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Behind him, a girl walked out behind the original standing position of the little eagle, but the corners of her mouth were a little sad. But her eyes were as determined as those of an adult......

How powerful is Uncle God Killer?

Zhang Haoran himself didn't know how to describe it......

Phantom Niang's expression was solemn, and the corners of her mouth were bloody.

At the same time, her hands danced left and right, and the nine exquisite autumn wave cold shadow swords moved with the dance of his hands, one after another as if dancing.

However, this dance is cold and sharp, and it kills blood.

"Nine swords kill the world!"

Whew......

The nine long swords made a sharp sound when she threw them out with both hands against the opposite god, and the snow-white long swords that could reflect the human figure as white as a mirror roared away.

Flying and crossing, the sky is full of wild horses, like pythons hunting sheep aggressively, running wildly. The momentum shook the sky, so that many of the mandarin beasts in the distance turned into humanoid beasts to look at it in amazement, and their hearts were even more inexplicably afraid of the nine sharp swords.

Although the sword was a sword, they could feel a king's breath on it. That kind of powerful and wanton plundering, that kind of sense of contempt across the world and the world, is definitely not fake.

"Roar!" Suddenly, just when many reckless beasts were at a loss, a sound that was not in harmony with the sharp sword came from far away from the middle of the nine long swords, getting closer and closer, and then looking, it was a huge beast phantom that appeared in it.

Nine swords plundered the heavens and the earth, rampant.

The sound of swords in the sky, or the dragon or the tiger or the lion phantom is together, and the roars are deafening one after another. The nine Heaven and Earth King Beasts surrounded the killing gods, only a large basin of blood was opened, and the fangs were full of fangs, and the wind was making waves.

The situation is critical, and the lightning is shining. But Uncle Killing God was dressed in silver armor, and in his hand was the same nine-song silver spear as Zhang Haoran. Just as the nine long swords were rushing and sweeping, I saw him holding the nine curves upside down in his hand, and the qi around him was full of energy, enveloping him like flames.

The white flames burned like fire and mist like clouds.

Airplanes!

Just when the flame-like aura appeared, the power of the nine long swords with the lion tiger dragon was actually blocked out like this, and there was no progress!

"How could it be ......" Phantom Niang looked at the scene in front of her, frightened.

After fighting here for a year, now her cultivation has reached the ninth level of the Killing Realm!!

used her most powerful move, but she didn't even have a chance to get close to the body of the killing god. This uncle...... Terror!

"Retreat!" Uncle Killing God said indifferently, the flames around his body instantly soared, and all the nine long swords were shocked and dissipated, leaving only one long sword with cold light flying, flying upside down in front of Phantom Niang, standing in the void, levitating with a sound.

The sound was the hum of a long sword, a buzzing and trembling sound.

Phantom Niang lost...... In a year's time, she fought more than 10,000 moves, and she didn't force Uncle God to take a step!

"Stick sweeping the country!"

Wukong appeared like tearing the sky, raising the stick with both hands, leaning back like a reverse bow, his body paused, and he rebounded violently, and the stick in his hand shattered the air and whirred, and smashed it at the god-killing uncle!

"Broken!"

The size of the stick was in hand, but at that moment, the stick was magnified hundreds of thousands of times, and it turned into Optimus Prime to cover the sky and the sun, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Retreat!"

Uncle Killing God looked at his eyes slightly, and the silver spear in his hand was picked up on the horizontal bar, and he gently blocked and picked up, Wukong even brought a stick, and the whole person was bounced hundreds of meters away, castration was not left, and he was still flying out far away.

At this moment, Su Feisheng appeared behind Wukong, and his right hand was palmed against his back, which was able to stop Wukong's body, which was originally about to fly for thousands of meters.

"Brother Su......" Wukong's muscles hurt all over his body, as if he was about to fall apart. At that moment, he felt like he was going to be torn apart.

"Haoran's senior is really powerful, will Haoran be as strong as him in the future?" Su Feisheng smiled bitterly.

It's been a year, and they've been attacking the Killing God together for a year, and they haven't forced him back half a step! And from the beginning to the present, he doesn't know whether it is better to make Su Feisheng hate or be angry.

Powerful, powerful to the point of completely ignoring their attacks. Zhang Haoran had just gone to attack and was also shocked a hundred meters away, and now he is cross-kneeling to breathe his injury. Compared with the past, Zhang Haoran's cultivation has broken through the fifth level of the Killing Realm and reached the sixth level of the Killing Realm. And they also benefited from breaking through to the ninth level of the Killing Realm. But......

In the face of killing gods, they always feel that they lack confidence and have no successor.

"Yes. Wukong put away his past laughter and nodded with a heavy face.

"I'm going!" Su Feisheng smiled, his body jumped into the air, and the aura on his body suddenly became louder. Red breath, the ghost diffused the aura around his body and turned into flames. It's not much different from the flames on Uncle Killing God. It's just that his is ghostly, the red armor is red, and the breath is red.

"A thousand armies swept away!"

Su Feisheng was fierce, his body swept away, and the hundred birds in his hands swept across the sky with phoenix spears, like a thousand troops, and his voice was like a golden iron horse. At one moment, a hundred spear phantoms appeared, and after a fierce retraction, they all closed and turned into a spear figure, snorting at the killing god to assassinate the past!

"Retreat!" The killing god still didn't move, one word retreated, it had already made them retreat for a year! The hundred birds stabbed at the phoenix spear at this moment, but they still couldn't get half a minute against the white invisible flame aura.

