Fanatic Martial God

"The door!" The soul of the door was shocked. In the early days of the confrontation, it was very dangerous. Now that Xiao Chen was injured, the soul of the door was in a hurry.

"Very good! The old **** is getting heavier and heavier!" Ghosts were excited, and they wanted to look cheap.

"Xiao Chen, how is your injury?" Mu Yunshan quickly asked loudly, and worried about it. After all, Zhao Feng was a master of distraction.

"Xiao Chen brother! Don't lose!" Mu Qing was worried that she would cry out, and the body kept shaking, worried about what happened to Xiao Chen.

At this moment, Xiao Chen was heavier than before, pale, gasping, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Chen glanced at everyone underneath and grinned: "Reassure, the old **** can't kill me! He is now much more serious than my injury, and the real yuan is running out."

"Xiao Chen, the **** demon disciples are all wiped out, the three elders are dead, and there is Zhao Feng's old bastard, don't let him go!" Ghost slaughter, under his leadership, **** disciples There is no resistance at all, whether it is the Golden Age or the Yuan Ying period, they are all killed by ghosts.

"Good job." Xiao Chen evil smiled, his eyes swept Zhao Feng, who was seriously injured in the distance. The latter was even more serious. The real yuan was about to run out. Xiao Chen had nothing to worry about.

"The palace of the Gorefiend is destroyed by me! Brothers, you must return to the sky first." Ghosts and cold roads, on the ground around the ghosts, are full of bodies, blood stained red, and the soul of the strong The body is splashed with the blood of the enemy.

The ghosts of the Ghosts fell, the konjac in the body rushed out, and the whole body quickly filled out a black konjac power, then madly injected into the bloodthirsty razor, the violent power broke out, and the peak of the entire Gorefiend was fierce. Shake it up.

"Ghosts! You give me a hand!" Zhao Feng was shocked and snarled, and once the Gorefiend Palace was destroyed, it was already doomed to go back!

"what!"

Ghosts and screams shouted, and both hands clasped the big knife. From top to bottom, they smashed down to the huge main hall of the Goremon Gate. A black-red knife of a hundred feet was cast into a crescent moon.

"Bastard!" Zhao Feng was furious, completely ignoring the seriously injured body, and wanted to fly to resist.

"Where do you want to go? I won't let you go." Zhao Feng just left, he was intercepted by Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen asked coldly.

"Booming!"

Ghost slaughter ruthless knives hit the main hall, rumbling a loud bang, tyrannical power instantly smashed the palace, numerous gravel splashes out, the raging knife power swept across, the entire mountain was destroyed.

"Ghosts! Do a beautiful job!" The ancient white tiger screamed with excitement, and everyone in the soul door cheered excitedly.

"what!"

"Hey!"

The Gorefiend Palace was destroyed, all the disciples were killed, and the blood of the whole Goremon was flown into the river. It was terrible, and Zhao Feng’s life was so painstaking, this kind of painful heart, crazy anger, and the eyes were full of blood. The anger lost its sense, the power of the body was released wildly, and the surrounding mountains followed and swayed, and the distracted masters were so horrible.

"Yunshan, take everyone back!" Feeling the anger of Zhao Feng, Xiao Chen became dignified and quickly shouted to Mu Yunshan.

"Everyone hurry back!" Mu Yunshan did not dare to be scornful. He also felt the terrible power of Zhao Feng, not that they could resist.

"Xiao Chen! This door will mainly smash your corpse!" The irritating Zhao Feng’s angry roar, the treacherous murderous enveloped the surrounding mountains.

"Don't fight hard?" Xiao Chen's heart is dark, frowning, slowly pulling out the sword, Zhao Feng is on the verge of violent walking, Xiao Chen must attack with all his strength.

As soon as the Chaos Excalibur came out, Xiao Chen’s momentum rose in vain, and the temperamental breath was filled out from the Excalibur. The sword body was faintly **** red, full of killing breath, and it could not help but shudder.

"The door master pulled the sword!" In the distance, a soul door Yuan Ying master exclaimed, his face was nervous and excited.

The Soul Gate has seen Xiao Chen's sword, but only once, when Lin Wanxi wants to blew himself, Xiao Chen pulls the sword and kills him. The strength of terror is still deeply engraved in their hearts.

Now facing a strong opponent, Xiao Chen draws the sword again, and everyone in the soul is very excited. Everyone wants to see the young and tyrannical master of the door again, and display the horrible power of Jian Jian!

"What kind of sword is Xiao Chen taking? How can there be such a strong bloodthirsty breath? This breath is terrible!" Nether frowning, the heart is taboo.

"Xiao Chen once said that it is the best spirit, but this powerful atmosphere is completely no longer under our fairy weapon. It is too strange. The sword is the most powerful trick of Xiao Chen. If Xiao Chen does not pull the sword, it means that the opponent has no Qualification allowed him to pull the sword, but when his sword came out, he must see the blood. When Xiao Chen and the battle were fighting, he used the sword to defeat the powerful battle. "Mu Yunshan also frowned.

"Ling battle? Tianxiancheng Lingjia genius less master?" Nethered shocked asked.

"Yes, this is more than two years ago. At that time, Xiao Chenxiu was in the early days of Yuan Ying, and Ling Bo was in the middle of Yuan Ying. He was still defeated in Xiao Chen." Ghost Tu continued.

