The skirt of the goddess is the magic weapon of the sixth generation of the Golden King.

A terrifying title with the strongest shield.

If this divine weapon is in its full form, it can almost be said to be a nightmare for Qi warriors.

Simply because it neutralizes any ranged attack.

The red dress on the woman's body is a corner of the skirt of the goddess of the sixth generation of the Golden King, and it can also block Zhang Zifeng's killing intent that he can now swing a sword, which shows how terrible the goddess skirt in its full form is.

It's a pity that after all, it's just a hint of the skirt of the goddess.

"Bastard," the dead silence of the world, the woman's angry voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the sword intent skyrocketed.

"I am the Yang Yin King of the Martial God Temple, just an ant, I want these lowly slaves, kneel down for me as a matter of course!" The woman said proudly.

"Really?" Zhang Zifeng held the sword of judgment and walked towards the woman step by step.

It was not only Zhang Zifeng who was facing the approach of a powerful killing machine, but the challenge of the martial arts of the new era to the Martial God Temple.

The woman was furious, her black hair was flying, and she would never allow anyone to challenge the dignity of the Martial God Temple.

"Kneel down for me, I won't die, right away!" The woman said excitedly.

Zhang Zifeng smiled evilly, and suddenly the pace and frequency accelerated.

A sword swept and descended strongly.

The woman's face changed, and the mountain above her head was cut off, which frightened the woman's delicate body.

This sword is Zhang Zifeng, the answer of the descendants of the Ji family to the Martial God Temple.

"Look for death! Mole ant," the woman stepped on her front foot, and her figure plundered Zhang Zifeng close to the ground, her sword intent was so strong that tens of thousands of swords came together.

"Hmph, I just like to see the unstoppable, wait for me to be trampled underfoot!" Zhang Zifeng's smile was even stronger, and the sword of judgment in his hand was like a shadow, and he also swung the sword as a move to block, not losing half a point.

Seeing the scene full of chickens, sweeping in all directions, and the earth vibrating, the solemn color on the face of the Yin Silver King increased a point.

He didn't dare to imagine that Zhang Zifeng, who was originally used as a doll by himself in the Martial God Temple, had grown to such a terrifying point now.

First, he took the lead in challenging the dignity of the Martial God Temple, and then he didn't know what means to use to kill the noble son of the Martial God Temple.

And now he can fight back and forth with Yang Yinwang.

No, not back and forth, but suppression!

", why is this happening, this kid's speed and strength are still climbing, what a terrible fighting talent, this kid is showing?" The Yin Silver King glanced at the Sword Immortal with jealousy, and secretly clenched his fists.

Obviously, he has been suppressing the Martial God Temple in the new era, but now it seems that he has no advantage at all.

"Do you just know why?" Suddenly, the Sword Immortal smiled and spoke, "Do you want to know why he suddenly became so strong?" ”

The Yin Silver King was solemn and said, "If it is just the fusion of the twin bloodlines and the soul vein protection body to reach the Eight Heavens of the God King Realm, and then cooperate with the Sword of Judgment, it is impossible to suppress the Yang Silver King to this point, is it something else?" ”

"Quenching the body, because this kid has been quenched," the sword fairy squinted his eyes and said, "Because of the quenching body, the fourth order of his Ji family's bloodline has become very terrifying!" ”

It can be said that among the descendants of the Ji family, if it is just a simple confrontation in the fourth order of the Ji family, Zhang Zifeng can be called the strongest now.

Quenching not only adds Zhang Zifeng's body, but also more perfectly refines the shortcomings of Zhang Zifeng's body.

In addition, the bloodline of the Ji family is a natural melee overlord, and there is no doubt that the strength of the woman who fights him in close combat is greatly reduced.

"I see," Yin Protector's eyes froze, and suddenly the corners of his mouth outlined a sneer that was difficult to detect.

Looking at the battlefield again, Zhang Zifeng and the woman have entered the white-hot stage.

The woman's sword intent was faster, and Zhang Zifeng was not to be outdone but followed.

It seems that it can be surpassed, but it is just following closely, this feeling is simply naked flirting for women.

"Just a slave, less proud!" The woman was delicate, grabbed her body, and sealed her throat with a sword.

Zhang Zifeng's eyes froze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely bright.

This sword grabbed the woman's loophole with lightning speed, the sword was vertical and horizontal, and the body was thousands, and when it came to the woman, it merged into one, and finally a sword flew out.

"Bang!"

Jian Qi slammed into the woman's abdomen, and a crack appeared in the red dress again.

The woman's eyes froze, her face turned pale, and the sword made her gasp, and the friction of the broken ribs in her abdomen made him sweat coldly.

But Zhang Zifeng didn't know how to cherish the jade, and then there was another sword, and the woman's right arm slashed through the carcass and fell to the ground.

did not stop, as if some kind of vulgar and evil taste, and Zhang Zifeng, who seemed to deliberately humiliate the woman, never fell to the same position of the woman with every sword.

Thighs, abdomen, shoulders......

The blood-colored dress flying in the sky resembles a woman's dignity, constantly decreasing under Zhang Zifeng's sword.

In the end, the woman had been completely suppressed by Zhang Zifeng's amazing fighting talent to the extreme.

"Boom!"

I only heard sparks flying, and the woman's soul vein sword was picked away.

Zhang Zifeng pointed a sword at the curve below the woman's collarbone, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "How is it, I'm just an ant?" ”

“！” The woman's eyes were on fire, but facts speak louder than words, Zhang Zifeng really defeated herself.

Defeat a myth, defeat a quasi-god emperor!

Even if Zhang Zifeng had a divine weapon in his hands, he couldn't hide Zhang Zifeng's amazing combat talent and terrifying cultivation speed.

"I am willing to lose the bet, now I am Lao Tzu's maid, come and call the master to listen?" Zhang Zifeng joked.

He just likes to see the appearance of these high-ranking people in the Martial God Temple being ruthlessly trampled under his feet.

The woman's chest rose and fell violently, her perfect face revealed a rosy face, and her red lips were clenched and suddenly outlined a sneer.

I only saw her slender and full, elastic jade legs stepping on her front feet.

"Poof!"

The sword of judgment was actually three points into the flesh, and it was dripping with blood.

“？！” Zhang Zifeng was surprised.

I saw the sword of judgment piercing deep into the woman's chest, and the woman's face did not change, and she said, "Even if I die, I will not be a dog for a lowly slave!" ”

"Poof!"

Blood splattered again, and the sword of judgment pierced the woman's chest.

"This madman," Zhang Zifeng withdrew the sword of judgment, and secretly admired the character of this hot girl.

In the end, the woman fell in a pool of blood, and her pride was written on her face.

She seemed to be saying, what, even if you beat me?

I'm dead, and I won't be a maid!

But......

The corners of Zhang Zifeng's mouth outlined a wicked smile, raised his eyebrows, and said, "I don't want to be my maid even if I die, just to protect this noble self-esteem, then I won't let the master die today." ”

Zhang Zifeng directly hugged the woman, raised his eyebrows to admire the figure of this superb woman, and said leisurely, "Because it belongs to Lao Tzu, I can do whatever I want!" ”

After saying that, a green light lingered in Zhang Zifeng's palm, stretching out to the woman's muzzle.