Wang Heng's face was ugly: "I'm sorry." ”

He had been on guard, but the voice outside the house sounded too coincidentally.

Less than a minute after they entered the house, the castle tower arrived.

Nora was pinching the time to expose them to the castle tower.

Bishamon laughed instead: "It's okay, Heng, at least I know that Ebisu is not a warlock, and that's enough." ”

"As for the outside," Bishamen's eyes were full of war: "If they want to fight, then try it!" ”

Step out of the hut and look up at the sky.

Wang Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

Bishamon smiled coldly: "Just a few of you dare to convict me and Ebisu of sin?" Or will you be able to represent God's decision-making? ”

There are many soldiers in the sky, but there are only a few leaders wearing divine clothes, which shows that it is not an order of the gods.

There is still room for turnaround.

The leading god sneered: "Ebisu made a face demon, killed the artifact, the evidence is conclusive, capture the heavens, and the gods have their own conclusions." ”

Bishamen frowned: "I can take Ebisu back to heaven, but I will never be taken down by you as a prisoner." ”

There was a commotion among the castle guards, and even two of the leading gods were a little moved.

If possible, they didn't want to fight against Bishamentian, who was in the strongest echelon among the Martial Gods.

A sneer came from under the god's clothes: "That's not up to you, I don't want the warlock to kill a few more artifacts, and besides, you are also suspected of being a fellow warlock." ”

Bishamen Tian wanted to say something more, but the leading god directly stretched out his hand and shouted, "Come on, Huang Yun!" ”

Bishamen's pupils shrank: "Build the Thunder God!" ”

"Boom" thunder, a dazzling thunder dragon appeared in the sky, Jianyu Thunder God held thunder and lightning, overlooking Bishamen Tian.

Wang Heng frowned, he had dealt with the Jianyu Thunder God once, and knew that he would never be able to show up here just to catch the warlock.

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Wang Heng said in a deep voice: "Wella, go all out." The goal of building the God of Thunder should have become us, and if we don't defeat him, he won't listen to us. ”

Bishamen responded, drew his big sword, and slowly clenched it: "Heng, please." ”

Without turning her head, she said softly, "Ebisu, you stay away first." ”

Ebisu nodded and quickly left the cabin.

Jianyu Thunder God didn't look at him, let out a long roar, jumped high, and the thunder in his hand exploded, turning into a huge thunder blade, and the thunder followed, slashing towards Bishamentian with a thousand momentum!

Bishamon raises his greatsword!

"Boom" a loud bang!

The water splashes and the dirt blows up the canopy!

The hut is close to the wetland forest, and is located by a small river.

Bishamen shouted angrily: "It actually affects the present world, are you crazy?!" ”

Jianyu Thunder God sneered, and the horizontal sword was in front of him: "My duty is to fight for the heavens and the people, and it is inevitable that there will be damage during the crusade." ”

Bishamen took a deep breath and stared: "You are really crazy. ”

The force under his feet was like a violent tornado rushing towards the Jianyu Thunder God.

Jianyu Thunder God laughed wildly: "Yes! That's it! Fight! Kill! "The sword moves in his hand are no longer agile and fast, and he only attacks but does not defend at first, and his moves are vicious.

Bishamen took care of the rain equipment and waiter, even with Wang Heng's assistance, he was a little in a hurry.

"What's wrong? Bishamon?! Jianyu Thunder God's face was hideous: "Even if you fight me, do you still dare to think about preserving all the artifacts?!" That's too arrogant! ”

If you defend it for a long time, you will lose, and Jianyu Thor finally broke through the defense line of the heavy sword with one sword.

Pierced on the outer armor.

The waiter snorted, and a huge wound appeared on the waist and abdomen of the black-haired woman in the heart image.

Wang Heng's eyes gradually became cold.

He never intended to let Bishamen bear the notoriety of killing gods, so he had always kept his hands on it, and he never even had the intent to kill the artifact.

But he changed his mind.

Gods can't be killed, but what is the value of an artifact dying in a god war?!

"Wella! Full! ”

Bishamen's eyes were also full of coldness, and he kicked out, and Jianyu Thunder God didn't dare to despise this side kick with a piercing whistling sound, so he had to return to a gear, and a huge force struck, and the empty door was wide open!

Bishamen kicked out the left foot and stepped forward, and the speed of the heavy sword in his hand suddenly accelerated, raised high, and slashed hard!

The gods are angry!

"Lord!"

The lightning flashed, and the pale arc of lightning reflected on the pale face of the Jianyu Thunder God, and a thunder dragon appeared in front of him.

A sword slashed at the thunder dragon, and Wang Heng's expression was cold.

What exactly is the so-called "boundary line"?

It's more like a clash of wills!

The heart is like the world.

Wang Heng's eyes reflected the light of the thunder dragon, his expression was indifferent, he stretched out his hand, the realm was deep, he crossed the defense line, and constantly invaded!

A giant hand that covered the sky grabbed the thunder dragon and squeezed it hard!

The thunder dragon let out a terrible roar, and the thunderbolt flashed out.

The giant sword slashed, broke through the thunder dragon, cut through the divine clothes, and pulled out a deep gap in the abdomen of the Jianyu Thunder God!

A huge gap appeared in the sword in the hand of Jianyu Thunder God, and it fell to the ground, and Huang Yun showed a human form with a pale face, and his abdomen was almost torn in half.

Wang Heng was still merciful in the end.

Maybe other artifacts can be killed, but if the thunder blade is killed, there will be a lot of trouble,

But the divine clothes on Jianyu Thunder God were not so lucky, and the weapon directly cut him off with a sword.

"It seems to be called Rhino." Wang Heng muttered, looking at the waiter's heart, the black-haired woman who was silent, fortunately, the wound was not deep, but it dragged on for a long time.

Glancing at the broken yellow vessel, Jianyu Thunder God struggled to get up, and said angrily: "Huqi! ”

Another long sword appeared in his hand, and Jianyu Thunder God pulled his belt, tightened the huge wound on his waist, stared at Bishamentian, and roared: "Come again!" ”

Shoot out!

Que Qi held up the long sword, Bishamen frowned slightly, and most of her anger had dissipated: "Jianyu, do you want to die?" ”

Jianyu Thunder God laughed wildly: "What about death! It's not that I haven't died! ”

Wang Heng frowned, in the records of all kinds of materials he had read, it was true that the Thunder God had never been replaced.

Jianyu Thunder God slashed at him again, and Wang Heng could almost hear the wailing of the weapon.

There is no intention to fight.

He even needs to control the realm of the Que Weapon to prevent cutting off the other party.

The defeat of Jianyu Thunder God is enough, and killing the artifact again will only make things more and more troublesome.

But Jianyu Thunder God looked like he was looking for death, charging towards death again and again.

The most important thing is that with the loss of Huang Yun, it seems that the Jianyu Thunder God has also lost the thunder, and will only use the skills and strength of being a martial artist to attack.

The gods, having lost their powers.

Huang Yun opened his eyes with difficulty, and in his blurred vision, he could vaguely see the embarrassed figure of the Jianyu Thunder God on the left and right, and he was kicked away by Bishamen Tian or slapped out by the heavy sword again and again, but he roared like a beast and rushed forward again.

Huang Yun felt a pain in his heart.

His lord is a mythical hero.

Build! Manage! Thunder! God!

"Lord!"

"As a Doji! I've given you permission to use Thunder! ”

He cried out hoarsely, something covered his eyes, warm and warm, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood.