"Ants?" several people sneered at the same time.

"I, Qiao Feng, have only two things in my life, one is my beggars, and the other is the people in this world. Since God is so cold-blooded, he regards my human race as pigs and dogs, and slaughters them at will. Although I, Qiao Feng, am not talented, but I want to kill a god with my life! I don't know when, Qiao Feng actually came. The five mountains are combined, and almost all the martial arts masters in the world have gathered.

"I've been pantonic all my life, and I'm not weaker than others. If you are not afraid of the sky or the earth, how can you be afraid of you, a little god? Today, let me slaughter you, a bullshit goddamn god! Lao Tzu is going to tell you that you can't stay in the world, let alone get involved in my human soldiers. Pang Ban finished speaking, and he had already broken the terrifying attack of that finger with a single punch. The amount of power that erupted from his body was no less than a hundred times stronger than at the beginning. Every step out of the country is accompanied by the roar of wind and thunder.

"You are very powerful, and my Nie Mad is not weaker than others, isn't it a god?" Nie Mad shouted, his long hair was upside down, his roots stood up, and his body exuded a terrifying demonic aura, and the black demonic aura surrounded him, like a living demon god, the degree of horror was indescribable, almost no less than Pang Ban.

"If you want to kill, then kill a happy one. God? Lao Tzu Breaking the Waves is God!" Broken Butian walked slowly, holding a long sword with a fiery red strange evil aura in his hand, which looked cold, but it seemed to have the breath of a fierce beast, and his aura was restrained, but it gave people an extremely dangerous feeling.

And what is surprising is that this broken step heaven actually claims to be a broken wave. Broken waves, what's going on?

"If you want to fight, you have to wait too much. "This is Dugu Batian. Domineering.

Dressed in white, he won the snow, and his sword aura soared into the sky. This is the man in white that Wu Ming saw before, and it is the descendant of Meihua Villa, Ximen Feng.

"Since you've all made a move, the little woman has no choice but to retreat. Ning Chuxia smiled lightly, the person had already left, and there was tranquility with her.

Some people noticed her departure, but they couldn't care about it.

"Hehe, such a lively scene. How can I be missing the old way? I have worshiped and worshiped God all my life, but today, Poor Dao also wants to try to slaughter gods!" Zhang Sanfeng's appearance attracted everyone's attention. This veteran. Since the return of the Heavenly Road. I've been in retreat, but I didn't expect to come today.

"You're always slow!" Pang Ban teased. It seems that these thirty-seven gods are just a swarm of ants in his eyes, yes, ants.

The gods see mortals as ants, while powerful mortals see them as ants. Pompan has such self-confidence, he is not despising everything.

"Amitabha. An old monk in gray clothes and white eyebrows also appeared at some point.

Shaolin Temple, nameless monk!

"呲呲呲"

I don't know when, there was a burst of erhu sounds here. The voice is a little bleak, some vicissitudes, some feelings, and indescribable feelings. Although it is only a piercing sound, it can make people think of a lot.

"I didn't expect to see God one day, I have lived to this day, hundreds of years, I am nameless, and it is time to do something. Big brother, I've been living so far, it's time to do something for this world. ”

I didn't see anyone, but I heard a voice. The voice was a little hoarse, with vicissitudes of sadness.

As his words fell, two people appeared, one dressed in a gray-white robe, with gray hair, and a face that looked no more than middle-aged. The other person was a strange red hair, exuding an extremely powerful sword intent, standing beside that person.

"I promised her to live in seclusion back then, and after waiting for so many years, isn't it just waiting for this day? God Tu, I'm looking forward to it!" the red-haired man said indifferently.

"It seems that the people are almost there. Bai Suzhen smiled, but the god generals around her shook all over, and looked at the two people who had just come out in disbelief.

Nameless, it turned out to be really the legend of the Heavenly Sword, the myth of martial arts! He was really alive, and he couldn't even see the slightest shade, and he didn't show the slightest breath on his body, even if it was the erhu that was obviously pulled by the luck just now, he still couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of the true yuan.

Except for the god general, everyone felt incredulous. Is this the myth of the martial arts? He, he is still alive, he has lived for hundreds of years, and he is still in the mortal world? Is this, is this true? Most people are skeptical, and there is one person who is as completely convinced as the gods, and it is that Feng Wu. She had seen an unnamed portrait in the villa. Incredible, really incredible.

On the contrary, Wu Bao and the others did not have the shock of those people, and they lived for hundreds of years.

In their world, even thousands of years of martial artists existed. However, there is no denying it. The martial arts cultivation in this martial arts world has always been fierce and domineering, and the cultivation speed is extremely fast, but it is also extremely hurtful. There are a lot of people who have risen early, but there are really not many who live long. They don't cultivate the primordial spirit, only the physical body.

Even Pang Ban was shocked by the appearance of Nameless.

With the appearance of Nameless, the scene becomes extremely noisy, but there is an eerie silence.

"Ha Lu Ha, the will of my human race, even the way of heaven cannot be broken, let alone your little god. Today, let's fight with the heavens together and see if we can defy the sky and slaughter the gods!" Wu Ming smiled, so many masters came, and even legendary characters appeared, Wu Ming was in a good mood. I didn't expect that there would be so many masters in this world.

There are so many masters, but the opponent is not the purple-eyed corpse king who can compete with the top Da Luo Jin Immortal. No matter how powerful the brocade-robed god is, isn't there still a myth in the human race?

If you guessed correctly, the one next to Nameless should be the legendary Mu Yingxiong who can almost win the Sword God.

Wu Ming, nameless, this pronunciation is similar. Therefore, Wu Ming has a clear understanding of some of the information about Nameless, Nameless is the body of the Heavenly Sword, but Mu Yingxiong is not weak, he is the legendary Sword Emperor, this was the peerless swordsman who was able to compete with him when he was eighteen years old. For hundreds of years, God knows how strong this person is.

"Flame Golden Body!" Wu Ming roared, his body was covered with orange flames, and the whole person was like a humanoid torch, ten feet tall.

"Is this the method of my righteous brother?" Hong Qigong was stunned, he couldn't believe that such a terrifying ten-zhang giant turned out to be the cheap brother he recognized a few years ago. After admitting it at that time, even he himself faintly regretted that he was too hasty. Unexpectedly, a few years later, his righteous brother's strength would be so strong.

"A group of ants also want to go against the sky!" The face of the brocade-robed god changed slightly, and so many masters suddenly appeared, and each of them was arrogant, the other party's ambition, for him, it was an insult, an insult to the noble god.

"Let go of your hands and kill them all! In the land of exile, there should be no living beings, even dead souls, and there should not exist! I want to see how you can defy the sky!" (to be continued......)