"I don't think the doorkeeper is so powerful!" After listening to the soul, the strongman was shocked and stunned.

Can compete with the injured distraction master, Xiao Chen's own strength is already very scary, definitely not the average person can do it.

Looking at the sky again, Zhao Feng, who has released the power of madness, quickly sacrificed a top-grade spirit chopper, and fiercely stepped on the void, turning into a blue light and bursting toward Xiao Chen.

"Hey! Ghosts and gods! Chaos swords!" Xiao Chen snorted, urging the real yuan, the body of the sword smashed and displayed, his eyes flashed hot, not to be outdone, the speed is fast, actually Above Zhao Feng.

"Hey!"

Above the sky, the fierce battle is once again kicked off, the metal is fragile, the sparks are splashing, the swords and swords are flashing, the tyrannical swordsmanship and the madness are spreading wildly, the two are fighting hard, the space is shaking, the body of the soul is all With the shaking, everyone held their breath and watched, and their faces were tense.

"It's amazing." The fierce battle, the soul of the door is like a chicken, the back is wet by cold sweat.

"Hurry! Can't see!" A meta-infant stage, the battle between the two, the amazing speed, not the Yuan Ying period can keep up, they can not only feel the power of the monk, but also look at it. I don't see the two figures.

Each of the chaos swords and swords has been displayed by Xiao Chen. The realm of the kendo is extremely high, and it is a fatal attack.

However, Zhao Feng's knife method is also not simple. Because it is more powerful than Xiao Chen, it can avoid the deadly attack and counterattack of Xiao Chen.

"The strength of Xiao Chen is really more and more terrible!" Mu Yunshan was shocked, and his face was covered with sweat.

"Xiao Chen refueling! Kill the old bastard! Everyone will cheer for Xiao Chen!" The ancient white tiger shouted.

"Xiao Chen's brother is cheering!" Mu Qing worried, and did not forget to cheer for Xiao Chen.

"The doorkeeper is cheering!"

"The doorkeeper! Kill him!" The soul door responded in a row, and picked up the two.

After a hard fight, the two each stepped back.

"Give me shut up!" Zhao Feng's flashing face swept to the soul door, crazy roaring, the more he heard the voice of Xiao Chen, the more angry Zhao Feng was, like a time bomb, exploding at any time, he was so stunned The terrible face scared everyone.

Although Zhao Feng lost his mind, but still retains a trace of sobriety in his mind, Xiao Chen's tyrannical attack, with his real yuan consumption, began to be somewhat difficult to withstand the violent violent, and more anxious.

"Old bastard, your strength is getting weaker and weaker, it seems that you have reached the limit! Your death is here!" Xiao Chen sneered, Zhao Feng's situation, Xiao Chen clear.

"Ding!"

Xiao Chen’s voice fell, and the real element in the body was once again motivated. The momentum surged three points. The fierce foot blasted out of the air. Under the shackles of a sword, Zhao Feng was not willing to show up, and swept out with a knife. The two flashed past and the moment of collision, Zhao Feng’s big knife was cut off and flew out.

At the same time, Xiao Chen showed his body, and the black gas flashed, and he appeared in the back of Zhao Feng. He shouted loudly: "The ancient world is killing the soul!"

"Not good!" Zhao Feng's face changed dramatically, his eyes flashed in horror, his body shape just stopped, Xiao Chen appeared, and the speed was fast, which made him frightened.

"boom!"

"puff!"

Xiao Chen's speed instantly multiplied, Zhao Feng had no time to avoid it, and a bang burst, the violent palm hits behind Zhao Feng, the latter spit out a blood, and his body flew hundreds of meters away.

"Zhao Feng! This is the end of your offense! Let's die!" Zhenfei Zhao Feng, Xiao Chen will be fierce and screaming, the power of hegemony is madly injected into the Excalibur, the sword is fiercely flashing blood red Rays.

"Hey!"

The power of terror is filled out from the Excalibur, and the Excalibur seems to be very excited, constantly screaming and screaming.

"Old friend! Very excited!" Xiao Chen smiled at the sword, then clasped the sword with both hands, and screamed fiercely: "Chaotic sword! Split the sky!"

"call out!"

The sound of the drink fell, and the hands waved, and the sound of the ear-stinging sound of the eardrum screamed, and the blood-red swordsman, which was nearly two hundred feet thick, rushed toward Zhao Feng with a momentum like a bamboo.

The horrible swordsman blasted out, and Mu Yunshan and other soul gates were all scared and trembling, and the soul almost flew out.

At this time, Zhao Feng, the injury was aggravated, pale as paper, extremely weak, facing the horrible swordsman of Xiao Chen's display, he was unable to resist.

"Booming!"

The **** red sword of the horror hit Zhao Feng, and Zhao Feng swooped down to the lower mountain range. A loud bang of the rumble, the explosion opened, the ground moved, the violent force spread, and the surrounding peaks collapsed.

"Zhao Feng's weak breath completely disappeared, and the guy was dying! The swordman was just too horrible! I can't imagine it." The horrified face of Nether, the look was sluggish.

Zhao Feng is flying away from the smoke, and the Gorefiend is completely destroyed!

(PS: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival~)