The God of War Challenging Heaven

At first, he thought that only the Holy Lord of Wind Thunder was enough to brutalize Qin Yi and perform the wonderful “hold on! You have to hold on to me! ”

Snow rushed to drink, afraid that Heavenly Feather would not pay attention, laughing out loud.

“Woo...”

Tianyue covered her mouth and laughed herself out: “I'm so lucky to hold my whole life back! ”

Had it not been for the Kowloon dude, they would have laughed and rolled on the ground.

Far away.

Lord Kowloon's face was extremely ugly. He thought that let Lord Feng Lei play Qin Yi first, so that Qin Yi deeply realized how stupid it was to contempt their Sun and Moon divinity. Who thought, but now the result is very different from what he had originally thought.

It's... too disappointing!

He gazed for a moment and finally sighed, turning his face to the seven killing holy lords around him and said: "Seven killing holy lords, you go too, remember, be sure to play cat and mouse effect. ”

“Yes!”

Seven kills the Holy Lord when the two extremely full pairs on his chest, proud one: “Don't worry, Lord Kowloon, I'm not the Lord of Wind Thunder. The limbs are developed and the brains are simple. Look at me! ”

Yan Bi, she walked away with two sexy long legs, Zhuang Nana, her circumference, seven blood knives, always hanging quietly there, hidden a strong killing intent.

And his indifferent eyes, too, began to flutter with killing intentions, Tina on the touching delicate body, the fierce imperial strength, constantly leaking out, pressing the space around him as if it were the surface of the water, constantly twisting.

Yu Guang in the corner of Qin Yi's eyes, to the seven killings of the Holy Lord, has slowly come towards this place. Not only does he not have a slight panic, but he has a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

He had his own plan, and he didn't give a shit about killing another seven holy lords.

Soon, the Seven-Killer Holy Lord had arrived within a hundred brothers, and she saw her eyes slammed, silent, delicate right arm, casually swinging.

Shh...

The seven handfuls of blood knife that had been suspended around her were instantly turned into seven bloodstreams, facing forward, and Qin Yi, whose figure had just emerged, stabbed away.

She counts, Qin Yi's figure will show up there, it's not bad!

With the stabbing of the seven blood knives, the blast of the knife is instantly filled with every inch of space here, it seems to stir this space directly into pieces, making people's hearts unstoppable to breed a chill.

Seven is the specialty of the Holy Lord, the knife!

Her seven hands of blood knife, exorcism, even the nine wilderness of the gods of the sun and moon, must be reckless three points.

“What a strong blood knife! ”

Feeling the strength of the seven blood knives that killed the Holy Lord, Qin Yi sighed at himself. He immediately judged that the seven knives that killed the Holy Lord were absolutely above the Lord of Wind Thunder.

Seven blood knives that killed the Holy Lord, between blinking eyes, were stabbed in front of him. Qin Yi only felt that the knife was like a giant wave, rushing towards himself.

His blouse, shocked by the blast of the knife, struck him hunting and his dark hair was all backwards.

Cloud trick!

He didn't dare to have a slight push, lift his legs, and directly apply the cloud trick. Immediately, the whole person became like a green cigarette, without a little weight, floating, looking very strange, making it impossible to figure out its shape.

Qin Yi's figure, from the gap of the seven blood knives, flowed silently, the smoke cloud long gun in his hand, the meteor-like speed stabbed the seven holy lords forward.

Looking at Qin Yi with a gun, he stabbed him quickly. Seven kills the Holy Lord's beautiful mouth corner, but it suddenly rose. He outlined a frivolous smile: “Just you and your son want to kill me, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten. ”

She was telling the truth, and although she appeared to be young and beautiful, fatally seductive or powerful to males, she was in fact thousands of years old.

She was born standing still, but her right arm suddenly probed, her palms slammed towards Qin Yi with guns, Fiber Jade fingers open, grabbing, the seven blood knives appeared on her five fingertips in the sky, the remaining two, one up and one down.

“Go!”

Seven killer Holy Lord Jiao sipped, the palm of the jade pushed gently, seven blood knives suddenly facing Qin Yi's face door, stabbing away, like a blooming summer flower, every blood knife, spinning at the speed.

“What a weird knife! ”

Qin Yi couldn't help but sigh and dared not to be strong his sharp, inner qi, suddenly burst into motion, the whole person raced up.

“Kid, eat my trident! ”

He was in uninterrupted shape, but the Holy Lord of Wind Thunder had already killed him, holding that dark square of painting trident, and rushing towards Qin Yi.

It was too late to hide. Qin Yi could only hold a long gun with a smoke cloud in his hand and stab him hard.

“Ding!”

Smoke cloud long gun's head, along with Fang Tian Painting's trident, stabbed the eardrum almost pierced the eardrum.

Qin Yi further felt that Feng Thunder's heavenly trident sent a pound of power, shocked his arm, it was all hemp, the whole person was shocked to fly directly out.

