The God of War Challenging Heaven

- What? - What?

Frost Fai actually wants to challenge Zhuang Gaoyi!

Everyone here was stunned to be there, a Pope's Ordinary Tingwei, at a time when he was challenging a great master!

This is insane!

This scenario, even Pucky Mai, the head of the five peak archdeacons, had to be slightly stunned, twirled, and smiled slightly: “It's kind of interesting, this Frost Fai, the momentum actually built on the head of the archdeacons. ”

“Am I listening right? This madman is challenging Master Zhuang! ”

In the crowd, Fu Qing, dressed in a purple robe, threw up his little tongue and incredibly blinked.

The memories of the Emperor and the departure from Lo beside him were also the seductive little red mouth, stunned and slightly open. They knew that these days, Frost Fai was trying to create momentum for themselves, but they didn't expect that this time, Frost Fai would actually challenge Zhuang Gaoyi!

Zhuang Gaoyi, as the archdeacon of the Holy See, could not imagine how exciting it would be if Frost Fai were to succeed in the challenge.

Of course, more importantly, if even Zhuang Gaoyi was defeated by Frost Fai, Qin Yi was truly miserable in the upcoming competition to seize power.

Wang Fushang's memories and Leaving Lo look at each other, and each other's eyes are filled with worry.

Suddenly.

The two shadows, coming from somewhere, between blinking eyes, came to the crowd, it was Zong He Wang and Yu Yu.

Zonghe Wang's gaze swept slowly around and looked at the faces of all the people. Even the five peaks of the Holy See, Tingwei, were very moving. He smiled at them with a faint smile: "Nice! ”

That's what he needs.

Looks like letting Frost Fai challenge Zhuang Gaoyi is a pretty perfect plan!

Throughout the scene, the noise, everyone, was moved by Frost Fai, and his chin was broken to the ground by surprise.

Frost Fai stood quietly there, all over his body, and he was busy in the road. He kept running. He held the golden sword in his right hand and held it flat. He pointed remotely at Zhuang Gaoyi's attic. He didn't move. This position, he had been in for a while, because he felt that this position, quite handsome, quite cheerful.

If you want to create momentum, you naturally have to put in the most handsome and most impassioned position.

He kept his eyes slightly gazed and stood there silently, listening to the noise behind him, and the blood rolled in his body. He felt that the master's plan was a great feat.

Suddenly.

Boo!

Zhuang Gaoyi's attic only saw Zhuang Gaoyi's figure, and then slowly descended. Over his face, he was already filled with anger and incredibility. Coldly he drank: “Frost Fai, are you going to challenge me? ”

An ordinary Tingwei, trying to challenge him, he felt his face swept off!

“Yes!”

Frost Fai answered, quite crisp, in his eyes, there was a wild war.

He slowly poured Xuan Qi into the golden sword. Suddenly, the golden sword was like giving life, suddenly a "buzzing” self-tremor. He could clearly feel that at the moment when he poured Xuan Qi into the golden sword, the golden sword sealed the insane cruelty for years and woke up violently. He even tranced to hear a roar.

Immediately after that mad soul, it is through Frost's right hand that Frost's soul is ravenously eroded.

As Frost Fai's soul was eroded by the ancient madness of the soul, his eyes were gently turned red, like a bloodthirsty beast, and at the same time, a madness was exhaled from his body.

“Frost Fai, I know you're creating momentum for yourself, and you've been madly challenged all these days, indeed, in the Holy See, to create some movement, but you chose to challenge me, I don't know how thick the heavens are! ”

Zhuang Gaoyi looked iron blue and drank coldly. As a great master, a Tingwei challenged him. He could not resist fighting. If he did not fight, he would leave a handle in the Holy See saying that he looked down on Tingwei.

As he swelled his inner qi, the grey robe on his body swelled and angry with him, coldly said: "If you want to challenge me, come! ”

“Very good!”

Frost Fai nodded slowly. In those red eyes, the madness grew stronger!

Next moment.

“Boom!”

Frost Fai's feet, the flashing ground, the whole earth, followed by a flash of tremor, and Frost Fai was followed by this power, the whole person turned into a huge golden stream, carrying a golden sword, and burst towards Zhuang Gaoyi.

“Crazy Type Eight - Type One! ”

He practiced, nature is still this crazy martial arts, a sword is cut out, the sword is amazing, that crazy sword, instantly, the whole field is raging.

“Burning hands! ”

Angry Zhuang Gaoyi also suddenly struck out his major in martial arts. On his palm, he suddenly set fire to the flames. He shot out his palm, and the powerful clap, when even a huge flame clap stamp was gathered, he shot out toward Frost Fai.

That momentum directly suppressed Frost Fai's madness type 8.

