The top of Heavenly Sword Mountain

The three figures stood peerlessly, and there were terrifying divine thoughts fluctuating behind the three of them, and Qian Lingxue and Bibi Dong had endless anger in their eyes, as if they were eager to devour Chen Xiaoming alive.

And Tang San was slightly solemn at the moment, glanced at Qian Lingxue and Bibi Dong on the other side, and then at Chen Xiaoming, who got up slowly and calmly.

Even though he had already become a god, Tang San found that he still couldn't see through Chen Xiaoming's details, and now Chen Xiaoming had an illusory mist around him, blocking his divine thoughts.

However, there was one thing, Tang San could be very sure, Chen Xiaoming asked himself to come here, and he definitely didn't help him resist the two of them.

After getting along for so many years, Tang San still knows a little bit about Chen Xiaoming's personality.

To put it nicely, it is called a lifetime of war, and it never stops.

To put it mildly, it means that he has been pretending to be forced, or on the way to pretending to be forced.

For this, Tang San realized after his death, thinking of the battle of becoming a god that Chen Xiaoming had said, Tang San felt that it should be today.

"Step."

Chen Xiaoming got up and stepped on the void in one step, the faint spatial fluctuations went around, and his figure flashed, already standing in the middle of Tang San and the others.

"After waiting for you for many years, today you have finally become gods!"

When the words fell, Bibi Dong's expression changed, and the deep meaning in Chen Xiaoming's words seemed as if he had known that he would become a god.

With such self-confidence, Bibi Dong felt like he was stepping into the trap of others, and he couldn't help but be cautious.

"At this moment, on the continent, there are only the three of you who can become gods, so I won't wait any longer."

sighed lightly, after waiting for many years, Chen Xiaoming didn't want to waste more time here, although the small goals set back then were not achieved, but the calculation couldn't catch up with the changes.

Can the Nine Ten Thousand Years Soul Ring beat the gods, and if you have the opportunity to come back and try it again in the future.

His gaze swept over Tang San, Bibi Dong, and Qian Lingxue, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, at this moment, the strongest three people in the continent gathered, and it was time to start.

"Little San, let's shoot with them, I said back then that I would wait for you to become a god, and today we are together."

In the last battle, Chen Xiaoming didn't want to leave any regrets, the words fell, the soul power in Chen Xiaoming's body surged, a silver wooden gun appeared in his hand, his figure flashed, and he went straight to Tang San.

"Teacher Chen, you .........."

"Haha, junior, if you don't make a move, I'll make the first move."

Knowing what Tang San's personality was, Chen Xiaoming had to do this in order to pull Tang San in, the dragon spear in his hand flashed silver, and a murderous aura permeated the air, and the terrifying fluctuations on it converged a little.

"Bang."

Tang San's expression changed, the Seagod Trident in his hand waved, the divine power in his body surged, and he received a hard blow, a majestic force came from the Seagod Trident, Tang San's face changed, and there was a look of shock in his eyes.

"It's not good to keep your hands, otherwise, I don't care if I get hurt."

Chen Xiaoming chuckled, and under the turbulence of the space in front of him, the figure disappeared again, appearing on Tang San's side, and the dragon spear in his hand was pointed out again, heading straight for Tang San's door.

"Not good."

With a stabbing blow, a bit of phantom light and dark silver light condensed on the tip of the spear, and Tang San felt the threat from this blow. The divine power in the body exploded, and the azure light enveloped the Seagod Trident, and the terrifying power erupted from the artifact.

"Boom."

The terrifying shock wave spread out, and Chen Xiaoming's figure flew out upside down in an instant, but it was unscathed, and he couldn't help laughing in his mouth.

"Haha, come on, let me see the power of the sea god."

Taking advantage of the moment of flying upside down, Chen Xiaoming's eyes flashed, his body turned, his hands trembled slightly, and two silver rays of light flew out, heading straight for Qian Lingxue and Bibi Dong, who were watching the play on the other side.

"Ding, ding."

Seeing the attack coming, Qian Ling Xue and Bibi Dong were stunned for a moment, and then anger appeared in their eyes, and their divine power exploded, resisting the two silver rays of light.

"Chen! Small! Bright! You ......"

"What are you, don't you want to seek revenge on me? Don't do it now, wait when! ”

Opening his mouth to interrupt Qian Lingxue's words, Chen Xiaoming provoked Bibi Dong and Qian Ling Xue at the moment, wanting to sit on the wall and watch the fire, sit and watch himself defeat Tang San, and then make a move, how could there be such a good thing.

Bringing the three of you together isn't meant to break them down one by one.

The figure flashed, Chen Xiaoming didn't care about Tang San, and turned around towards Qian Lingxue and Bibi Dong.

"If you don't make a move, then I'm welcome."

Bibi Dong, who has never spoken out, flashed with cold killing intent in her eyes, and she became a Rakshasa god, but she wanted to try Chen Xiaoming's strengths and weaknesses, what kind of capital did she have, and dared to say such a big thing.

"Arrogance!"

The figure flashed, Bibi Dong moved, her eyes instantly turned turquoise, in that turquoise, there was a layer of black like a spider's web, which looked extremely weird, and a huge purple-black scythe appeared in her hand out of thin air.

The purple divine power light flowed, and the sickle instantly became a hundred meters in size, a chill flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, the purple scythe slashed across the sky, and the divine thoughts were condensed on the scythe, and a unique aura instantly surged towards Chen Xiaoming.

An extremely cold and evil divine thought erupted, and Chen Xiaoming couldn't help frowning, the feeling seemed to make him fall into the Infernal Hell, and his body was imprisoned.

"Hmph, die."

Seeing that Chen Xiaoming was imprisoned, Bibi Dong showed no mercy in his hand, and directly aimed the sickle at Chen Xiaoming's head, Tang San, who was fighting for a while, was stunned and wanted to make a move, but he felt a strange spatial fluctuation.

"Buzz ......"

The purple scythe slashed through the space, and the space around Chen Xiaoming's body moved slightly, as if the lake was cut by the scythe, and the ripples went around, and when it swept over Chen Xiaoming's body, a silver light bloomed, and Chen Xiaoming's body seemed to merge with the space, twisting with the ripples.

Bibi Dong, who originally succeeded in one blow, was slightly stunned when he saw it, and his attack seemed to cut through the air, causing no damage to Chen Xiaoming at all.

"How is this possible?"

His own attack, even a god could not be blocked so easily, what Chen Xiaoming did, Bibi Dong didn't see it, and for a while, he couldn't help believing Qianyue's words.

At this moment, not only Bibi Dong was stunned, but even Tang San and Qian Renxue were also stunned.

It seems that Chen Xiaoming seems to be standing still, allowing Bibi Dong to slash and be unscathed, which is natural for them who have become gods, to understand the difficulty.

No matter if it is Qian Lingxue or Tang San, they are confident that they will not be able to do this step.

The space moved slightly, Chen Xiaoming's body seemed to come out of the space, and he glanced at Bibi Dong indifferently, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

"Alas, you are too weak, I better become a god and fight with you."