C1908 (1/2)

For a long time, wujianshendi was most concerned about his own plan.

For this plan, he almost gave up Nanling sword palace.

However, this does not mean that he has no feelings for Nanling sword palace. On the contrary, his feelings are deep.

Nanling sword palace was founded by him himself. It has become one of the seven top forces in the divine world from its unknown origin.

He devoted a lot of effort.

The 27th sword emperor is one of the most powerful groups in Nanling sword palace.

Now, however, twenty-six have fallen. This is the sword free God Emperor can not tolerate.

”Fang Chen, a disciple of Guzu?”

All of a sudden, the spirit of killing the emperor disappeared. Instead, there was a cold laugh.

”Come in.”

After a long time, the emperor closed his eyes.

The God of death was very happy. The emperor without sword could see his anger when he made such a decision.

”Don't worry, master. I'll kill it and leave the sword tomb immediately.” The way of death.

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Nanling sword palace, death garden.

”How about it?” The emperor asked anxiously.

”Master agreed.”

The God of death said with a grim smile, his fist clenched, and a click came from the air.

”Fang Chen, it's time for you to die.”

The God of death finished, his body flashed and disappeared in the death garden.

Fang Chen, who was in the sword tomb, did not know what he had done, which could trigger the anger of the God without sword.

He, Lin Jian and mietian emperor are looking for other black swords.

As long as within a certain range, the black swords will have a certain attraction to each other.

With this method, Fang Chen finally found the third black sword seven days later.

And this is just the beginning, the next time, Fang Chen crazy looking for black sword.

There are many gods and spirits in the xumijie of more than 20 sword emperors. Fang Chen doesn't have to worry about the insufficient energy of the war fortress.

With the fortress of war there is little to worry about. Riding in the fortress of war, you can go anywhere you want as long as you control it.

On this day, the God of death entered the sword tomb.

Boom

The breath of terror, instantly diffused.

The whole body of the God of death, the fierce sword spirit, directly swept the whole earth.

”Rattan king?”

With a stamp of his foot, the God of death floated over the boundless swamp and moved forward rapidly.

At the same time, he is also looking for Teng Wang.

Half an hour later, the God of death found the hiding place of King Teng.

”Come out.”

With a wave of the hand of the God of death, he suddenly struck a knife and fell into the boundless swamp. The whole boundless swamp was shaking.

Whoa!

The king of rattan appeared, and countless branches and leaves spread all over the place, confronting each other with the God of death.

”God of death.”

Teng Wang recognized the God of death and said darkly.

”Did you kill more than 20 gods in Nanling sword palace?”

The God of death jokingly looked at the king of rattan and asked coldly.

”So what? They enter my territory, and I have the right to kill them. ” Teng Wang Dao.

”Then you die.”

The God of death gave his hand, and his hands were constantly changing. In the palm of his hand, the terrible sword spirit condensed into a series of sword blades and shot at the rattan king.

Puffing

The method of the God of death is very powerful. The blade of the sword stabbed the vine King's trunk and cut off its branches.

”Human God, you are too much.”

During the war between the two gods, suddenly there was an angry voice in the boundless swamp.

Another rattan King appeared, he looked at the God of death through the endless void, some unhappy.

”This is the territory of our death swamp vine. If you attack the rattan king here, you are contemptuous of our death swamp vine.” The rattan king said in a cold voice.

”Although there are often internal conflicts among the three of us, it is not up to you, the human God, to direct us.”

Whoosh, whoosh

In the blink of an eye, the other two rattan kings appeared beside the God of death.

For a time, the three rattan kings formed the posture of encircling and suppressing the death God Emperor.

”It seems that I haven't done it for a long time. You have forgotten my existence.”

The God of death is not afraid of the three rattan kings at all, sneering.