“What a horrible force! ”

Qin Yi was surprised that his power was not necessarily strong, but in front of the Lord of Wind Thunder, it was obvious that it was still somewhat worse.

After Qin Yi was stabbed by one party, Feng Lei's holy lord was unexpectedly chased without dust. Instead, Fang Tian painted a trident, angry at the nearby seven killing holy lords: “Seven killing holy lords, what do you mean, don't trust my strength? ”

“Your strength? ”

The Seven Kills the Holy Lord shrugged his delicate shoulders, seductively seductive red lips, and glanced softly: "More than a dozen heavenly triumphs have been shot continuously, but even the collar of the other party has not been touched. Is this your strength? I saw clearly with Lord Kowloon. Tsk! ”

“You?”

The Holy Lord Feng Thunder trembled and was ashamed and angry. He couldn't help but find a sew to go in. "What do you know? That's my strength that hasn't really come out yet, so long as I really bring out my strength, I can definitely kill this kid! ”

“Oh, but the question is, in this case, can you bring your strength to life? ”

Seven kills the Holy Lord without a smile.

“Anyway, you give me the chill, and I'll take care of this kid! ”

The Holy Lord of Thunder snorted.

As a result, his voice had just fallen. Behind him, a terrible killing intent, but behind him, came the wave, but Qin Yi killed him.

Lord Feng Lei was terrified and hurried to look back. Only Qin Yi was behind him. He smiled with a slight smile on his handsome face: “You want to abuse me? ”

“Kid, you...”

“Pong!”

The Lord of Wind Thunder could not say in a word, Qin Yi's long gun of smoke and cloud, has been swept over severely, sturdy swept on the Lord of Wind Thunder.

The whole person intuitive to the Holy Lord of Wind Thunder was almost swept apart by Qin Yi, his tall body flew out and fell to the ground.

“Pfft! ”

Looking down on the ground, looking like a very wretched wind, Lord Thunder, Seven Kills the Holy Lord couldn't help but hide his little mouth and smile: “Lord Thunder, do you feel heartbroken in this situation? I admire you so much, it's all happening, and you still have a face to talk about! ”

“…"

Once again, the Holy Lord of Wind Thunder vomited blood directly. The whole man rose from the ground to the sky, holding the Fong Tian Painting Trident, and went mad and rushed to Qin Yi: “Kid, I'm going to tear you to pieces! ”

Seeing him like this, the Seven Killers will no longer make fun of him. If they continue to make fun of him, he will definitely be killed alive. Only she will be able to make a long jade leg, suddenly make a move, seven blood knives, again from her surroundings, suddenly emerge, and quickly kill Qin Yi.

“Ping-pong! ”

For a moment, Qin Yi was at war with the Lord of Feng Lei and the Seven Killings.

It has to be said that the four holy lords of the Sun Moon God do have quite a horrible fighting power. Even if they are as strong as Qin Yi, they are still quite strenuous, which is why he has entered a state of emptiness. Seven kills the holy lord and the holy lord of wind and thunder strike twice as fast. If he seems to have monopolized the two holy lords under normal circumstances, he is afraid to sustain only one hour.

Lord Feng Thunder, natural divine power, Qin Yi spelled with him hard, his arms numb, smoke cloud long gun almost want to fly out.

And the seven blood knives that killed the Holy Lord are even more difficult to cope with. The trajectory of that knife, when the ghost is really unpredictable, if you don't pay attention slightly, will be passed directly by the blood knife.

After a long battle, Qin Yi finally gradually dropped wind.

Of course, this is only in the case of Qin Yi's failure to use the Seven Styles of the Celestial Demon and the Divine Nong Ding. If he directly uses the hegemonic ancient martial arts of the Seven Styles of the Celestial Demon, or festivals of the Divine Nong Ding, the situation is not easy to say.

“This Qin Yi, who can monopolize the two great holy lords of the Sun and Moon God for so long, gradually falls into the wind, when it is truly extremely simple. ”

Far away.

Behind the tree, the windy snow lifted his hand and touched the beautiful forehead, sighing softly: "Even if I were to fight these two holy lords, things wouldn't be much better. ”

“Indeed.”

The temperament of the cold and clear evil, that delicate little face, rarely revealed the horror: “We did not see before, this strength of Qin Yi is so strong and horizontal. ”

“But the problem is, his performance is far from enough. If he continues, he will eventually be killed by the Seven Killers and the Wind Thunder Holy Lord. Besides, there is also the strongest Kowloon son, who has been standing there quietly without a shot. As long as he takes the shot, Qin Yi will be defeated instantly and even killed instantly. ”

The pink mumps on both sides of Tian Yu drummed lightly and breathed out a long breath. In a beautiful pair of phoenixes, he swept over the color of his worries: “I really don't know what this Qin Yi thinks. I have to choose these three peak masters of Asahi and Moon God alone. Isn't this a search for death? ”