in their bodies as if they were to devour their power. For a time, it was difficult to expel, and they could only struggle to confront, and they lost the battle directly. Power.

Four punches!

Before and after, but within a short time of less than three breaths, Mo Yehan flashed four times and punched four times, defeating and defeating all four human races, hitting one by one, and almost losing his combat power.

gap!

Great strength gap.

This gap is so desperate that Duan Lingkong's eyes are full of gray.

"Grab them." Mo Yehan took out a white cloth from Jiuzhong Tianhuan and was wiping his fist while commanding his two younger brothers.

Without killing on the spot, he intended to humiliate first, and then those other low-level life knew how miserable the provocation of the demon race was.

Moro Ye’s movement was the fastest. He took a step forward, crossed Feng Lan, and rushed directly to the war demon. Immediately, he punched with a smile on his face, taking the opportunity to interrupt the war demon’s arms and legs When you lift it, you must press it down on your knees.

The war demon struggled, but it was difficult to resist. Although Mo Yehan's punch did not kill it, it caused a heavy blow, and now he was interrupted by arms and legs, unable to resist.

At the moment when Mo Luoye was about to press the war demon on his knees, the action suddenly stopped, as if it was immobilized, and it instantly froze. Its dark pupil contracted like a needle in an instant, an indescribable expression. The throb of her body seemed to explode from the deepest part of her heart, making her body numb and stiff.

At the same time, a flash of sword light broke through, like an aurora, so indescribably fast.

At the moment when Jianguang had just appeared, Mo Luogu looked at it, but he didn't make it, and it was too late, because it was far away.

Mo Yehan then found out, but it was too late.

The sword light seemed silent and fast to the extreme, as if penetrating the void directly, turning the horizon far away.

Moro Ye remained motionless, letting that sword light approach, then piercing through his brow and piercing from behind his head.

Only the very few people who can perceive this sword light have practiced the fourth omnipresent true merit one by one, so they are even more surprised.

Even if that sword light appeared abruptly, but that kind of sword speed was still shocking.

Kill!

Moro Ye was directly killed by this sword light.

"Get out!" Mo Yehan was furious, and his eyes shot an amazing direct cold kill.

who is it!

Dare to take action to kill the demon clan.

Moro Ye's death was also seen in the eyes of everyone, and he was surprised, and there was another wave of joy rising in his heart.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and after the crowd came, the crowd spontaneously spread out as if welcoming the visitors.

It was a figure wearing a white sword robe with a slender figure and a handsome face. It had an indescribable unique temperament. At first glance, it was peerless, and once again, it was ordinary and restrained, with an indescribable charm.

His eyes are deep, as if it contains a starry sky like silence, a long sword on his waist, every step out, it is like a carefully calculated, not long or short, just right.

It seems ordinary, but there is an indescribable sharp edge, looming, surrounded by people, people dare not approach.

Seeing the person coming, Duan Lingkong's gray eyes suddenly burst into brilliant light.

coming!

Chen Zong is here.

Wu Daoyuan and several others also showed a look of surprise.

"Brother Chen is going back quickly." Wu Daoyuan screamed quickly, because the demon clan was too strong. He thought that even if Chen Zong arrived, it was not his opponent. Instead of being humiliated, adding casualties, it was better to return to the camp first, at least Within the scope of the camp, the demon clan will not dare to attack even if it is fierce.

Rules are rules.

Every demon clan stared at Chen Zong, and people of other races also stared at Chen Zong.

Go ahead?

Or just retreat?

Even if Chen Zong retreated and retreated into the camp, no one would laugh at him. After all, it was just a third series of inferior life in the void, and it would be normal to dare not face the first series of inferior life in the void. .

"It's okay, but it's just a group of local chickens and tile dogs." Chen Zong said not Xu Buji, his voice was flat and his tone was indifferent.

The language of the human race, the devil race can not directly understand, but can directly understand its meaning through the nineth heaven ring.

In an instant, the devil races were furious.

Native chicken tile dog!

When was the Tang Demon Clan considered to be a native chicken and a dog, or was it a lower life from the third sequence of void, even if it was only that lower life that showed the extraordinary means, a sword killed Devil Race.

However, among the demons of Dongying, that Moroye belonged to the average level. Killing him was nothing.

"What an arrogant bug." In the palace of one side, the dark wing frowned, his eyes flashed across the plane.

A low-level worm dared to bluntly say that the demon clan is a native chicken and dog. It really doesn't know that the sky is thick.

Lin Ming, the strong man of the human race, did not speak, because he also felt that Chen Zong's words were a little too arrogant.

Chen Zong's words not only caused the wrath of the demon clan, but also made the celestial clan and other people laugh.

This inferior life seems a bit arrogant.

If the demon clan is a terrible dog, then what are they who are equal to the devil clan?

For a time, many eyes gazed at them, all with bad intentions.

Although a tribe of people feels happy, they also feel that Chen Zong is too arrogant.

What is the strength of the demon clan, they can see clearly.

When Chen Zong said his words, he didn't care about the others at all, his steps, and no pauses. He stepped out step by step and walked onto the mottled old stone bridge.

The stone bridge is the separation point between the camp and the fierce demon wasteland. After crossing the stone bridge, Chen Zong will step into the fierce demon wasteland and will no longer be protected by the camp.

The demon clan gazes at Chen Zong's gaze, full of unkindness and malicious killing, like a beast lying dormant in the dark, only waiting for Chen Zong's footsteps to step out of the stone bridge, and then launching a fatal blow, killing him, Let him understand that he himself is a terrier chicken, a humble insect.

Facing many eyes full of malicious killings, Chen Zong's expression has not changed in half from beginning to end, a kind of light and breezy, people can't help but raise the admiration, but some people sneered and sneered at Chen Zong. Pretend to look like.

Under the public attention, Chen Zong took the last step. In this step, he crossed the mottled old stone bridge and stepped into the fierce demon wasteland.

When the step fell, a icy dark light suddenly shone, tearing the sky carrying an unparalleled Morihan killer, as if to kill all vitality.