C1995 (1/2)
The God of death calmly looked at Fang Chen, and the anger in his eyes was suppressed by him.
”Is that interesting?” Asked the God of death.
The more angry, the more controlled.
The only God Emperor in the divine world who has a separate body will not easily admit defeat.
”I just want you to prepare in advance and enjoy the pleasure of death.” Fang Chen Dao.
He didn't like the God of death. He wanted to kill himself again and again.
Fortunately, I have a big life, otherwise I don't know how many times I have died along the way.
Moreover, it was not only him, but even the emperor who had no sword would not hesitate to surrender his identity to pursue himself. Now that I have strength, I will naturally take revenge.
”It's a pity that all these people died in the end.” The way of death.
Fang Chen hey hey a smile, ”are you an idiot? Even my daughter can't beat her. How dare you tell me that? You ask my daughter, who is better than me or her? ”
Xiao Xi'er was also very cooperative and said, ”of course, my father is very good.”
”You...”
The death God Emperor no longer said much, raised his hand is a sword, split to Fang Chen.
Click!
the light of the sword is flashing and the spirit of the sword is pressing. The God of death exerts its strongest attack power.
However, at this time, Fang Chen said a more irritating words.
”By the way, I forgot to tell you. It only takes one move to kill you. ”
Fang Chen's words almost made the God of death vomit blood. He roared up to the sky, his body turned into a shadow, and rushed to Fang Chen crazily.
The crowd watching the war in secret was also speechless.
Is the emperor of destruction such strength or exaggeration?
The temple master was very interested in watching the battle on the stage. He felt that the destruction of the emperor was unpredictable.
Maybe, as he said, one move can solve the battle.
”Die.”
In the eyes of all, the long sword of the God of death is within a millisecond of Fang Chen's head.
At this time, even if Fang Chen started, it was too late.
On the face of it, the God of death is in his hands.
However, he is facing the destruction of the emperor, the man who has repeatedly created miracles.
”Will miracles be created?” Many people said to themselves.
On the stage, Fang Chen raised his head and looked at the menacing God of death, and raised his hand and waved a sword.
Roar!
The sound of the dragon's song resounds through the sky and shakes the sky.
The majestic black dragon, one after another, appeared in an instant.
The magic dragon destroys the sky sword, 36 layers, completely burst out, the power of terror, instantly swept the entire arena.
”That's...”
Feeling this terrible breath, the black emperor's face changed greatly, and he cried out in a hurry: ”be careful, younger martial brother.”
In fact, when the black emperor cried out, the God of death had already made a response.
Whoa!
In the palm appeared a string of black beads, eyes are full of crazy color, a hard squeeze, the black beads completely crushed.
Boom!
the power to the extreme, as if to tear the whole space, burst out in an instant.
”Is this your dependence? It's no use. ”
Fang Chen is very calm. He seems to have expected that the God of death will have a successor.
At the same time, his physical strength soared. The whole man, like a runaway horse, rushed into the whirlpool of death and fought with the God of death.
Click!
in the void, cracks appear constantly.
Bang!
The power that erupts inside black bead son, unexpectedly by Fang Chen's flesh body, forcefully resisted down.
”What?”
Seeing this, the black emperor couldn't help but step back.
His face was so gloomy that he wanted to make a move, but he was stopped by the temple masters.
He closed his eyes in pain, and even the black beads could not help the younger martial brother get rid of him. He knew that in this battle, the younger martial brother was more likely to be more dangerous than lucky.
”Damn it.”
The black emperor clenched his fist and screamed wildly.
Hiss! Hiss!
The power from the black beads is completely resisted by Fang Chen's perfect sword body.
Fang Chen's dark eyes lock in the God of death.
”Do you have anything to rely on?”
As soon as the voice falls, he accumulates all his strength and blows out several fists.
Dong Dong Dong Dong!
The earth was shaking, and all the fists and fists were pounding on the body of the God of death.
The first blow will smash the defense of the latter, and the next few fists will directly blow his body into slag.
Click!