The military god Youkang was lifted by the young man in the air, and his armor seemed to have been severely damaged in some way, and the sound of fine "clicks" was endless.

"Holy Spirit, spare your life!"

The old man with the body of an ancient god oozed fine beads of blood on his skin, and scars were formed, as if he was suffering from an invisible thousand cuts.

The Holy Spirit turned a deaf ear to the plea for mercy until the other person's flesh was about to break into thousands of pieces.

The god of war slammed into the ground, splashing a large field of blood.

The young man walked slowly past him and said in a cold voice:

"Remember, you don't have a next chance."

……

On the battlefield of Shura, after a moment of distraction, Wang Quan's eyes were repeated and clear.

He carefully looked at the green jade sword grid in his hand, his mind moved slightly, and he threw it up casually, and a silver-white long sword came out.

Holding the hilt of the sword, a sense of familiarity arose.

He turned his head to look at the old man not far away, and said in a flat tone:

"Youkang, do you remember that this seat said that you don't have a next chance?"

As strong as the god of war, there was a moment of panic in his eyes, he couldn't tell who was talking to him now.

The young man walked towards him slowly, and along the way, the ancient gods subconsciously got out of the way, and every time they took a step, everyone had to jump with their hearts.

This is the oppression from the Holy Spirit, and even after thousands of years, sentient beings cannot help but bow down to it.

Seeing this, Yiyang forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and shouted to the old man who was still fluting:

"Youkang, what are you afraid of? He's just an ordinary monk, in the eyes of you and me, like an ant, kill him! ”

When the military god heard this, he came back to his senses, his eyes showed a fierce light, and his fists were clenched.

As Wang Quan continued to move forward, he said unhurriedly:

"Gouyang, I left for ten thousand years, and you even forgot your surname, it seems that I am still too kind to you.

10,000 years ago, you regarded the beings under yourself as ants, and 10,000 years later, you still don't change your dead nature. ”

As he spoke, the long sword in his hand did not forget to swing out, and a wisp of silver slashed across the sky, instantly imprinted on the armor of the god of war.

A stout arm fell from the sky and fell silently into the dust below.

The young man's eyes were empty, as if nothing in the world could stop him.

The ancient gods who had thought he was bluffing at first immediately fell silent, and even Youkang himself looked at the severed arm that was still spurting blood with a stunned face.

After the sword grid absorbed enough evil qi, the royal authority quietly entered the holy immortal!

……

Today's young people are already qualified to fight against these ancient gods who have lived for tens of thousands of years.

"Do you want to go back by yourself, or am I going to help you?"

The royal authority sat in the air, and a throne naturally appeared behind him.

The moment the throne appeared, everyone's hearts beat wildly again, and the chair had been smashed to pieces after the Great Soul Destroying War.

Wang Quanquan leaned on the seat, supported his cheek with one hand, and said with a smile:

"Didn't you have a wonderful fight just now, why didn't you speak?"

After a moment of silence, the Grim Reaper finally took a step forward, put away the giant sickle in his hand, knelt down and kowtowed:

"Minister, see Lord Holy Spirit."

After speaking, he looked up and pulled off his hood and continued:

"Holy Spirit, you know the villain, even if I have the courage to oppose you, all this is forced by Yiyang and Hei Shoujiao."

"Oh? So on the battlefield 10,000 years ago, you were forced to jump repeatedly horizontally? ”

“……”

The handsome but slightly obscene Grim Reaper was speechless for a while, and he thought that retreat was just a temptation, but the other party actually remembered this stubble.

On the other hand, the king's authority seems to be as stable as an old dog, but in fact, he is panicked in his heart.

He had only partially gained his memories through the sword grid, and he was imitating the Holy Spirit in his words and deeds.

To tell the truth, he has been in Bigu for many years, and now he has a vague urge to urinate.

Seeing that the gods didn't react again, he glanced at Lu Feng, who pulled out a black chain from the void and strode towards Yiyang.

When the two were less than three steps apart, the other party suddenly turned around and slapped his right hand on Lu Feng's chest.

The blazing light illuminated half of the sky, and the man who couldn't react flew out more than a hundred feet.

"Gouyang, are you still not convinced?"

"I said, don't call me Gouyang!"

Yiyang roared angrily, his blonde hair fluttering, and his body radiated a dazzling light.

"What if you regain your memory? Xiuwei is still a holy immortal, I Yiyang disobeyed you ten thousand years ago, and I still disagree now. ”

The man reached out and grabbed it, turned it into a spear, rounded his arm and threw it forward.

The spear of light was like an arrow off the string, and it was close to the center of the king's eyebrows, and the latter tilted his head slightly, and the tip of the spear pierced directly into the back of the chair behind him.

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry." Wang Quanquan stood up, his long sword unsheathed, "Today's battle, it seems that it must be fought." ”

Yiyang's face was hideous, he took up the law in his hand, and shouted a "burst" in his mouth, and the short spear immediately burst out with brilliant brilliance.

Wang Quanquan's face changed slightly, and before he could turn around, his figure was drowned in the light.

Seeing this, Yiyang couldn't help but laugh wildly:

"I know you're playing tricks, if you awaken your memory, how can you not remember my moves?"

"It's not that I can't remember, but I'm too lazy to hide, Gouyang, you shouldn't have forgotten my magical powers, right?"

The sudden sound behind him startled the man who was an ancient god.

He didn't care about whether it was elegant or unsightly, and hurriedly leaned forward to dodge Sen Han's sword qi, and at the same time, he once again condensed a light spear in his hand and threw it backhand.

Wang Quanquan didn't hide this time, let it pass through his body, his figure flashed in the air, and when he reappeared, there was already an extra arm in his palm.

Yiyang's pupils contracted violently, his feet retreated again and again, and he turned his head to look at his arm, but he was cut off like Youkang.

Wang Quanquan scratched his back with the broken arm, he didn't seem to be very satisfied, his hand loosened, let it fall underneath, and then stopped paying attention to Yiyang, turned his head to the little girl in the distance and smiled:

"Cub, if they break one of your arms, I'll break them two, can you relieve your anger?"

The little girl seemed to know him for the first time, her eyes widened, and Mu Ne nodded.

Wang Zhiquan flew to the other party's side, and the sword grid tapped at the position of the broken arm, and the black qi coiled around immediately disappeared.

He performed the repair spell again, and this time the little girl's arm was visibly regrown.

"Good, go and wait, I'm going to move in a while."

Wang Quanquan smiled and rubbed the little girl's head, the other party nodded obediently, showed his original form, and flapped his wings to leave the place of right and wrong.

……

After doing everything, the king's authority was no longer hidden, with a wave of his left hand, he summoned the yellow spring, and with a flick of his right hand, he set off the peach blossoms in the sky.

He raised his chin to look at the Spirit Exterminator Army, raised his long sword and said:

"Do you come one by one, or do you go together?"

After all, this kind of domineering behavior aroused the wrath of the gods, and one by one they opened their boundaries, roaring and rushing towards the young people.

Seeing this, Lu Yushan and the others in the distance shook their heads and showed a wry smile, although the killing god Bai Hao and the others did not see the change in their expressions, their thoughts in their hearts were almost the same.

Their Holy Spirit is really a strange person who cannot be guessed by common sense.

Seeing that the gods were approaching, the king's authority suddenly lost his talent, his body quickly retreated, and he shouted urgently:

"Spear, it's now."

"Seize the momentum!"

A faint voice echoed in the surrounding sky.

…… (End of chapter)