"Wear!" Su Feisheng instilled the power of a hundred birds and a hundred tigers into the phoenix spear, and his whole body was tilted like a dragon to kill a dragon, and the bird and phoenix spear in his hand were faintly birdsong, and they rose up.

Burst!

The hundred birds made a point towards the phoenix spear, and when Su Feisheng's strength was all instilled in it, he finally made a little progress when he attacked with all his strength. But......

"Shock!" The sound was like thunder, and there were few earth-shattering sounds. In an instant, the heavens and the earth shook, and Su Feisheng's body was like a meteor reflection, and he went a hundred kilometers.

As soon as the shock came out, Su Feisheng was shocked away, and smashed on the Sword Peak at great speed, and there was a bang, and the shaking Sword Peak buzzed and shook.

"Damn!" Su Feisheng's eyes were blood-red, and then the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear in his hand was held by him with both hands, and he looked up to the sky and roared.

"Kill!" Su Feisheng said, and the hundred birds spun around towards the phoenix spear and held it in his hand, and then he turned around and spun around and bombarded the killing god uncle again.

Hundreds of birds roared at the phoenix spear, and the sound was like a giant bird soaring into the air. With a bang, the spear transformed, and a red fire phoenix appeared.

Chicken head, swallow's jaw, snake neck, turtle back, fish tail, five-colored. The flames around the body are swishing, the whole body is red and dazzling, the scorching sun and high temperature rise suddenly, the chirp rises, and a hundred birds worship.

"Oh, the Firebird Burning Plain, I actually know how to control the soul of weapons...... "Uncle Killing God changed a little for the first time. It is not easy to use the attributes of your own weapons. There is no one in 10,000!

He didn't expect that there was such a person by Zhang Haoran's side, and at the same time he was a little pleased with Zhang Haoran. It wasn't difficult for him to walk from a mortal to this place. Especially by his side, he has always had these different friends.

It's just that if he wants them to continue to be strong, he can only suppress them again and again.

"Scatter!"

With the silver armor of the god of killing on his body, he turned around for the first time. Turning around, the silver armor shone in the light of the fire, like the god of flames descending into the world, the red sun, the setting sun.

But seeing the silver spear in his hand, he crossed left and right, and the white light of the cross shattered the air, and when he touched the firebird, the firebird that was scattered was divided into ten thousand, and it dissipated in an instant. At the same time, the body of Su Feisheng and the Hundred Bird Chaofeng Spear in his hand was revealed, and with a final bang, he was smashed away and fell to the ground, with a bang.

The ground cracked and cracked into a net. Rockslides and shadows splashed and injured people, bombarded trees, and skimmed grass.

The dust and smoke rolled up, curling and roaring, like a reckless green mountain into a huge shadow, furious, suspended in the air, extremely hideous and terrifying.

Zhang Haoran got up, with the elixir, the injury was healed quickly, and it was indeed the best Danzhuang that the Tiger Overlord had planned hundreds of years ago. It's a pity that in the end, it all became his Zhang Haoran's bag. Perfected him, beautified him.

Click......

When he got up, the silver armor stretched out his strong body like a man who had just woken up, and there was a crackling sound, making Uncle Killing God turn around and look at Zhang Haoran.

"And you. Uncle Killing God smiled, a rare smile.

That is still Zhang Haoran can persist for more than a year, defeated and still able to stand up, still attack, and still grow.

"Haha...... And us!" Zhang Haoran shook nine songs in his hand, and Ning Caishen and others on the Sword Peak got up one after another, galloping through the sky and the earth, and the human sword was one.

"Woo Woo ......"

Ten thousand swords broke through the air, like meteors smashing to the ground, dazzling and amazing. It made Zhang Jiajun, the reckless beast Xuanwu and others who were watching the battle frightened, and their big mouths opened and did not close for a long time.

Xuanwu never thought that the battle could reach this level, the extreme. It's completely beyond imagination.

In the sky, ten thousand swords flew together like thousands of troops, thousands of horses, and tigers roaring, with an overwhelming and magnificent momentum.

"It's useless, it's already the third thousandth time!" Uncle Killing God smiled, and with the silver spear in his hand, the flames on his body suddenly turned into a killing word.

As soon as the killing word came out, it suddenly became bigger and swept straight away, and the bodies of Ning Caishen and the others were all blocked, and they were scattered. The eight sides dissipated and disappeared, like sparks hitting stones, and the group scattered and flew away and disappeared.

"Uncle, I'm here!" Zhang Haoran had already itchy hands. There is a healing pill, although it can't make his cultivation soar, but he can take one when he is injured, and the injury is very good.

This undoubtedly allows Zhang Haoran to survive a hundred battles, as long as he can endure the pain, he can fight happily when his body is better. The actual combat made his strength break through to the sixth level of the Killing Realm, and now there are faint signs of breaking through to the ninth level of the Killing Realm.

Therefore, Zhang Haoran is eager to fight, happy, as long as he doesn't die, he can recover in a short time with the elixir.

He's a drug addict!

"Come!" Uncle Killing God closed his eyes slightly, and the silver spear reached Zhang Haoran.

"Nine Songs Looking for the Dragon!" around his body, silver light flashed. Zhang Haoran's body chased the moon and stepped on the clouds, his breath was fierce and domineering, high-pitched like a cloud, and his voice broke the sky.

(Enlightenment Book Network.)