"Zi" neither Lin Feng nor Paul expected that the scimitar would be so powerful, and it would leave a long wound on the neck of the main god. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In that short moment, the scimitar easily left a wound on the neck of the main god, and Lin Feng could see the golden blood flowing out of the main god's wound.

Lin Feng could feel that the golden blood was full of strong energy, which made Lin Feng's eyes can't help but show a hint of jealousy.

Chapter I

From the powerful blood of the main god, Lin Feng could feel the strength of the main god, far surpassing the so-called Great Perfection powerhouse.

It can be said that the Great Perfection and the Lord God are completely people of two worlds.

Holding his wounds tightly, the eyes of the Lord God showed deep bitterness, he didn't expect that person's weapon to appear here.

Looking at the scimitar hovering in the air, the eyes of the main god couldn't help but reveal a deep heat, if he could use this scimitar, how could he end up like this?

However, thinking that he could not use this scimitar, the eyes of the Lord God couldn't help but show a sigh, but this powerful weapon was something he could not use.

By the way, this kind of weapon, in the mouths of those people, seems to be called a spirit soldier. However, looking at the elf-like scimitar in the air, the main god began to agree with this statement.

The hand was released from his neck, and the original wound had begun to heal slowly, which made Lin Feng couldn't help but be a little amazed, the main god's body was really strong.

"Are you the owner of this weapon?" The Lord God looked at Paul in front of him, but suddenly asked.

Paul looked at the Lord God with some confusion, not knowing why the Lord God would say this, but thinking that he could not control the scimitar, Paul couldn't help but shake his head.

When the Lord God saw Paul's reaction, there was a strange look on his face, but as if he realized something, there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

"No wonder! It turned out to be just a knife slave. "The voice of the Lord God is getting quieter and quieter, but even so, it can still be heard by everyone in the Lord God's palace.

Lin Feng's face showed a strange look, and he took a deep look at the scimitar hovering in the air, but there was a look of enlightenment in his eyes.

Indeed, this scimitar was something that Paul had no way to control, and even Lin Feng was not sure that he could control it. Since there is no way to control the scimitar, then naturally you can only become a slave of the scimitar.

In Lin Feng's eyes, this scimitar was completely born for killing, and because of killing, this scimitar would become even more powerful.

And it may also be because of this reason that the previous owner of the scimitar will be called the scimitar killing god. The Venerable Lord still didn't react in the slightest, but Lin Feng noticed that the Venerable Lord's eyebrows couldn't help but raise.

The white-haired old demon, who was originally flying towards the main god, looked at the scimitar hovering in the air, but his figure couldn't help but stop in place.

In the face of this weird scimitar, even a strong man like the white-haired old devil did not dare to be careless.

Once careless, then what is lost is his own life, and the white-haired old devil never thought that he would die here.

Glancing at Lin Feng and the others, there was a hint of madness in the eyes of the main god, looking at the palace of the main god that had been closed, the eyes of the main god showed a helpless look.

As the master of the main god's palace, the main god naturally knew that once the main god's palace was closed, then the people in the palace would not be able to absorb the divine power again.

Even the main god has no way to absorb the power of the main god, and it was designed this way to prevent the main god from coming.

But now, the face of the main god is full of helplessness, and he completely deceived himself by doing this.

Lin Feng didn't know what the main god was thinking now, if Lin Feng knew, then Lin Feng would definitely laugh.

The scimitar swirled in the air, but Paul's body kept retreating towards the corner, and he knew that his reliance was on this strange scimitar.

But looking at Lin Feng and the others in front of him, Paul didn't think that the scimitar could resist so many strong people at the same time, for the sake of his own life, Paul was still ready to stay away from Lin Feng and the others.

Lin Feng noticed Paul's retreating figure, his expression moved, and he just wanted to say something at the beginning. But thinking of the current situation, Lin Feng still didn't speak.

As for the Lord God and the others, they didn't care about Paul's existence at all, and it can be said that it was the scimitar in the air that made them jealous, not Paul.

Paul kept retreating, cautiously, but when he saw Lin Feng and the others who didn't react, a hatred flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Looking at Lin Feng and the others, how could Paul not know? Lin Feng and the others didn't take him in their eyes at all, and Lin Feng and the others didn't care about their existence at all.

Thinking of this, Paul simply stopped hiding his figure, let go of his full speed and headed towards the corner of the palace of the main god.

It's just that in Paul's heart, he secretly made a decision, one day, he will kill Lin Feng and others!

The Lord God noticed Paul's departure, but there was an inexplicable look in his eyes, as the Lord God, as an old monster who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, how could the Lord God not guess Paul's thoughts?

However, the Lord God did not care at all, and in his eyes, Paul's fate was sealed. When Paul got his hands on the scimitar, he was already doomed.

"You all want my Godhead?" The Lord God suddenly spoke, exuding a powerful aura from his body.

Lin Feng looked at the Venerable Lord, but found that the Venerable Lord's eyes had opened without knowing what had been opened, and his eyes exuded a powerful battle intent.

"Don't talk nonsense! Let's fight! The cold voice of the Venerable Lord rang out.

As the Lord spoke, he had already rushed towards the Lord God, and a long sword had appeared in the Lord Lord's hand, and an armor had appeared on the Lord Lord's body.

The light of the power of the main god flickered on the body of the lord, making the momentum of the lord even more powerful, and noticing this, the eyes of the lord god couldn't help but show a trace of solemnity.

In the heyday of the main god, he didn't worry that someone as powerful as the lord would hurt him, but now the main god has been injured.

Even though the injured camel was bigger than the horse, the main god knew that his strength was completely less than one percent of his heyday, and the main god did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

The scimitar had taught the Lord God enough lessons, but the Lord God did not want to let himself be hurt again, and every injury was unacceptable to the Lord God.

The main god, who has already been seriously injured, can't accept that his strength has become weaker, if the main god is not serious, I'm afraid the main god will never have a chance to get out of this main god palace again. (To be continued.) )