Hedonist Sovereign

After determining that the thunderstorm offensive can repel the avatar, Qin Feng has been relieved, as long as there is no interference from the nine avatars, even if he can not kill the gods, he is sure to escape from the place with the late autumn.

"I haven't seen it. This is just a very real piece of art in my hand. Can't you see it?" Qin Feng deliberately angered him.

God is furious, in the face of many disciples of the martial art, there is a feeling of being beaten, but he really did not see that the strange stuff in Qin Feng’s hand is a real thing, because it is produced by Xingsheng Technology. The product is completely different from the real thing on the Shenzun continent.

"Your boy is looking for death!"

Under the blast, God pointed out that the index finger was popping up, but it was such a simple movement, and suddenly shot a smashing scorpion, and turned it into a sword in the void.

That is the silver sword mans, just a sword of momentum, so that Qin Feng feels his heart pressed and suffocated, he immediately stabbed a shot at the void, and at the same time sacrificed the dragon dragon Ding shadow.

Rumble!

The two strong and violent collisions brought a huge movement like a mountain shake.

Under the combo of Gun Mang and Ding Ying, they barely stopped the power of the sword. God looked like a big change, and stared at Qin Feng incredulously: "You obviously only cultivated the true spirit, why? Is there such a powerful real element?"

It’s just that God pointed out that under the simple trick, Qin Feng broke out with full resistance, and even the real elements in the body were chaotic. He realized the power of the nine-layer **** of the virtual god, but it’s too early to escape. .

Qin Feng’s pretending to say calmly said: "Whoever said that the true spirit of the six realms can not fight against the virtual god? In the end, your knowledge is too short, and it is the head of the five-star sect."

Although the realm is far less than the gods, Qin Feng’s mouth has smashed him more than a dozen streets.

The disciples of the outer court screamed and up, this is the most arrogant language they have ever heard.

A mid-modern monk dares to blame the **** of the gods? Still stepping into the peak of the virtual god, half the foot into the body of the power.

"Hey! This kid is dead and hard."

"He can only play tricks now, and he can’t beat God’s finger."

"The head of the man killed him and let him know your power!"

Qin Feng did not pay attention to the shouts of those disciples. He suddenly found that the smell of God's fingers was somewhat changed. It was not stable before, and it was even more frenzied.

He realized that God was indeed interrupted by himself when he broke through the clotting moment. Nowadays, the atmosphere is chaotic and it is easy to get mad.

This discovery made Qin Feng not know whether it was happy or depressed. He should be pleased that God was in a bad state at this time. What is depressing is that the **** of breath is already so powerful. If he is in the peak state, he does not know how powerful it is.

"Ant generation, you have to know that if there is no strength on the Shenzun mainland, it will force the dead." God pointed to the frost.

Qin Feng said with care: "I agree with you very much. In the thirteen palaces, an ant called the gods of the five elements did not have the strength to force me to kill, and I was killed!"

God's arrogant hair erected, his body raging, and the black robe seemed to contain a blower, blowing creaking.

"Oh yeah! You don't know what to do, the old man needs to smash your body today!"

God pointed his finger again, and he planned not to talk to Qin Feng again, otherwise he could be killed by this boy.

There was a whisper in the void, and at least a dozen swords and rainbows flew at this time. When the swordsman flew, Qin Feng also learned the fast-moving fingers of the gods, flying more than a dozen white swords from his fingertips. The **** of sight is screaming.

"How come you can send me a sword and a sword?"

His words caused the disciples to exclaim. Only a few of these disciples are core disciples, and only the core disciples and the elders of the sects are qualified to practice the eight-pulse sword.

Nowadays, this top sword skill that everyone has been fighting for is actually displayed by an outsider, which is more disgusting than eating flies.

The loud noise burst in the sky, Qin Feng's eight-pulse sword is still learned from God, and he combines the eight-pulse sword and the shadowless sword into a shadowless sword. However, he only realized the first few moves, and the real yuan was not as strong as the gods. The swordsmanship he issued quickly dissipated and was attacked by the attack of God.

However, Qin Feng quickly stabilized his body and strongly suppressed the blood of Shangyong. Therefore, he pretended to be calm and shouted: "The Eight-Pulse Sword is not a broken sword, what is the big fuss?"

"You asked me where I came from? At that time, in the thirteen palaces, I wanted to kill God. He immediately pleaded for mercy and took the initiative to hand over the secrets of the eight-pulse sword. Let me spare him. I have seen swordsmanship. After that, I learned it lightly and realized that it was just a broken sword. When I was angry, I would kill God and wait for someone..."

Qin Feng compiled a scorpion, the purpose is very simple, is to completely anger God.

The words played a role. When God listened to the old blood spurting out, it was caused by anger and chaos, and it actually formed an internal injury.

Qin Feng’s heart was overjoyed. He waited for this moment. He immediately threw out all the flags on the four sides. The flag was originally only the size of the palm, but it was turned into a four-sided sky barrier, and the **** was trapped in it.

