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Breaking his eyes, he was drunk and picked up the lamp to see the purple sword heart of the sword worker condensed the purple sè light in the sky, shining in the dark night, sending out an infinite roar and slashing!

Song Wushen's eyes were cold, he didn't dodge or dodge, and his wrong hand fell apart. Zhenyuan is like a high-speed flying dragon, spinning out even more fierce slaughter!

Zhen Yuan rushed to his face, Wang Ce felt suffocated, and his writing head was about to be crushed by this momentum. The battle spirit combined with the chrysanthemum east fence formed an external gang qi and intercepted a line.

Boom! Two successive lines of defense were shattered on the spot, and Wang Ce's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were bleeding, and his bones were about to fall apart, and he collapsed on the ground.

The earth exploded, and a black shadow leapt up from the ground.

Where he flew, Song Wushen was caught off guard, and a blood mist soared out of his body. With a muffled snort, a palm in the air, the sky fell apart, the thorns that succeeded in the sneak attack sprayed blood, and a mountain range behind him disappeared as the background, which was especially full of horror.

The Sword Saint and Ji Qianyu felt extremely trembling, and took a heavy breath to contain the fear in their hearts. This is the Martial God!

The power of the martial god is definitely worthy of the saying that the gods among the warriors: there is no need to be fancy, there is no special emphasis, it is a random punch and kick, and it also has earth-shattering power. It's terrifying.

"Up!"

Ji Qianyu and the Sword Saint gritted their teeth, each released the war spirit, and shouted in a low voice: "It's up to you." ”

Each of them has a war spirit that has reached the primeval upper level, and his spiritual intelligence is incomparably complete, and he is really the same as a human. As soon as they were released, the faces of the two primeval war spirits quickly changed, and they smiled solemnly and bitterly: "You didn't let me accompany you to death!"

"If you want to die, then die. The two Great War Spirits glanced at each other, and with a wry smile, they resolutely concentrated their most powerful power together with the Sword Saint and branded them towards the Song Martial God.

Song Wushen hugged the stone wall, took a big breath, and looked at the two of them fighting the spirit of the Second Battle, the four great divine powers of the Martial Emperor, that is, the Supreme Martial Emperor!

If it was when he was in his prime, he would never care about this, but his strength had been greatly reduced.

Wang Ce took a big breath, barely stood up, and when he saw this scene, he froze his mind. Release Xin Qiji and Lu You, temporarily swap places, and put Lu You into the spirit pattern.

Two primeval war spirits, two supreme martial emperors.

Today, there are definitely few people who can have such a terrifying lineup, even if it is the Martial Emperor, there are definitely not many people with the primeval war spirit, let alone the upper rank. It is the Supreme Martial Emperor, and nine out of nine will not have an ancient upper-level war spirit.

If it weren't for Ji Qianyu and the Sword Saint breaking through to become the Supreme Martial Emperor, and joining forces with many Martial Emperors, killing the Ghost Emperor, and letting the War Spirit devour and cultivate, it would be difficult for the War Spirit to reach such an amazing cultivation realm.

Even if it is as strong as the "Son of Forgetfulness" and others, it is almost impossible to have an ancient upper-level war spirit. From this point of view, it is absolutely better to say that the Sword Saint and Ji Qianyu are the first masters of the Nine Talks.

The Supreme Martial Emperor, coupled with the Ancient Upper Rank War Spirit, is definitely His Majesty the Martial God, the most supreme power.

For a moment, Wang Ce said loudly: "Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night!"

The Yellow River Heart Phase was beaten to pieces, leaving only the Purple Sword Heart Phase and the Brush Heart Phase. The old man Lu You, who had barely reached the lower level of the primeval cultivation, launched the psychic skill that Wang Ce valued the most!

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight!

The heart of the brush swayed and turned into the brilliance under the starry sky, and instantly condensed on the body of Song Wushen.

