Fantasy: Start to Create the Heavenly Secret Pavilion

Chapter 63

“Who are you?”

Leng Qianqiu’s eyes were cold, without the slightest emotion.

“Tianyin God Emperor, Bei Chenheng.”

Beichen Heng said lightly.

“Oh?”

Leng Qianqiu’s expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: “Is that old fellow Bei Chenyong dead? If the old man guessed right, you should be his son, just a junior, relying on the method of luck to become a holy. Can steal the position of the emperor?”

“Tianyin Dynasty, is there no one?”

The words came out.

Bei Chenheng, who originally wanted to brush a wave of presence in front of senior, was completely irritated.

This is no longer a slap in the face, but the Tianyin Dynasty and his own face were thrown to the ground fiercely, and he stepped on it countless times.

“According to what you said today, even if the emperor kills you here today, it is reasonable!”

Beichen Heng’s robes were bulging, and his breath was ascension again, reaching the Sage middle stage. A wisp of holy might oppress the world, making the void begin to distort.

“Pretending to be.”

Leng Qianqiu smiled disdainfully, he glanced at Bei Chenheng, and instead of continuing to pay attention, he put his mind in the wild city, and he spoke again.

“Lord Tianji, do you want this seat to invite you out?”

Talking.

Leng Qianqiu strode forward and walked towards Tianji Tower.

Below.

Seeing Leng Qianqiu’s movements, Li Yun’s eyebrows were overjoyed. Is there such a good thing?

This Leng Qianqiu seems to be dying?

When he enters the Heavenly Secret Tower, he has to squeeze and squeeze the circle. Doesn’t he mean to see own?

“Senior can you bother?”

At this time.

Bei Chenheng yelled angrily, his big hand reached out, and the chaos in his palm was surging, like a Minor World, Hongda and heavy, and he suppressed Leng Qianqiu.

Li Yun: “……”

this moment.

He didn’t know, whether Bei Chenheng had eyesight or lacked eyesight.

“Um?”

Hear the sound.

Leng Qianqiu turned his head and looked over, and suddenly spotted Bei Chenheng who was pressing over.

“court death!”

Leng Qianqiu’s eyes were like electricity, and his hair spattered. He volleyed his fist, rushing into the sky, and his right fist smashed out, turning into a mountain, crushing the void, and colliding with Bei Chenheng.

“Boom!”

A loud noise came from the sky.

A ring-shaped aftermath visible to the naked eye spreads in all directions. Wherever the aftermath passed, mountains collapsed and the earth collapsed, all of which turned into powder.

“This is the border of the Tianyin Dynasty, and the old man is the enemy. Today, the Tianyin Dynasty is destined to change to a god emperor!”

Leng Qianqiu was wild and unrestrained, and his voice was like the roar of the Heaven Court divine drum. Ten directions collapsed and the earth sank. He stood on the sky like a god and demon.

The spirit and spirit were as turbulent as the sea of ​​God, flooding the entire world.

The method of becoming a holy by luck, magic is really magic, but the shortcomings are too big. Not everyone knows this shortcoming, but all the senior leaders of Sacred Land know it well.

Not to mention people like Leng Qianqiu.

He was sanctified by his own strength, and from the bottom of his heart, he looked down upon this kind of person who was holy by tricks.

“Arrogant!”

Beichen Hengda yelled, and the emperor dragon’s energy on his body rushed into the night, and all the luck gathered, his body’s aura rose and rose, reaching the peak of Sage!

This strength is enough to change the color of countless people.

But Leng Qianqiu is still not afraid!

Because.

The time for Bei Chenheng to obtain the method of becoming sacred by luck was too short, he did not own the Saint Soldier, and he didn’t know how to fight between the Saint Realms.

It’s good to be able to play 80% of your strength.

Such a person poses no threat to him.

More importantly, Shaking the Holy Lord knows that the landlord of Tianji can kill Sage, but still let him come, knowing that he has the invincible strength of the holy realm!

It’s just Bei Chenheng, and can’t stop him!

“Today, the old man will let you know how far you are from the real Sage!”

“Chang!”

There was a whisper in the sky.

A blood stream fell from the sky, drawing a dazzling blood light, and it fell into Leng Qianqiu’s hands, clattering.

This is a top-notch holy soldier, red as blood, coiling around a horned dragon, and vomiting a bright red spear, which is breathtaking!

“kill!”

Drink it coldly.

Turned into a stream of light, piercing the sky.

A vision emerges behind him, like a world is located, in the world, blood flows into a river, bones into a mountain, and I don’t know how many people have died before it can be transformed into such a scene.

“Boom!”

The two collided again.

This time.

As soon as the two of them collided, they entered the white-hot, and between their hands and feet, they shattered the world and exploded the void. Outside the great desert city, they were forcibly beaten out of a desert with a radius of thousands of miles!

time flies.

Half a day passed.

Leng Qianqiu has taken the upper hand, his expression is extremely confident, every move is a big opening and closing, the spear in his hand is like an Optimus Prime.

Shattered the sky!

On the other hand, Bei Chenheng was embarrassed.

The first time he played against Sage, he suffered a big loss.

“This trick will let you die!”

Leng Qianqiu said in a deep voice.

“Boom!” There was a loud noise, a blood-colored spear, pierced the sky and the earth, dyed the void with a red halo, and everything in the sky and the earth disappeared.

There is only one spear, becoming the only one in eternity!

“Boom!”

The spear smashed down, and the space was shattered inch by inch, like a mirror, shattered into countless petals. This pressure was suffocating, and even Bei Chenheng looked embarrassed.

This trick.

He understands that it is difficult for him to take it.

Even if he accepts it, it is estimated that he will be seriously injured, and there is no way to shoot.

Just at the juncture.

“Qiang! Qiang!”

Two swords sounded, resounding through the void.

Two Sword Rays that astounded the world, cutting through the sky, coming first, like two hanging galaxies, sweeping over from the other end of the sky.

“Boom!”

The spear quaked.

Leng Qianqiu was blown away for thousands of miles. The spear in his hand trembled, blood was flowing from the tiger’s mouth, and his breath fluctuated. He barely stabilized his body.

Looking back at the void, he squeezed out four words from the gap between his teeth.

“Da Luo Jianzong!!!”.