But why did the Demon Marshal come here?

Zhao Bing's brows furrowed, as if he was a little puzzled, but soon, he figured it out. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Oh, God!

It must have been God who thought of another way, but I don't know why God himself didn't come, but instead sent his successor, the Demon Marshal, here.

Regarding the information about the demon marshal, Zhao Bing has more or less learned something.

It was the demon commander in front of him who killed his most iron-clad brother Qin Zhan.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Bing's eyes began to glow with hatred.

"Demon Marshal?"

Zhao Bing almost gritted his teeth.

If it weren't for the Demon Shuai, Qin Zhan would definitely not die.

People are inherently dead, but Qin Zhan died too miserably.

This revenge, Zhao Bing must revenge.

The demon marshal seemed to be a little unfamiliar with the environment in front of him, and after half a sound, he reacted, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then looked at Zhao Bing and laughed strangely.

"Grimace Zhao Bing!"

The magic commander actually knows Chinese, and it seems that the level is not bad, not half jerky.

"I've finally caught you, I don't care why you're here, but since you're here, stay forever!"

The demon marshal's laughter was still the same, full of confidence, and said, "I know, I killed your best brother, but so what? If you have the ability, you will kill me! ”

"As you wish!"

Zhao Bing snorted coldly: "I want to put you to death!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Bing no longer wanted to talk nonsense with the other party.

There must be a reason for the teleportation array to appear early, but that's obviously not the point.

Whether it was God who wanted to return to the Qinchuan Continent, or the people of the Qinchuan Continent who wanted to teleport over, there was only one of Zhao Bing's.

That is to kill all these people, as long as anyone appears in the Demon Suppression Cliff, then kill them!

With his right foot on the ground, countless cracks appeared on the ground, and Zhao Bing's body shot out, his fist raised, and he smashed it with a fierce punch.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed color, and countless true elements left the Divine Mansion and gathered towards his fist, and the surrounding spiritual energy also spontaneously gathered.

This punch is earth-shattering.

This punch was made by Zhao Bing with hatred, and he didn't spare half of his hand.

But this punch suddenly missed.

Between the lightning and flint, a teleportation actually left the place, and when he reappeared, he was already more than ten zhang away, his face was a little ugly, his cheeks were swept by the fist wind, and he was in hot pain.

He is also a cultivator now, but his cultivation is more than a step worse than Zhao Bing, he was originally full of confidence, but where did he think that Zhao Bing was also a cultivator, and the true yuan was so strong.

If he hadn't teleported in time, it was estimated that this punch would have been beaten to death by Zhao Bing.

His eyes flashed, and he didn't despise it anymore, his body floated, and he fought with Zhao Bing.

The two sides fists and feet, the white ashes on the ground flew up, and the scene was a little weird, almost covering the sky and the sun, completely covering their figures.

In the smoke, there was the sound of shouting from time to time, and the sound of explosion and thunder also sounded from time to time.

Suddenly, a loud roar came, and a figure flew out, falling far away, spurting out a mouthful of blood in midair.

Zhao Bing's figure immediately flew out of the smoke and pounced towards the demon marshal.

Mo Shuai came into contact with cultivation earlier than Zhao Bing, but the achievements of cultivation are not only related to time, but also to diligence and understanding, as well as the guidance of teachers.

The reason why God taught him to practice was just to use him to return to the Qinchuan Continent.

Zhao Bing, on the other hand, was destined to deal with more powerful enemies and shoulder a greater mission, because the Dragon Lord and the Six Elders were extremely attentive and unreserved.

This is naturally a big difference in strength.

Only a moment later, the demon commander was defeated and was about to die at the hands of Zhao Bing.

Before the magic marshal landed, he clasped his hands and shouted: "Master, save me!" ”

The aura of heaven and earth began to fluctuate violently, and a golden light appeared from the void, instantly burrowing into the body of the demon handsome, and disappeared.

Demon Shuai's eyes were originally extremely frightened, but at this time, they suddenly changed, becoming a little contemptuous and angry, he looked at Zhao Bing, although the corners of his mouth were still flowing with a mouthful of blood, but the whole person seemed to have completely changed.

Zhao Bing had already rushed not far in front of the demon handsome, and when he saw those eyes, he suddenly felt a little unfamiliar.

He instinctively sensed the aura of danger, but at this point, he would not hesitate in the slightest and immediately threw a punch.

The demon marshal was already seriously injured, but at this time he suddenly grinned, he stretched out a hand, and an old voice came out of his mouth.

"Look for death!"

This voice, Zhao Bing still felt very unfamiliar, and it was definitely not the accent of the demon handsome.

Bang!

Zhao Bing's fist seemed to hit a mountain, and a terrifying force followed his fist into his body and began to destroy his meridians.

He immediately retreated, but it was too late, and his body fell out of the distance like a kite with a broken string, and in midair, like the demon commander, spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

Falling to the ground, Zhao Bing immediately crossed his knees and tried his best to dissolve the powerful force in his body.

The demon marshal did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, his body slowly became straight, and an earth-shattering aura slowly grew in his eyes.