Zhuang Gaoyi, in the Holy See of Kyushu, as a archdeacon, but most of the people present have never seen him do it. At this time, feel the power of the burning hand. In the hearts of all people, they cannot help but be surprised. He is a archdeacon. It is amazing!

Even the senior court guards, or grandmasters, who have seen him do it, are microscopic: this Zhuang Gaoyi, but his strength has improved somewhat!

And the king and the king in the crowd were slightly frowned upon. In his eyes, the obscurity overtook the color of worry. Zhuang Gaoyi's strength was something he had not expected.

“Don't worry, even if Frost Fai's challenge fails, it's normal, it won't affect the momentum he's been trying to create in the last few days. ”

King Song Yu beside him patted Zong and Wang's shoulder lightly, smiling and said.

“That's true.” Zong and Wang relieved themselves with a smile.

On the fierce battlefield.

As a great master, Zhang Gaoyi naturally possessed extraordinary fighting power. His burning hands kept shooting. With each slap, his power would soar to double. For a moment, he directly suppressed Frost Fai's death.

“Crazy Type Eight - Type Two! ”

“Crazy Type Eight - Type Three! ”

“Crazy Type Eight - Type Four! ”

Hollow frost glow, red eyes stared round, orbits cracked open, full black hair root upside down, mouth a beastly howl.

At this time, he, a pale face, over the corner of his mouth, with a bloody bloodstain, is also everywhere, looks a little harsh, obviously not slightly injured.

After Frost Fai obtained the Golden Sword, combined with the Mad Eight taught to him by King Song Yu, his strength soared directly to a whole new step, but there still seemed to be some gap compared to a great master of the Holy See.

However, Shing Hui, who has completely entered a state of madness, despite being a perilous circumstance, has been quite resilient, and he continues to fight Zhuang Gaoyi with a type 8 of madness.

“Humph, I told you, challenge me, boy, you're too young, I don't know how thick the heavens are! ”

Zhuang Gaoyi was hunting and hunting, his face was horribly blue. On his right palm, the flame burned, and even hidden the sound of an explosion came, as if it were a hell of a fire, watching the battle around Tingwei, his scalp numb.

“Heavenly Burner - 7th hand! ”

Zhuang Gaoyi suddenly drinks cold, injecting all the rage into his right palm, striving for a beating, a flaming giant palm impression full of two lengths wide, toward the frost glow in front, whistling.

“Pong!”

Flaming giant palm prints, suddenly photographed on Frost Fai, Frost Fai only felt a flame in front of him, the next moment, his body suddenly flew out, fell outside dozens of open, on his body, already showed signs of tortoise.

Everyone around us is shocked!

Frost Fai is strong, but the gap with Zhuang Gaoyi is clearly still quite obvious.

“Frost Fai! ”

The sect and king of the crowd shouted, about to rush forward, but the king of Song Yu next to him was a hand to hold him, and the sect and king had to stop, looking at the king of Song Yu with confusion.

“Wait and see. ”

King Song Yu smiled slightly and didn't say much.

In the mind of Zong He Wang, the confusion grew.

“Tap!” “Tap! ”

Zhuang Gaoyi walked to Yuanhui step by step. Each step, the space around him, was a violent twist, all over his body, emitting a spectacular atmosphere.

His gloomy and horrible, he walked like a reaper to Frost Fai, the words spoken in his mouth, the cold blood, all solidified in that room: “Frost Fai, let me tell you, what is the Great Shore! ”

In the presence of the Holy See as a whole, the boy challenged him unscrupulously, and he had to give him a heartbreaking taste.

Yet this is the moment.

After a moment of silence, his muscles suddenly twisted strangely and shocked.

An extremely violent atmosphere, from its body, erupted violently, terrifying to the extreme, surrounding the audience, in the heart, all irrepressible to rise a chill.

Everyone felt the frost glow in the trance, just like a wangu madman came here.

Mm-hmm.

Zhuang Gaoyi frowned slightly, his footsteps had to be paused, his divine color had become aggravated, and he acutely perceived that Frost Fai had suddenly become extremely dangerous.

“Ow! ”

Frost Hui suddenly burst into a howl. Indeed, by this time, his voice had been completely bestialized.

“Crazy Type Eight - Type Seven! ”

In the next moment, he jumped suddenly, and the whole person turned into a golden flush, up against the sky, holding a two meters long golden sword, severely chopped down. On the sword blade of the golden sword, chopped out a golden sword enough to be five lengths long, glaring, chopped down Zhang Gaoyi.

Zhuang Gaoyi was shocked, his body fluttered, turned into a shadow and flew out obliquely.

That giant golden sword split to the ground and cut a huge number of deep sword marks directly on the ground.

“Crazy Type Eight - Type Eight! ”