Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Chapter 1201

A large mouthful of blood was spit out at this moment, and the blood was vomited. The bodies of several powerful saints fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Rumble.

The moment the few people fell to the ground, a layer of smoke and dust began to swell, but Ling Tian did not give them a chance to breathe, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Die for me."

He shouted loudly.

A long sword beats one stone.

Immediately, a sound of a sharp blow broke out on the blade.

The sharp edge starts.

Powerful maniac.

Everyone at the scene felt even more panicked. Under the brink of Fengdi, everyone wanted to escape, but unfortunately, they clearly felt that their bodies were being pulled by someone.

Can't move at all.

Yao Enli also saw the scene in front of him: "Damn, I really underestimated this kid. Although he had just entered the Saint Lord realm, he actually mastered the power of the Saint Lord so much."

"If you continue to indulge yourself like this."

"Several people will definitely die!"

Saint Hall!

It is his hard work and the foundation of his foothold in the Temple of Heaven. How could he just watch the powerful people in the Saint Lord Hall be massacred?

He snorted coldly: "Boy, arrogant!"

A buzzing voice.

The Emperor took all his strength, grabbed the big hand, and immediately scattered the residual powers, gathered together, condensed into a big hand, and landed fiercely towards Ling Tian in front of him.

Palm buckle.

There was a terrifying power at the scene, and bursts of explosions broke out in the air.

This is the explosion of the air waves.

It is also an announcement from the strong.

Under this terrifying power, Ling Tian felt even more pressured.

The Emperor's Strongest.

It's horrible after all!

The mind fell for a moment.

A cold light appeared in Ling Tian's eyes: "What can I do if the person I want to kill is the king of the gods?"

A light shout.

Ling Tian slashed down with a fierce sword in his hand.

Several powerful saints on the ground looked at the long sword that was unswerving and powerful, and there was a ray of shock in the pupils: "My life is over."

Thoughts arise.

The long sword fell.

The Qilin long sword slashed down with an extremely domineering attitude.

Rumble!

As the long sword slashed, smoke and dust rose on the spot, and it was heard even more—

"ah!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

Several screams were heard.

A bitter howl and shatter!

But in a flash.

Several powerful saints at the scene became blood clots under the Qilin sword.

"hateful."

Seeing this, Yao Enli's eyes were slightly red, and his murderous intention was even more crazy: "Boy, I'm looking for death!"

Just ask for death.

Yao Enli pressed his hands wildly.

Rumble!

Press the big hand.

There were even more thunderstorms in the air. As the sound of shocking sounds came, everyone at the scene trembled suddenly: "The power of the Emperor is so terrifying!"

Under the pressure of the emperor.

Ling Tian felt even more uncomfortable in his body.

If Ju Zun had the cultivation level, he would definitely die. Unfortunately, he has now won the holy throne.

With a light snorkeling, the long qilin sword in his hand flipped over and slashed out. At the same time, the vast Buddha light on Ling Tian's body gathered together.

at once.

The Dharma image of Tathagata comes out again.

The Dharma image arises.

Buddha hand buckle.

Buzz!

With the Buddha's hand, thunder roared at the scene, which made everyone's eardrums scream.

Continuously trembling.

It seems that there is a tendency to explode at any time.

Pushan was also staring at the battle circle. When the Buddha's hands gathered for a moment, a solid swastika light suddenly exploded, which actually resisted Yao Enli's huge palm.

Boom!

Cross for a moment.

The roar rose again.
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next