"Hey! A five-level position in the district, I also want to take out the old man? Give me a break!"

God shouted from the ghost face, and followed by a burst of noise, the soul immediately appeared a crack, Qin Feng heart was shocked, this soul is trapped a lot of false gods before the monk, unexpected in God One finger is so fragile in front of you.

The loud noises are one after another, and the cracks on the soul are full, as if they are going to be broken into pieces at any time.

Qin Feng did not dare to delay, immediately took out the imprisonment, suddenly a black man spread out, wherever the light was swallowed, the look of the disciples in the outer court froze, some people still keep moving The action, even the late autumn is also beautiful, she realized that Qin Feng has to display the mysterious moves, it was fixed in surprise moments...

The center of the black man’s position is in the soul. There is a strange scream in the inside: “Hey? Is it really a real thing? You can be a true spiritual monk who can understand the 'land’ to Xiaocheng, how do you do it? of?"

Qin Feng had no time to answer the question of God's finger, and he immediately took out the glare machine.

It’s awkward!

Suddenly, Raymond was like the sea. God pointed out that the sects were covered with tumbling thunderclouds. The black and purple staggered Le Mans were all blown up in the position, forming a thunder sea whirlpool in that area, as if it were the starting point of the end of the world.

Qin Feng was stunned by this raging Thunder Sea. He realized that he was in a hurry and launched hundreds of shots of Raymond attack. These offensives are comparable to a sinister thunder, even more terrifying than thunder.

Even if it is a vain robbery, it will give the monk a chance to breathe, and this hundreds of lightning strikes almost fall at the same time, even if the **** of the **** of illusion is too much to eat.

There was a scream of God's finger in the position, and the voice seemed to be in a madness. Qin Feng knew that the other party's real yuan had long been disordered, and now it is even more chaotic under the offensive of Le Mans.

"Don't kill me!" God began to beg for mercy.

At this time, the effect of the slamming blow was dissipated. After the late autumn and the disciple of the gods just woke up, they heard his pleading, and suddenly they were shocked.

Because of the effectiveness of the imprisonment, these people have already remembered what happened just now. Everyone looked at the devastating Thunder Sea with a strange look, and the eyes fell to the ground.

"What is there? Is the head of the giant going to break through the body in the fight? It is too fierce!"

"What do you want, didn't you hear the boss begging for mercy? He was defeated by the enemy."

"The head will actually lose? How is this possible?"

The crowd can't accept the facts at hand, but it's all happening in reality.

God has long been unable to take care of the disciples of the disciples, this life is more important than the face, he is trapped in the thunder sea, feels like a smog at any time.

"I still forget that Joe Shaoxia has stopped, and this faction and your grievances can be written off." God shouted again.

The crowd screams constantly, the feeling is the same as dreaming.

However, seeing Qin Feng's look is indifferent, as if he could not hear God's pleading for mercy. In the face of such a powerful enemy of the peak of the virtual god, he would never be merciless.

"Joe Shaoxia don't kill me, I can tell you a secret!" God hurried.

Under a loud bang, it turned out that the colorful ghost face was completely shattered. Qin Feng was somewhat distressed, but he quickly calmed down. Now he understands the true meaning of ‘the world’, and the effect of the ghost face is only weakening.

Without the shackles of the position, God immediately rushed out of Leihai.

But no one can recognize him. Not long ago, a **** of high-profile style pointed to the door. At this time, the clothes were broken, and the skin was black and smoked, and it looked like a wolf.

When the disciple of God’s finger saw the horror of his head, his heart was completely desperate. They looked at Qin Feng incredulously. The young monk, who was the heart of the mind, actually extinguished the five-star mass with the help of God. door.

Although he escaped from the Thunder Sea, God was seriously injured, and the injury was not only caused by Le Mans, but also the internal injuries caused by his previous breakthrough failure.

Under the double-injury, God was arrogant and distracted, and even a real element could not be condensed.

This is the best time to kill him, Qin Feng did not rush to shoot. He became interested in the secrets of God's whispering, and the secret of a sacred monk is never disappointing.

Do not use Qin Feng to open, God also pointed out that Qin Feng does not start the reason, in order to survive, even the medicinal herbs are too late to eat, immediately said: "The secret is about the Eight Pulses."

Qin Feng’s body shot a chill. He was not interested in the Eight-Pulse Excalibur. God felt the murderous scent and continued to say: “It’s not an eight-pulse sword, but a nine-pulse sword!”

"What is the Jiumai Shenjian?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows.

"The nine-pulse sword is the highest sword skill cheat of God. It is the sword skill created by the ancestors of the martial art. It was only for various reasons that it was passed down to my generation. Only the eight-pulse sword was left. The Excalibur is a top-notch sword technique. I am willing to exchange my secret for the secret of the Jiumai Excalibur."