Song Wushen suddenly felt a kind of imprisoning power that made him lose his mind and be angry.

Temporary, if only for a moment, confinement. This is exactly what Wang Ce attaches the most importance to among the three major psychic skills of Old Man Lu You. He imagined many times that with this move, with the one-knife killing of Ren Kill, it would be the most perfect.

Unexpectedly, I didn't have time to cooperate with Ren Kill. I actually cooperated with Master first!

Wang Ce smiled bitterly and laughed at himself.

The imprisoned skill of the sons of the heart.

If Song Wushen was at his peak, he would not be able to trap him at all. But at this moment, he was briefly imprisoned for a moment before he broke it.

In an instant, it was also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the two great martial emperors and two great war spirits.

The Sword Saint and Ji Qianwan were defeated, and in an instant, they were engrossed, and the strength of their bodies was infused into the weapons, and their breath was overwhelming!

An unprecedented burst of light illuminated the night.

The sand that doesn't leak!

This terrifying sword god three forms suddenly burst out, and the light shrouded a radius of fifty miles.

Almost everything has been reduced to a dry desert. The sun is blazing so hot that everything burns and everything turns to ashes. This is the sand of the Sword Master, and it is amazingly domineering.

In the desert, the most violent hurricane blew up, and every wind was like the sharpest sword qi, tearing everything to smithereens, tearing them into powder, this is the infallible sand of Ji Qian's defeat, fierce and unparalleled.

and Wang Ce's unleakable sand, there are similarities and differences.

The two primeval upper-level war spirits and the two great martial emperors have been old friends for hundreds of years. Even if it is death, he is willing to die with them, and at this time, he gathers a body of spiritual power and bursts out the most powerful battle spirit technique.

The earth collapsed as quickly as if it had decayed, and the mountains were like sand towers. The wind swept the clouds, and the fly ash was like a fog.

Wang Ce's ears couldn't hear any sound, it was like a black hole that swallowed up all the sounds.

In the midst of this unusual, unusually creepy and frightening quiet. Song Wuchong suddenly laughed hysterically...... The body is full of rice and mang, and he throws a punch.

The firmament cracked and shattered like glass.

Mountains collapse and rivers flow backwards. Unexpectedly, the heavenly river is against the current, and all the cold and hot water is turned into the sky.

It turned out to be the water of Lethe!

Song Wushen's disdain soon melted like ice and snow, condensing into shock and incredulity, "Master, believe me: the three styles of the Sword God are one move and three styles, and if they are performed in series, they will be complete!"

Ji Qianyu had a sentence that his apprentice had said in his heart, and he let out the deepest roar with the Sword Saint, and at the same time cast the water of Lethe. And then......

Song Wushen's eyes were filled with gorgeous flowers on the other side, and the sè of shock and horror instantly flowed irrepressibly: "God Three Styles, Flower of the Other Side!" In his time, there was no such thing as the Sword God Three Styles.

The brilliance overshadows everything.

The smoke cleared, and the brilliance dissipated. The heads of the two Great War Spirits were directly blown out, and Ji Qianyu and the Sword Saint turned into two lightning bolts and crashed into the mountain thousands of meters away, knocking the mountain to the ground.

The Sword Master spewed out a mist of blood on the spot, and he died of exhaustion, and was stacked into a tall tomb by countless fallen stones.

Ji Qianluo's body was in tatters, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes: "Old Shen!"

Slowly turning his head to look thousands of meters away, only the three Thorns who were uncertain about their fate and his apprentice were left.

Song Wushen, who has always been rickety, suddenly straightened like a javelin, coldly and coldly glanced around, and his momentum soared into the sky, as if he was an unstoppable king in the world!

The ash gloss of death, on the two wounds in front of the Song Martial God's xiōng...... Little by little spread. An invisible force finally couldn't bear it, and the gray luster spread: the two fatal wounds on the heart and neck suddenly burst open, and a large amount of blood flowed out as if they didn't want money. Wang Ce couldn't see it, but he could feel that it was not only blood that had passed, but also vitality: Song Wushen's body suddenly shook, stumbling against the mountain wall, and with a mouthful, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The body couldn't stop sliding down.

