Strongest Martial God

The ancient sacred face of the frosty soil is indifferent, so it is close by step, but there is a hint of hot color flashing in its eyes. ○ Obviously, I am very much looking forward to such a battle. If it is the only saint who can kill the Terran, there will be an indescribable advantage for the Mozu.

The fabulous emperor, Sergey, has no sorrow and no joy at this moment, as if everything that is going to happen in front of him has nothing to do with his own. His gaze falls on the strings of the front avenue, and his look is indifferent to the extreme.

"Frost soil is meant to be guided by the saints of this human race, so that his own path can be further stepped forward. I can't think of this age, he still has the ambition of adolescence." Lei Mo Gu Sheng slowly opened the way, look A bit gloomy.

"He is playing with fire, a bad word, it is him." Yu Ling Gu Sheng whispered, her look was cold, but the words spoken were true, it can be said that at this moment, her killing The strongest.

"The key moment to stop him is, if it is shot at the moment, it is in the bad way." Lei Mo Gu Sheng faint opening, no blocking meaning.

"锵"

In front of the face, the ancient palm of the frost, the palm of his hand, suddenly saw a rifle in the palm of his hand, and the invisible killing on the gun body spread out, revealing a kind of Let the heart tremble.

"Humph"

Seeing this scene, Yuling ancient sacred, no longer said anything, but silently watching this scene.

"In the human race, it is difficult for a thousand years to come up with a person like you. I hope that you will not let me down. I have not had such interest for a long time. If you can let me go all out, then I can leave you a whole body." "The ancient sacred sacred stepped forward, and as he stepped down, the light on his face became more and more enchanting. At the same time, he was full of desire for the scene that will happen next. He hoped that the world would be peerless. Emperor Sergey is strong enough to compete with him.

"咔嚓"

The long gun that condensed in the frost penetrated the void at this moment and swept it toward the front. This movement was very rapid, such as a ray of light, which caused the four fields to vibrate.

The horror of the sacred sacred sound spreads out at this moment, and it hurts the eardrum. As the gun points out, a piece of sparks splashes out. The holy mark spreads out at the moment. The inexhaustible road rushed out, and the two men met at the peak.

The fabulous emperor Sikongjia gently moved his hands and pressed it on the boulevard string in front of him. With his movements, the roads of the road continued to spread out, killing toward the front, and making an earth-shattering sound. I heard that I don’t know how much distance.

"A good and powerful means! Even the Holy King may not be able to do such a thing! This is the piano!"

The ancient sacred sorrow of the frosty soil, but he holds a frosty rifle, and the look of the hunter is fascinating. At the same time, his stature was made into a black line, and the pistol in his hand pointed to the forehead of the world-famous Emperor Sergey, and he was to be killed on the spot.

Everyone is exclaimed, such a shot seems ordinary, but it represents the road of the ancient land of frost, such a shot can be said to condense the essence of his life.

With such a shot, nothing can be blocked. He seems to have reversed the cause and effect and surpassed the time limit. However, it is the moment of Fanghua, but it has already astounded the ages, even the symphony of the celestial music that was driven by the celestial emperor Sergey could not block such a move.

A shot fell, through all obstacles, the eyebrows of the world-famous Emperor Sikongjia seemed to appear a faint crack, a drop of blood at this moment, can be said to be shocking.

"how is this possible!"

Seeing this scene, so the strong people of the human race feel that the hands and feet are cold, can the last saint of the Terran, can hold up the existence of a day, actually want to be killed like this?

The strong people of the Mozu Wanmai are equally shocked. The ancient earth of the frosty soil is extremely powerful. This seemingly random shot contains an indescribable charm. Even if there are few people in the saint who can take it, it is no wonder that he has become the top three. One of the ancient saints.

"咔"

However, just as everyone thought that when it was over, the right hand of the fabulous emperor Sergei suddenly lifted up, and the **** gently gripped the tip of the gun that was about to fall to his eyebrow. A shot can no longer be moved, not close to a trace.

"Boom"

The singularity of Emperor Sergey left the hand on the boulevard of the boulevard. In an instant, thousands of brilliance shot at this moment, swept away toward the ancient place where the frosty earth was.

There is a trace of **** traces on the body of the ancient sacred sacred frost, and the blood of the red is spreading out at this moment. He had to retreat at this moment, and at the moment of landing, his look was condensed to the extreme. Because it seems to be a bit difficult to avoid this blow from the singer.

