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Breaking his eyes, watching the swordsman with a light drunk, watching the purple swordsman's heart condensed into the sky, shining brightly in the dark night, roaring endlessly to kill!

Song Wushen's eyes were cold, and he did not dodge or avoid, and he collapsed with his mistakes. The true energy was like a giant dragon flying at high speed, spinning out even more violently and murderously! [..com]

The true energy hit him, Wang Ce felt suffocated, and his writing head was almost crushed by this energy. Caiju Dongli, who was combined with the spirit of war, formed an external qi and intercepted it in a line.

Boom! Two consecutive lines of defense of Qi were broken on the spot. Blood flowed from Wang Ce's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his bones were almost disintegrating. He collapsed on the ground on the spot.

Bang! The earth suddenly exploded, and a black shadow jumped up from the ground.

Wherever he flew, Song Wushen caught off guard, and blood mist burst out from the sky. He groaned and a palm from the air, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack. The thorns that had successfully attacked were squirting blood. A mountain range behind him was ashes as a background, which was particularly terrifying.

The Sword Saint and Ji Qianbai felt extremely trembling and took a heavy breath to curb the fear in their hearts. This is the God of Martial Arts!

The power of the martial god is definitely worthy of the gods among warriors: there is no need to be fancy, without any special emphasis, even a random punch and kick can also have a earth-shaking power. It is terrifying.

"superior!"

Ji Qianbai and the Sword Saint gritted their teeth, released the war spirits, and whispered: "It's up to you."

They each had a battle spirit and reached the upper level of the ancient rank. Their spiritual intelligence was extremely complete, and they were really the same as humans. Once released, the faces of the two ancient war spirits changed quickly and they smiled solemnly and said, "Didn't you let me die with you!"

"If you want to die, then die." The two war spirits looked at each other, and with a bitter smile, they decided to concentrate their strongest power and release it to Song Wushen.

Song Wushen supported Shibi and breathed heavily, looking at the two men's two World War II spirit, the four great magical powers of the Martial Emperor, that is, the Supreme Martial Emperor! The solemn sè appeared on his face for the first time.

If it was his prime, he would never care about it, but his power had already declined significantly.

Wang Ce breathed heavily, barely holding on to stand up, and seeing this scene, he calmed his mind. He released Xin Qiji and Lu You, temporarily exchanged positions, and placed Lu You in the spiritual pattern.

Two ancient war spirits, two supreme martial emperors.

Today, few people can have such a terrifying lineup. Even Emperor Wu, there are definitely not many people who have ancient war spirits, let alone the upper level. Even the Supreme Martial Emperor, 99% of the ancient war spirits will not have ancient war spirits.

If Ji Qianbai and the Sword Saint had not broken through to the Supreme Martial Emperor, and joined forces with several Martial Emperors to kill the Ghost Emperor and let the War Spirit devour the War Spirit to practice, it would be difficult for the War Spirit to reach such an amazing level of cultivation.

Even if it is as powerful as the "Emperor Wangqing" and others, it is almost impossible to have an ancient upper-level battle spirit. In this regard, it is absolutely even better to say that the Sword Saint and Ji Qianbai are the best masters in Jiutan.

The Supreme Martial Emperor, coupled with the ancient upper-level battle spirit, is definitely the most powerful force in His Majesty the Martial God.

In an instant, Wang Ce's voice was clear: "Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night!"

The heart of the Yellow River was defeated, leaving only the heart of the purple sword and the heart of the brush. Mr. Lu You, who barely reached the level of the ancient lower level, activated the heart of the heart skill that Wang Ce valued the most!

Listen to the spring rain in a small building overnight!

The heart of the brush swayed and turned into the light under the starry sky, which instantly condensed on the body of Song Wushen.

Song Wushen suddenly felt a kind of imprisonment that made him lose his mind and frightened.

A brief, even if there is only a moment of confinement. This is what Wang Ce attaches most to among the three major mental skills of Mr. Lu You. He repeatedly imagined that with this move, Ren Sha's one-sword use, would be the most perfect.

Unexpectedly, I didn’t have time to cooperate with Ren Sha. I actually cooperated with Master and the others first!

Wang Ce smiled bitterly and laughed at himself.

The imprisonment skill used by the various philosophers.

If Song Wushen was in full swing, he would not be able to trap him at all. But at this moment, he would be temporarily imprisoned before breaking through.

In an instant, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the two martial emperors and two great spirits.

The Sword Saint and Ji Qianbai were all focused in an instant, and their strength was poured into the weapons, making their breath swaying to the world!

An unprecedented glory burst out in an instant, illuminating the night with glory.

Sand without leakage!

This terrifying three sword god style suddenly burst out, and the light covered a radius of fifty miles.

Almost everything turned into a dry desert. The sun burned everything and turned everything into ashes. This is the sword saint's unobstructed sand, which is amazingly domineering.

The most violent hurricane was blowing in the desert. Every wind was like the sharpest sword energy, tearing everything into pieces and tearing it into powder. This is Ji Qianbai's unobstructed sand, extremely fierce.

It is similar and different from the unobstructed sand that Wang Ce has shown.

The two ancient upper-level war spirits are old friends with the two martial emperors for hundreds of years. Even if they die, they are willing to die with them. At this time, they gather a lot of spiritual power and explode the most powerful fighting spirit skills.

The earth collapsed rapidly as if it had decayed, and the mountains were like sand towers. The wind swept away the remaining clouds, and the ashes were like heavy fog.

Wang Ce couldn't hear any sound in his ears, just like black holes that swallowed all the sounds.

In this abnormal, unusually creepy and terrifying quiet, Song Wuzhong suddenly laughed hysterically... and he punched him with a huge slight magnitude.

