Outside the human city, Chen Fei stood with a sword, not in the cold winter, but the atmosphere here is as cold as the cold winter moon. The dark golden treasure in his palm whistles and whistles in the dark sun. The dark golden light in Chen Fei's eyes flowed slowly, looking at the four people in front of him without any emotion.

A handsome middle-aged man, an Ang Zang man wearing a luxurious imperial robe, a gentle monk with low eyebrows, a sword saint with green robe in his hands... another self.

The leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Huangfu Wencheng, is the only remaining master of swordsmanship in the heavens and all worlds.

The Dragon Emperor of the Demon Clan is a five-clawed golden dragon, and his body is not as hard as that of a divine weapon!

The descendant of Qianqiu Temple, without mentioning swordsmanship, can save all living beings in the world by just talking about Buddhism!

Tianhe Sword Saint...

God King!

Any of the four people can be called a rare peerless strong man in the whole world. Apart from the Sword Saint, Chen Fei is confident that he can kill within a thousand moves, and the Sword Saint is only a 50-50-5 number! However, at this time he is facing a joint battle between the four people! In this lineup, even Chen Fei may not be able to escape the defeat!

"...It's really a big deal, Tianhe Sword Saint." Chen Fei's eyes sank slightly, but there was no fear on his face. Even his tone was still slow, just like a friend playing chess, "I think the power of the God Realm should be about to come to the world. After all, the strength of the heavens and all races in the God Realm should not be underestimated. Although he doesn't know you very well, since he has played such a big game of chess, he shouldn't let go of these two steps, right?"

Boom boom boom boom!

Before Chen Fei's voice fell, a huge black crack appeared silently outside the human city in the distance, looking down at the human warriors who had already been unsheathed from the sword below. The next moment, the sound of a solemn armor collision sounded loudly, and the warriors emerged from the legendary warriors emerged from the space crack. In the last battle ten thousand years ago, they crushed the remnant consciousness of the human city in this way. However, at this time, what was greeted ten thousand years later was no longer the unprepared human city, but a terrifying power fluctuation!

"cut!"

Aisai held the rune sword in his hand and waved it hard. Behind him, the powerful warriors who had been recuperating for thousands of years, accompanied by the heroic spirits of their ancestors, swung out the sword in their hands. The extraordinary power turned into circles of crescent moons. The crescent moons gathered together and turned into flowers and rained in the sky towards the huge crack. The coalition forces of the gods' realm had not yet fallen, but were suffering a devastating blow! Blood of different colors sprinkled like rain in an instant!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

A large number of warriors in the Divine Realm were injured and even died, but the terrifying number of casualties was not so shocking under the huge population base. More warriors roared over the blood rain and slammed down, fighting with the human brave men who were also crazy and full of murderous intent. The blades, swords, fighting spirits, magic, fought each other, reflecting the violent roars and shouting to kill...

This is the taste of the battlefield! The warrior's sonata!

But near Chen Fei and the other five, there was silence. Chen Fei never thought that his casual words were pressing against the attack of the god warriors. He was stunned for a moment, but this silence was immediately broken. The golden vertical pupil of the Dragon Emperor glanced at Chen Fei in front of him and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect to be a good strategist? However, there is no need to worry about your subordinates at this time, but I'd better worry about you first... With your strength just now, I can conclude that you will die, otherwise I'd have any last words..."

boom!

But before he could finish his words, Angzang's Dragon Emperor disappeared in an instant. At the same time, the terrifying pressure that was almost comparable to the entire world crushed Chen Fei. Chen Fei frowned slightly, and his right hand slapped out from the hilt of the sword, instantly transformed into a fist. The sword energy and sword intent were combined with the fist, stirring the wind and clouds of the world in an instant. At the same time, a semi-god fighting spirit almost instantly rose. Accompanied by a clear and crazy dragon torture, the blood-colored huge evil dragon pounced on Chen Fei's fist. The next moment, the two forwards!

But it was strange silence.

Chen Fei stared at the golden vertical pupils indifferently at the golden vertical pupils that were close to him, and his voice was as slow as before: "Is sneak attack the Dragon Emperor's style?"

"Death and victory are my style."

The Dragon Emperor retreated, but Chen Fei stood there, his right hand hanging behind him, and was trembling slightly - where the two had just intertwined their fists, the small world had disappeared... Whether it was space, elements, time, or the impact on the surrounding world, they all disappeared...

The world has been erased!

Just as this small world has never appeared!

The Dragon Emperor on the opposite side was trembling at this time, or it was no longer the right fist. The cold golden scales had completely covered the originally slender palm, but it did not look ferocious, but had an indescribable aura of nobleness, which was only broken at the tip of his palm and destroyed this nobleness!

Dragon Emperor's attack - injury!

"The fist is full, and it contains the cold sword intent, and it is even more exciting under the influence of the evil dragon aura... If I confront you head-on, I am not the opponent. If I draw the sword, I may be defeated in about 300 breaths. If I show my true form, I will probably be able to support it a thousand breaths." The Dragon Emperor's low voice slowly echoed in the hearts of the four of them - not a foolish monarch who is bound by meaningless dignity. He clearly understood the purpose of his group, so there was no water in this evaluation, and it was because he knew that the Dragon Emperor would not have any water. But these people also knew how terrifying the weight of this sentence was!

The monk Junya paused slightly while turning the rosary, sighed softly, and the Buddhist pure and free artistic conception silently emerged, and a huge Buddha turned into a huge Buddha behind him, lowering his eyebrows and eyes as much as him. The low and vast sound of chanting the scriptures resounded through every world in the world for a moment. Even in such a huge sound of chanting the scriptures, the sound of the clear sword coming out of the sheath was still clearly recalled in Chen Fei's ears!

Accompanied by the ever-distanced roar of the dragon!

The leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Huangfu Wencheng, is the only remaining master of swordsmanship in the heavens and all worlds.

The Dragon Emperor of the Demon Clan is a five-clawed golden dragon, and his body is not as hard as that of a divine weapon!

The descendant of Qianqiu Temple, without mentioning swordsmanship, can save all living beings in the world by just talking about Buddhism!

The three peerless strong men, for a moment... take action with all their might!

kill!

(Thanks to Zi Yue Mingkong for his monthly ticket, thank you~)

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Chapter completed!