The king roared.

The black dragon is here.

As the shadow of the black dragon hovered, Ling Tian stamped his feet for a moment, and thousands more poison-quenching silver needles appeared on his body, circling in an instant.

The sky is filled with silver needles.

They gathered together, like a roaring evil dragon descending into the world. Ling Tian's actions undoubtedly angered the Lord Founder. He raised his hand and pointed: "Nine dragons are evil, and they are facing death, but they still don't know how to repent."

"How can I, my God, spare your life any longer?"

The traceless sword in Fang Zheng's hand erupted with cold light again, and the sudden burst of cold light was like a world-shattering holy light that continued to spread and stir.

Feeling of dominance.

The sky expands in an instant.

hiss!

Everyone at the scene was also shocked. Before they had time to think about it, they saw Fang Zheng rush out in an instant, his sword facing the long line of poisonous needles in front of him.

Boom.

The long sword penetrated for a moment, and the silver needle trembled in response, and then it became clear that the silver needle could not withstand the power of the long sword.

broken!

Blast to pieces.

The long silver needle dragon was like tofu dregs, unable to withstand the power of the holy sword in front of it, and exploded into pieces in an instant.

Rumble.

The long sword swung through the long dragon of silver needles in front of him, but in the blink of an eye, the long dragon of silver needles was completely blown to pieces, and the poison-quenching silver needle flew out again, hitting everyone present at the scene, including Qiyao's strong man.

The sky is full of silver needle residue.

Like a poisonous dragon piercing his body, Ling Tian saw it in his eyes and felt worried: "Damn it."

A damn sound.

Ling Tian rushed out, opened his hands, grabbed the commoner's holy sword, raised his head and shouted: "Thirteenth Shura Slash!"

Howling and roaring.

The sky is filled with sword light.

In an instant, the sky was full of sword light, and the long sword formations were lined up in a row, blocking the ground in an instant. The shadows of the swords were everywhere, implicating one place in an instant, and the scene suddenly regained its domineering aura.

The sword soared into the sky.

In an instant, the silver needle was blown to pieces on the spot.

Poof!

Although the broken silver needle was resisted, the silver needle carried the power of the god, which was no longer comparable to ordinary silver needles. However, in the blink of an eye, Ling Tian was injured by the power of the silver needle.

The breath poured in instantly.

The tendons also trembled, and Ling Tian could even feel that cracks appeared on the tendons. The power of the god was so powerful that it was hard to imagine.

Ling Tian's body trembled for a moment, and the long sword in front of him was already killing people. Seeing that the long sword was about to fall, the two powerful men, Jiang Xiang and Feng Kun, also frowned, and then they each made a mysterious gesture.

Jiang Xiang roared: "King Ling sets up the formation!"

at once.

A mighty beam of light poured into Ling Tian's body, and the majestic air wave that surged into his body instantly penetrated Ling Tian's body like a river.

Pfft.

A layer of golden light emerged from Ling Tian's body, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out again. The already cracked tendons faced the crazy indoctrination of the two powerful emperors.

There are more cracks.

Huge pain.

But it brought unprecedented power to Ling Tian, ​​and the power in his body seemed to be about to burst out. Under the overbearing power, Ling Tian grasped the holy sword again in the blink of an eye.

After gathering the majestic power, the shadow of the unicorn flashed out from above the holy sword in an instant, striking the Lord Fangzheng in front of him.

The Qilin and the Traceless Sword intertwined for a moment, and the beacon fire and smoke exploded in an instant, shocking the air waves, and the two powerful forces retreated. The demigods in the sea of ​​​​clouds at the scene, faced with this terrifying air wave, also had a death aura that spread throughout their bodies.

Yunhai exclaimed: "It's the formation of heroes!"

Not only Yunhai, but also several other powerful demigods were stunned for a moment: "Oh my god, what does the person who stole the treasure of my Heavenly Temple have to do with you?"

"Damn it, we have been searching for the original thief for so many years, but we didn't expect that he would be in your hands?"

...

Fang Zheng was even more surprised: "Where did you come from?"

Fangzheng wielded a traceless sword, his eyes filled with rage.

A group of heroes?

Ling Tian sneered, steadied his figure, and swung his sword again: "You are wrong. This is not a formation of heroes, but... your death formation."

Death formation?

Fang Zheng was disdainful, and without much thought, he saw Ling Tian charging towards him again with a knife. At this time, he was particularly clear in his heart that the current huge power was due to Fuxi Baojian's treatment of him.

Secondly, it is also the blessing of the two peak emperors.
Chapter completed!