Seeing this, the man clapped his hands and said, "Amazing, amazing, even if this move is me, I'm afraid I will die if I am not careful." ”

Zhang Zifeng's cold eyes swept towards the man, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile, but it was terrifying.

"Please, don't look at me like that, we're friends, aren't we?" The man smiled.

"Then it's best that you don't interfere in my affairs next," Zhang Zifeng said.

"Don't worry, I'm just watching," the man said with an OK gesture, "I'm a pacifist after all." ”

Ignoring it any more, Zhang Zifeng held the Sword of Judgment in his hand and walked towards the palace step by step, and when he arrived at the door, he suddenly turned his sword.

I heard a deafening dragon roar.

In the next second, a bouncing dragon soared into the sky and suddenly slammed into the palace.

I only heard a loud roar, and the palace was shattered in an instant, but the sword intent never stopped, and it disappeared after flying for several miles.

I only saw that Zhang Zifeng's sword of judgment had reached the point of perfection, and this sword had actually opened up a bottomless ravine in the desert.

"A generation of golden kings, come out and die, new hatred and old hatred will be understood together today," Zhang Zifeng said lightly.

"Little brute, didn't you expect your life to be so hard?" Suddenly, I heard a tunnel under a deep ravine.

There was a loud buzzing sound from the road, and suddenly a murderous machine rose into the sky.

That's the generation of gold kings!

I only saw a generation of gold kings unkempt, like a dying old man.

His skin was wrinkled, his eyes were blank, and his whole person was cold, looking at Zhang Zifeng unwillingly.

"It's been three years, didn't you expect your body to be eroded to this point by dark pollution?" The first generation of gold kings sneered.

"You don't seem to be much better," Zhang Zifeng turned his right sword, and a ray of light rose to the sky.

I only saw a golden dragon entrenched around him, and Ling Ran, who was killing at this time, looked at a generation of golden kings and vowed to tear him apart.

Hearing this, the face of the generation of golden kings sank, as if he recalled the picture on the eighteenth floor of the bronze giant three years ago.

He never expected that the eighteenth layer of space would have been taken preemptively, and this person was still the bloodline descendant he least wanted to see.

Ji Tiantong!

When a generation of Jin Kings rushed into the eighteenth layer of space, Ji Tiantong was already waiting for him there.

No one knows what happened to the generation of gold kings that day, but today's generation of gold kings is enough to explain everything.

A generation of Jin Wang admitted that it was impossible for him to defeat Ji Tiantong now, but ......

But when his soul was about to be revealed, he wanted to take Zhang Zifeng away and die with him!

glanced at the work he was most satisfied with, the man with his face in his hand and a smile all the time, and a generation of gold kings was more critical of his ideas.

He can die, but the dragon veins of the Martial God Temple cannot be broken.

"Little beast, even if my soul is scattered today, I will die with you, come on!" A generation of golden kings suddenly opened their cloudy eyes.

Suddenly, I saw him slap out of the void palm, and suddenly the void shattered, twisted, and the storm raged.

This palm is extremely strong, and the killing intent is Ling Ran.

"It's okay for you, you were abused by me three years ago, and now you can't do it even more," Zhang Zifeng's figure exploded, and the golden dragon still flew out.

Suddenly, the law of the sword and the palm collided, the heaven and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds rose again.

This is the contest between the top god emperors.

I only saw a generation of golden kings in a dreamlike shape, sometimes in the west, sometimes in the east!

His palm technique is unpredictable, constantly looking for weaknesses around Zhang Zifeng.

But Zhang Zifeng seemed to be the king of the Ming Dynasty, just standing with one hand and shaking the law of retreat with a sword in the other.

Today's Zhang Zifeng can be said to have almost no weaknesses at all, and the golden king of that generation suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood and became short of breath.

"Little brute, you give me death!" A trace of hideousness flashed in the corner of the eyes of the generation of golden kings, and he slapped it out again with a palm.

"A generation of golden kings, you have become weaker, and you no longer have the hundredth demeanor you once had," Suddenly Zhang Zifeng looked back at everything, and there was a joking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, I saw a cold flash between the two, and the face of the generation of golden kings was bloodless.

One arm was naturally separated from the generation of gold kings and fell on the desert.

A generation of gold kings staggered back, and slapped it with one palm, but they were already poor donkey skills.

Zhang Zifeng approached step by step, and when he saw a palm coming, the sword of judgment broke through the air.

"Huh!"

Another arm flew out.

Suddenly, the generation of golden kings let out a miserable scream, and the whole person fell in embarrassment in the desert, looking at Zhang Zifeng with an unwilling face.

"What about your Qi Emperor bloodline, what's the matter, it's gone?" Zhang Zifeng's long sword pointed directly at a generation of golden kings, and the meaning was still unfinished.

Seeing this, the generation of golden kings laughed miserably, and in the end, they actually looked up to the sky and laughed.

He had already been deprived of his Qi Emperor bloodline, and he was so easily deprived by Ji Tiantong with just one move.

He hates!

He hated Ji Tiantong, he hated Zhang Zifeng even more, and he hated all the descendants of the Ji family.

The Ji family, who was once regarded as an ant by the Martial God Temple, never thought that it would ruin the existence of the Martial God Temple.

The first generation of gold kings looked at the man who was smiling from beginning to end, and the corners of his mouth outlined a proud smile.

Because he didn't feel like he was losing.

Even if he lost, the Martial God Temple would definitely not lose to the Ji family.

Why?

for he created the man.