The sky broke and shattered like glass.

Mountains collapsed and rivers flowed backwards. The heavenly rivers turned against the flowing water, and all turned into cold and hot flowing water, flowing against the sky.

It turned out to be the water of Forgetful River!

Song Wushen's disdain soon melted like ice and snow, condensed into shock and incredible "Master, believe me: the three styles of the Sword God are one move and three styles, and the series of performance is complete!"

Ji Qianbai's heart passed through a sentence that his disciple had said, and together with the Sword Saint, he let out the deepest roar, and at the same time used the Forgetful Water. Then...

Song Wushen's eyes were filled with the gorgeous flowers on the other side, and the shock and horror flowed uncontrollably: "The Three Gods Styles, the Flowers on the Other Side!" In his time, there was no such thing as the Three Sword Gods Styles.

The brilliance overwhelms everything.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated and the light dissipated. The two battle spirits' heads were directly blown up. Ji Qianbai and the Sword Saint turned into two lightnings and collided on the mountain thousands of meters away, knocking the mountain to collapse.

The Sword Saint sprayed out blood mist on the spot, died of anger, and was stacked with a tall and large tomb by countless collapsed stones.

Ji Qianbai's body was broken, and two lines of tears were shed in his eyes: "Old Shen!"

He slowly turned his head and looked at thousands of meters away, only the three Thorns who were indefinitely dead and their disciples were left.

The always hunched Song Wushen suddenly looked straight like a javelin, and looked around coldly and coldly, and his momentum soared into the sky, as if he was insolable to domineering the world!

The gray luster of death spread little by little on the two wounds in front of Song Wushen Xiong. An invisible force finally couldn't stand it. Seeing that the gray luster spread: the two fatal wounds on the heart and neck suddenly exploded, and a large amount of blood flowed out as if they were not worth money. Wang Ce couldn't see it, but he could feel that not only blood was passing away, but also vitality: Song Wushen's body suddenly swayed, and he leaned against the mountain wall. When he opened his mouth, a large mouth of blood was pouring out.

My body couldn't stop slid down.

Thorns, Killing Emperor and Xiao Wu Emperor, suddenly roared and made a comeback. Song Wushen sneered, Liulu looked down on the world with his eyes as if he was physically solid.

The bodies of the three Thorns suddenly stiffened. Song Wushen reluctantly raised his hand softly, Liulu looked contemptuous, as if saying, "Even if you are picking up a bargain, you are not qualified..."

The silent orange in the palm released a scattered true energy. The three of them were bombarded like cannonballs, and the earth was plowed out of a canyon that was hundreds of meters deep and thousands of meters long.

The applause of devastated and lonely sounded twice and could not be patted. Wang Ce looked around the ground that had been beaten to pieces, and while vomiting blood, he smiled hard: "It's worthy of being the God of Martial Arts. I began to believe that you were the ones who ruined Zhongzhou."

There are countless rivers and canyons in the inland areas of Zhongtou. It is said that it was fought by the God War five thousand years ago. If you look at it from a very high altitude, you can find that Zhongtou has multiple cracks everywhere.

Song Wushen didn't say anything, his vitality was passing by quickly. Even if he wanted to speak, he couldn't say a few words.

If it weren't for Wang Ce's three swords that severely damaged his fatal key, if it weren't for him who was on the verge of death as soon as he escaped, killing Ji Qianbai and others would be no problem at all.

Only the only one who can fight with the God of Martial Arts is the Supreme Martial Arts Emperor.

Fortunately, Ji Qianbai and the Sword Saint broke through with the Martial God Scroll. Otherwise, their idea of ​​fighting the Martial God Scroll would be just a joke.

If Wang Ce had not followed the search by chance, Ji Qianbai and others might have had to meet him... half of it would have fallen away.

Wang Ce coughed up a ball of blood and ignored the resentment and hatred of the Martial God towards him: "Rabbit Spirit, can you still beat him? If not, it depends on mine."

The purple sword swayed in his heart, and it condensed into a giant sword with a diameter of dozens of meters. Wang Ce's weak urgency made the purple sword swing towards Song Wushen overwhelmed!

The attack of the Supreme Martial Emperor made Song Wushen squirt a mouthful of blood, his face was hit like gold paper, and he collapsed on the spot.

Song Wushen suffocated for a while, and suddenly the extremely weak breathing sounded again.

Wang Ce was half lying down, looking at everything that had been destroyed in dozens of miles, suddenly burst into tears and gritted his teeth: "Rabbit Spirit, I was determined to bring my master and the others back alive. I don't care what kind of dog you are."

"Do you know why I changed my mind? Do you know why I decided to kill you?"

Song Wushen's eyes were dull and he lay on the wet soil, forcing himself to turn over with his last strength.

Wang Ce was slow and indifferent, without any emotion, said indifferently: "You said that the gods are going to make a comeback: I also hope that there will be a god of martial arts to help resist the gods that will arrive at some point."

"Why did you ask twice if you would give up before you knew me? I just wanted to see if you were careful with Jiuhong in your heart."

"You label yourself as the flag bearer of the resistance of the gods. When the gods are about to make a comeback, you may not give up, for fear of hurting Jiuhong's vitality. Your remarks and your propositions can't even convince you yourself, and you still want to convince us? It's ridiculous."

Wang Ce suddenly sneered: "Do you think that without you, Jiuzhou will not be able to fight against the gods?"

Song Wushen sneered with a weak contempt.

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes: "From seeing you, I know why the God of Martial Arts has not been born in five thousand years!"

"The Cliff of the End of the World!"

Wang Ce slowly spit out four words when he faced the starry sky!
Chapter completed!