"Hmph! Arrogant mortal!" The opponent is a true god after all, and he is an unconquerable enemy! Nocturne spread his hands, and an invisible aura burst out instantly. The powerful air flow formed a wind wall around his body. Nalan

Hong's gold coiled dragon stick hit the top and bounced off with a loud bang. Nalan Hong was so good at lightness that he adjusted his body to an angle in the air, then flipped 360 degrees and then landed lightly on one leg and fell back to the ground.

He raised his arms to stop Wushuang.

"Brother, be careful. This guy is indeed powerful, but it is thousands of times more powerful than DS. Don't force yourself!" Nalanhong was still relatively rational.

Wushuang glared fiercely at the arrogant enemy in front of him, secretly feeling cruel in his heart, even if you are a true god, I will pull off a few strands of your beard today! Wushuang is not just talking nonsense, the reason why he dares to compete with the gods of the Western Regions

It is entirely because of his special physique that the special virus in his body has been reactivated by his rage. This mutated virus can make his energy infinitely powerful.

"Allah, you are no match for him, let me try again." Amy held her chest and gasped to persuade the irritated man.

"What's there to talk about with this perverted old man?"

"Aminai, we are going to run out of time. If it is any later, the DS will arrive, and by then we will be attacked from both sides and will be in a dilemma!" Nalanhong said.

"Please, Nocturne, let us go. My soul cannot fall into the wrong hands. What's more, Amy will use the soul in her right eye to re-seal Shurasha and will never put him back."

Human world." Amy made a praying gesture with her hands.

Nocturne smiled slightly and spoke a lot of ancient Arabic. Judging from his expression, he still didn't agree. His duty is to protect the sand mountain. How could he change his expression so easily?

"Emino, get out of the way! Don't talk to him, just do it! Just because you are a god is great, isn't it? Today, I will teach you, the real god, a lesson!" The leader is not just in vain, he wants to lead.

How can the heroes of the Northeast not have the aura to ignore death? Besides, these guys have been in danger several times with this aura in the past.

Wushuang roared and slashed with one knife. The old man didn't hide, and raised his stinky foot just to touch Wushuang's wrist. How powerful is the true god? How could a mortal resist it, but the two of them were in such a stalemate?

Still, Wushuang's wrist strength was not inferior to his at all.

"Young man, your body has been given to the devil?" The language of the Western Regions is different from that of the Central Plains, and the way of describing it is also different.

The veins on Wushuang's forehead swelled. He gritted his teeth and pressed down the knife on his wrist little by little. Then he suddenly released his strength and slashed the old man's chest with his backhand.

The god from the Western Regions began to re-examine the arrogant young man in front of him. The god's eyes could not only see through the mortal world, but also penetrate a person's body and see his internal organs. In his eyes, the palm strike he just made was clearly visible.

It has penetrated into Wushuang's body. At this moment, the divine power is entering his brain and trying to destroy his nervous system. However, an even more powerful force suddenly surges out of Wushuang's cerebrovascular vessels. This mysterious force destroys all the invading Wushuang's body.

All the aliens were squeezed out again. Not only that, this power was instantly dispersed to every corner of his body and began to repair his damaged body cells.

The old man dodged Wushuang's blade. An evil wind carried his body back dozens of meters and landed on the top of a cliff. He pointed at Wushuang and asked solemnly: "Young man, what is your relationship with Nurhachi?"

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"Humph! Isn't it a little late to know that you are afraid now? I want to ask you again, do you want to get out of the way?"

"I can let you go for Nurhaci's sake, but you have to tell me, how come you have Nurhachi's genes in your body?" Nocturne asked. It's not that he can't really beat Wushuang, no matter how powerful Wushuang is, it's just**

Mortal fetus.

The book hints that before Mo Teng became a god, he had a fight with the Houjin Kingdom, the predecessor of the Qing Dynasty, and he lost to Nurhachi, who was good at conquering and fighting. This was the second fight, and the first fight was even earlier.

, Nurhaci’s soul is a black dragon king in the Tianchi of Changbai Mountain. Legend has it that it rushed into the sky thousands of years ago, but was struck by thunder. The mortal body of Mo Teng was the one who caused the thunder. He counted to the east.

There is an evil dragon who wants to become a god. If he breaks through the sky, it will definitely bring disaster to the Western Region.

The old man's expression was just stunned for a moment, and then he released the power of the true god. This power turned into a strong wind and swept under the sand mountain. His target of attack was not Wushuang and Nalanhong, but taking advantage of both sides.

Another force that sneaked into Sand Mountain during the fierce battle.

Numbers 40 and 50 from the Nanmai Gold Touching Sect swam over from the other side. As soon as they landed, they looked up and saw Wushuang and Nalanhong fighting fiercely with an old man. ds was a master among masters, and he could tell at a glance that this old man was definitely not a mortal.

He told his men to hide quickly, and when the outcome was decided between the two sides, a mantis would catch the cicada and the oriole would follow behind. He would not hesitate to fight with God in order to get the Eye of Jelia.

Unexpectedly, God had predicted the thieves' intentions of this group of people, and released the energy in his body to kill all the thieves instantly. ds was agile and hid behind the sand pile to avoid the cyclone. When he turned around, his junior brothers had already fallen.

The ground died.

He didn't flinch, he put the pocket on his back on the ground and pulled out two poisonous blades. A pair of cold eyes were revealed under his mask, but this time his enemy was no longer the powerful Dagui Wushuang who was trying to find gold in the North Meridian.

"DS! Come and help! We will settle the score later. Let's work together to kill this old bastard first! Otherwise, no one will be able to get the Eye of Yelia!" Wushuang put aside his previous suspicion and took the initiative to send out the invitation.

"Since the two masters invited me, how can I refuse?" ds was extremely arrogant. In his hands, the two sharp blades kept spinning like a juggler, and he rushed forward with three steps and two steps at a time. ds's addition made

The entire battle situation is more balanced.

Although their opponents were gods from the Western Regions, these three men were all the best among them. All of them possessed unique skills, and they frequently put pressure on Mo Teng, forcing this true god into desperate situations several times. The sharp blade of DS

His body is covered with poison and his body is agile. He is like an elusive scorpion in the desert, making it impossible for anyone to catch him. Although Nalanhong does not have his agile beast, he relies on the golden silk coiled dragon in his hand.

The strong strength of the stick is also impeccable for offense and defense. Although Wushuang is the weakest among the three, the mutated virus in his body means that no matter how much Nocturne uses his divine power, he cannot destroy his soul. He is like an immortal.
Chapter completed!