"Is this the Valkyrie Fan? It is rumored to be a treasure used by Lord Zhentian Martial God when he was young, and it has unpredictable divine power! ”

"The Martial God Fan is a divine weapon that is more powerful than the Flood Desolation Sun Melting Furnace, no wonder Mu Teng did not hinder Mu Yinglong from challenging Ling Hantian, it turned out that he had such a plan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Well, Ling Hantian's strength has been greatly damaged after the previous battle, and now that Mu Yinglong also has a divine weapon in his hands, he is afraid that he is really fierce."

Li Moxuanyang was also slightly stunned, but he didn't expect that Mu Teng hadn't taken out the Martial God Fan before, but now he actually took it out.

It seems that he also hates Ling Hantian very much.

"Has the Zhentian Martial God used a treasure? What a painstaking effort. ”

Ling Hantian looked at the Martial God Fan, and couldn't help but jump his eyelids, Mu Yinglong was originally the strongest of the strong, and now he added another divine weapon.

And because of the great loss of his strength in the big battle, Ling Hantian felt a burst of danger.

However, when he has spoken, he will not retreat at such a time.

"Brother Ling, be careful. The Martial God Fan has a five-color divine light, and nothing is brushed. ”

Li Moxuan patted Ling Hantian on the shoulder, and suddenly followed the place where his big hand touched, and a vast and incomparable world power poured in.

"Well, thanks for the reminder."

Ling Hantian was shocked, and with the influx of the vast and incomparable world power, his consumption suddenly recovered to sixty percent.

Feeling the infinite power in the inner world, the entire inner world was filled with fierce sword rays.

"Brother Li Mo's sword path is really getting stronger and stronger!"

With a sigh of emotion in his heart, Ling Hantian suddenly stepped out and stood on the high platform of the square, meeting Mu Yinglong's gaze.

"Ling Hantian, you robbed me of my divine blood, today I want your blood to splash Haicheng!"

Mu Yinglong stared at Ling Hantian with a cold gaze, the Martial God Fan was suspended above his head, and with a movement of his hands, the power of the vast world condensed.

An indifferent supreme divine power permeated, although Mu Yinglong did not refine the supreme divine blood, but it was still somewhat contaminated with a little divine blood.

"Zhentian Hand!"

A big hand covering the sky fell, and the vast divine power in it made many people breathless, and they looked at Mu Yinglong with a shocked face.

"God, Senior Brother Mu Yinglong deserves to be the first person on the Tianwu List, and there is nothing to say about this combat power."

"Well, Senior Brother Mu Yinglong is the pride of our town Tianhai City, and now that Ling Hantian has consumed a lot, he is definitely not Senior Brother Mu Yinglong's opponent."

The disciples of Zhentian Haicheng were not optimistic about Ling Hantian, although Ling Hantian's strength was also very strong, but after all, he had experienced a tragic battle before, and now his strength had gone to the top of his life.

"Killing the Heavenly God Palm!"

Ling Hantian's expression was indifferent, and his hands swiped the Immortal Dao Mystery Trajectory, and the power of the vast and endless world gushed out, forming a huge palm in an instant.

It's just that this hand is not golden, but filled with countless incomparable sword momentum, as if it is not a hand, but a sharp sword.

"Ah, how can this guy still use such a powerful combat skill, and the power seems to have become different."

"Is this what he is hiding? This Ling Hantian is too powerful! ”

Many disciples of Zhentian Sea City exclaimed, obviously not understanding how Ling Hantian could exert a different power than before.

"Damn!"

Mu Teng's gloomy gaze glanced at Li Moxuanyang, he naturally knew that it must have been Li Moxuanyang's hands and feet.

Of course, he didn't dare to say anything, after all, the current battle itself was unfair.

"Hmph, Ling Hantian, let's play slowly, I'm going to make you desperate!"

Mu Yinglong looked at the battle skills of the annihilation, and suddenly laughed, raised his hands, and between the strokes, an even more terrifying momentum gathered.

"It's a pity I don't want to play with you!"

Ling Hantian's face turned cold, he raised his hand a little bit of his eyebrows, and the scarlet mark emerged, and the cold killing intent was endless.

Suddenly, the warm Zhentian Sea City seemed to enter the cold winter, and the surface of Zhentian Square condensed with ice, and snowflakes with endless killing machines fell one after another.

"It's another trick!"

Zhu Rongji saw Ling Hantian performing the Purgatory Killing Dao in the distance, and his eyes also made waves again, he was defeated by this move three days ago.

"Such a terrifying killing intent, it looks like it is the killing technique of the killing god Alayya, where did this kid learn it?"

Mu Tianpeng's eyes flashed with surprise, the killing dao combat technique is easy to make people go crazy, and become a machine that only knows how to kill.

And the killing god Alayah, it is said that it was also because of the suppression of the power of the high bloodline that he did not go mad.

Could it be that this Ling Hantian is also a high-level bloodline, a descendant of the Heavenly Emperor?

Mu Tianpeng had to think like this, if it weren't for the descendants of the Heavenly Emperor and the blood of the Heavenly Emperor, Ling Hantian would inevitably fall into the devil.

I have to say that Jiang is still old and spicy, and Mu Tianpeng actually faintly speculated on Ling Hantian's bloodline because of a killing skill.

"Zhentian God Hand!"

At this time, Mu Yinglong released his battle skills, and with a majesty that was several times stronger than the middle, he rushed towards Ling Hantian.

However, Ling Hantian flipped his hand and slashed out, rushing out with endless killing intent, and collided with Mu Yinglong's combat skills.

Laugh at!

In just a few breaths, in countless shocking eyes, Mu Yinglong's powerful combat skills were directly shattered, and the killing intent long knife slashed towards Mu Yinglong with invincible might.

"Hey, what a terrifying killing technique, Brother Priest is not an opponent at all!"

Many of the disciples' faces turned pale, even if they were far away, the awe-inspiring killing intent made them feel cold.

"Scatter for Ben Gongzi!"

Mu Yinglong's face did not change, and he saw that he was carrying one hand on his back, and the other hand grabbed the Martial God Fan and slammed it.

Brush!

I saw a flash of colorful divine light, and suddenly the long knife of killing intent dissipated into a cloud like this.

Seeing this situation, Ling Hantian couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

"Five-colored divine light!"

Qiu Chuji was suddenly startled, with an incredible look in his eyes.

This five-color divine light is rumored to be possessed by a powerful divine beast in ancient times, the Peacock Demon, and the divine light is nothing but brushing.

"Dao Chief, is this five-color divine light very powerful?"

Situ Jinhong was also frightened by the power of the Martial God Fan, and such a powerful combat skill dissipated in front of him.

"It's not just powerful, it's just against the sky. This is a kind of divine beast Peacock Demon in ancient times, this kind of divine beast, the Peacock Demon, is rumored to be a mutant of the divine beast Immortal Bird, just talking about the bloodline, it is not weaker than the current true dragon Gu Feng. ”

Qiu Chuji's expression was solemn, and his words undoubtedly shocked Situ Jinhong and the others.

The natural supernatural powers are generally very demonic, such as the petrified supernatural powers of the dark crow, the dragon chanting supernatural powers of the real dragon, etc.

The Peacock Demon bloodline is not weak True Dragon, and the natural supernatural power must also be a supernatural power against the sky, and the divine beasts from ancient times, each of which is an existence against the sky.

"This five-color divine light, it is rumored that nothing is brushed, and there are not many things in this world that can ignore it."

Qiu Chuji continued to speak, and after Situ Jinhong and the others heard this, they looked at the eyes of the Martial God Fan and became extremely solemn.