After moving his muscles and bones, the demon marshal looked down at his body, and suddenly let out a burst of laughter.

"Sure enough, it turns out that this method really works, hahahaha!"

This is clearly the voice of God.

That's right, God's soul and power are all residing in the body of his disciple, and the demon commander at this time has become God.

Zhao Bing finally understood this, but he was a little helpless, the violent power in his body shattered his countless meridians.

Just now, he was a profound cultivator, but in a blink of an eye, he became a waste.

He stood up and tried desperately to straighten his body, but he couldn't, his body was so badly injured that it was not easy to stand.

In God's eyes, Zhao Bing was able to stand, which was also a miracle, at least he was shocked by it.

"It's really good that you can take my palm without dying, your talent is much stronger than my unsuccessful disciple, but how long can you last?"

Zhao Bing was speechless.

yes, how long can he last?

He knew very well that if the violent force in his body continued to wreak havoc and destroy, he would soon die.

But there was nothing he could do about it, except for a helpless sigh in his heart, he couldn't do anything.

This is the difference in strength.

At this moment, he was a little depressed.

It turned out that the cultivation realm was really respected by strength, and just before, he was still thinking about how to complete the mission given by the dragon lord when he entered the Qinchuan Continent in the future.

It turns out that everything is so ridiculous.

His most powerful means was the dragon blood sword in the Divine Mansion, but unfortunately he didn't have the opportunity to use it.

But at the same time, he also knew very well that in the face of God, even if he had the opportunity to use the Dragon Blood Sword, the result would not necessarily be slightly better than now.

In fact, he also has a short sword on his body, which was given to him by the six elders, that sword is very unusual, he has followed the six elders for many years, and he already has spirituality, if he uses the means of the rune master, can he win the other party?

Zhao Bing still lacks confidence in this.

He laughed dumbly.

Thinking about this now, it seems that there is no point in it.

The meridians in the body are still being destroyed, within the Divine Mansion, the plants on the grassland have begun to wither, the lake has long since dried up, and the golden vitality in the sky has begun to dance unscrupulously, as if the next moment, the entire Divine Mansion World will collapse.

Thinking that he was going to die, Zhao Bing thought of many people at this time.

Those people were his closest people, and he was very unwilling, aggrieved, and sad when they passed through his mind.

It turns out that when people are about to die, do they have such mood swings?

He laughed silly, waiting for the opposite god to make a move.

But I don't know why, God didn't do it for a long time, he put his hands behind his back, and looked at Zhao Bing arrogantly, as if he wanted to watch Zhao Bing slowly die, and seemed to be extremely confident in his palm just now.

Until this time, Zhao Bing's face did not have half a bit of anger, there was only calm.

His emotions became calmer and calmer, and finally turned to indifference.

God couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do you know that you are about to die?" ”

Zhao Bing's body was in extreme pain, but his face was still calm, without a trace of painful expression, he subconsciously wanted to nod, but he couldn't, his head moved slightly, and his heart ached, and that kind of pain almost made him frown.

He no longer tried to nod, but said calmly: "You have worked so hard to come to this world, why do you think of going back?" ”

God was silent for a moment: "Because I can't let go, and because I need someone to help me, no matter how strong my strength is, I can't be the enemy of your entire world, if I want to conquer this world, I need more people to help me, and as long as I can return to the Qinchuan Continent, my cultivation will break through in a short time, I have found a way, I can no longer be troubled by this teleportation array, and when I come again, my cultivation will not fall again." ”

"Your ambitions are not destined to be fulfilled." Zhao Bing said coldly.

"If you die, who will stop me?" God chuckled softly.

Zhao Bing was speechless.

yes, I'm dying, who can stop him?

Zhao Bing smiled bitterly and was speechless, he was more aware of his situation, of course he knew that the next moment, he would die.

"Then why didn't you kill me?" Zhao Bing asked with some confusion.

"I still have time, naturally I am not in a hurry at this time, killing you is just a matter of effort, before that, I want to make you suffer a lot, now your body is not very painful, but the real pain is still to come, after a while, your divine mansion will explode, and your whole person will be reduced to ashes."

Zhao Bing was still silent, but his eyes gradually became resolute, as if he had made a very important decision.

"Like, what you said is right, in that case, I don't have to wait any longer to die."

After saying this, a blood-colored small sword began to emerge above Zhao Bing's head, which was naturally the Dragon Blood Sword.

The dragon's blood sword hovered above his head, trembling slightly, and a faint dragon groan came out, pointing at God from afar.

God's smile froze, but he said with some surprise: "This sword is very familiar. ”

"Dragon's Blood Sword."

Zhao Bing said softly.

After speaking, his facial features distorted, and his painful expression became more and more obvious, as if he was undergoing the most inhuman torture.

Since the left and right are dead, they must die, and they must also die on the battlefield of the charge.

This is the ancestral motto of the Zhao family, and it is the original words that the old lady Zhao said at the beginning.

Zhao Bing remembered this, the Zhao family, if they want to die, they will die on the road of charging.