"You are really strong. If it is easily suppressed, then there is no value for me to do this!" The ancient sacred sacred mouth, the look is strange, but he has the qualification to open.

The Mozu Wanmai strong person sees this scene as a sigh of relief. How powerful is this to be able to do this? This fabulous emperor, Sergey, is a bit beyond imagination, and can actually retreat the frosty earth.

The strong people of the Terran saw this scene, but they all took a long breath, they almost collapsed, and at this point they calmed down. Because the scene of the genius is too thrilling, if the celestial emperor Sikongjia really fell here, it is an unimaginable loss for the Terran.

Nowadays, there is only such a saint of the Terran, and the singer of the world is the spiritual pillar of all the strong people. If the spiritual pillar collapses at this moment, the belief of the entire Terran may collapse.

On the battle platform, the two sides fought again together. They were free to shoot, but each hit contained an indescribable way. Under one blow, it could kill the world and destroy millions of miles of mountains and rivers.

If this hall was left by the Yellow Emperor in the middle of the year, and there was something that Zhongtian Huangdi had personally arranged, I am afraid that this hall has already been cracked at this moment, and all the strongmen in the hall have long been turned into dust at this moment.

It can be said that only such a place is suitable for such two saints to fight, because each of their attacks is too horrible, and the movement can destroy a mountain.

"Frost land is coming!" In a twinkling of an eye, the two sides have touched more than a hundred strokes. At one time, there is no way to win or lose, and no one can see who is stronger. But at this moment, the ancient sacred sacred sacred screams, and in all directions, a rod of frosty rifle emerges, and then descends at an indescribable speed, sweeping toward the place where the fabulous emperor Sergey And go.

At this moment, the number of these blasting rifles is too indescribable, and each shot represents a martyrdom. Even if it is a semi-sacred touch, it will be directly turned into fly ash.

However, these horrific offensives directly swept out to the place where the great emperor Sikong was located. This made the whole sky be shaking, just like a cracking star coming at this moment. At this moment, as the whole world is attributed to nothingness, it no longer exists.

"The ancient land of the frosty soil is really powerful. It is one of the three strongest ancient saints of our demon. There is no rival in the world!" In the rear, the ancient saint of the Mozu was amazed and had to serve.

Such a blow can be said to be shocking. In the eyes of many Devils, in addition to the ancient demon of the demon and the ancient saint of Yuling, others can’t even pick up. undoubtedly.

"Ding"

A sound of the piano came out, and in the endless gunshot, this voice was so crisp and moving.

In the next moment, the battle platform reappeared. The world-famous Emperor Sergey was still sitting in the middle of the field. His look was indifferent. There was no damage except for a drop of blood in the eyebrow.

"How is it possible! He is innocent!" Everyone is chilling, unbelievable!

"How is it possible? How can the Terran be so powerful? This is beyond common sense!" The strong people of the Mozu Wanmai are unbelief, and this scene in front of them is fighting against their undefeated war.

"You can actually block me. It seems that I have looked down on you!" The ancient sacred sacred sacred, the next moment he recovered his calmness, and then his momentum became more and more terrible at this moment. A long knife floated into his palm. The long knife had a lion's head and a dragon body. Although it was not a sacred sacred soldier, it was not much better.

"kill"

At this moment, the killing intentions of both sides are even stronger. The ancient sacred sacred sculpt with a long knife, each hit contains an indescribable taste. In a twinkling of an eye, he took out more than 800 knives and was evenly matched with the peerless Emperor Sergey. It was difficult to win or lose at a time.

"The battle should be over!" Frosty ancient singer screamed, and the long knife in his hand whistling, sending out a burst of heavenly voice, falling to the place where the prince of the world, Sergey, was in front of him, one by one. The small world continues to silently collapse.

This is the power of the world, and terror is unimaginable.

Since ancient times, there have been many saints, but it is horrible to be able to go to such a level.

"锵锵锵"

The more indifferent of the world's emperor Sikongjia, he plucked the piano at this moment, and every shot was swept out like a string on the boulevard.

Soon, these pianos became an unimaginable way, and they gathered together, and all the offensives condensed into the strongest blow!

This is the embodiment of the Emperor's seal!

"what"

Suddenly, the frosty ancient screamed, and he flew out, and the long knife in his hand broke, falling like a scrap iron.