Thorns, killing the emperor and Emperor Xiaowu, suddenly roared and made a comeback. Song Wushen sneered, looking at the world with a posture, and his eyes looked at the past as if he were substantial.

The three thorns suddenly stiffened, and Song Wushen reluctantly raised his hand softly, showing contempt, as if to say, "Even if you pick up a bargain, you are not qualified to ......."

The silent orange in the palm of the hand released an overwhelming true element. With a bang, the three of them were blown away like cannonballs, and the earth was plowed into a canyon hundreds of meters deep and thousands of meters long.

The devastated and lonely applause rang out twice, and then it couldn't be beaten. Wang Ce looked around at the beaten land, and made a smile while vomiting blood: "It is worthy of the martial god, I am beginning to believe a little that it is you who have made Zhongzhou rotten." ”

There are countless rivers and valleys in the inland area of Zhongmen, which are said to have been fought by divine warfare 5,000 years ago. If you look at it from a very high altitude, you can see that there are multiple cracks everywhere in the middle of the story.

Song Wushen didn't speak, his vitality was passing quickly, he just wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a few words.

If it weren't for Wang Ce's three swords that hit him hard, if it weren't for the fact that he was on the verge of death as soon as he got out of trouble. Killing Ji Qianyu and others is not a problem at all.

The only one who can fight with the Martial God is the Supreme Martial Emperor.

It's a loss that Ji Qianyu and the Sword Saint broke through by relying on the Martial God Scroll, otherwise, their idea of fighting the Martial God is just a joke.

If it weren't for Wang Ce's coincidental follow-up, Ji Qianfu and the others would probably be opened in one ...... Drop in half.

Wang Ce coughed up a ball of blood, ignoring the Martial God's resentment and hatred towards him: "Rabbit Spirit, can you still fight? If you can't, then it's up to me." ”

The purple sword hearts swayed, and they condensed, forming a giant sword with a diameter of tens of meters. Wang Ce's weak urging made the purple sè giant sword overwhelmingly slash towards Song Wushen!

A blow comparable to the Supreme Martial Emperor made Song Wushen squirt a mouthful of blood, and his face was hit like gold paper, and he was paralyzed on the spot.

Song Wushen was suffocated for a while, and suddenly the sound of extremely weak breathing sounded again.

Wang Ce was half-lying, looking at everything that had been destroyed within a radius of dozens of miles, he suddenly burst into tears inexplicably, and gritted his teeth: "Rabbit Spirit, I originally wanted to bring my master and them back alive, I don't care what kind of dog you are." ”

"Do you know why I changed my mind, why I decided to kill you?"

Song Wushen's eyes were dull, and he lay on the damp soil, forcing himself to turn over with the last of his strength.

Wang Ce said slowly, without a trace of emotion, and said indifferently: "You said that the Protoss is going to make a comeback: I also hope that there will be a Martial God to help resist the Protoss who will come at an unknown time." ”

"Before you knew me, why did you ask you twice if you would like to stop? I just want to see if you care about Jiuhong in your heart. ”

"You have presented yourself as the standard-bearer of resistance to the Protoss. When the Protoss is about to make a comeback, you yourself still refuse to stop, for fear that it will greatly damage the vitality of Jiuhong. Your rhetoric, your flaunting, you can't even convince yourself, and you still want to convince us? ”

Wang Ce suddenly sneered: "Do you think that without you, Jiuzhou will not be able to fight the Protoss?"

Song Wushen let out a weak sneer.

Wang Ce squinted: "Since I saw you, I knew why no martial god had been born in five thousand years!"

"The Cliff of the End of the World!"

Wang Ce faced the starry sky and slowly spit out four words! . ！。