Chapter 5 (1/2)
Chihuang, the demon emperor, could hardly believe his ears. In his impression, few people dared to talk to him like this. The only thing he was afraid of was the God of war, who never appeared. Although the woman at present seemed not simple, no matter how the demon emperor imagined it, he would never tie the woman in front of him with the God of war.
Because the whole world knows that the God of war of the protoss is a man, and fanyue of the Brahman family is said to have great fighting power, beautiful and romantic style, but few people have seen his real face, because all the demons who have seen him have died.
He never dreamed that the woman in front of him was the God of war, and this was also the biggest supporter of fanyue, because her identity was the highest secret of the protoss, and even the lower level generals of the protoss did not know, let alone the demons?
She believed that Chihuang's entrustment made him pay a painful price. Chihuang narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the Vatican moon in front of him, and slowly said, ”I haven't got the habit of showing my sword to women. You can do something. Let me see what you have.”
Fanyue held her breath and began to quickly stimulate the breath of Dantian. In a moment, her breath began to soar. Behind her, a light and shadow suddenly appeared, and the light and shadow of the Phoenix loomed out. The figure, red and yellow, took a breath. The woman could hide the breath so well, and the breath swept over him, and even he felt a little pressure.
Phoenix? Wait, who is she? Ah? Fanyue, the God of war? It's impossible. How can the God of war be a woman, but the light and shadow in front of you can't be mistaken. It's really the Phoenix. Besides the God of war, who can create such powerful Phoenix's light and shadow?
In order to succeed in the attack, fanyue did not care much about it. She only heard the sound of a Phoenix, and the whole pressure had been fully displayed, covering the whole Chinese army tent. Under the pressure, she let a hundred miles outside the Chinese army tent die. All the magic soldiers who tried to get close to the tent instantly turned into fly ash. At present, this oppressive center is firmly locked in Chihuang in the Chinese Army's tent.
With a dull hum, his throat was sweet, and a bloody sword was shot out. He was swept by the air and fell to the border of fanyue's subordinates at the border of the Chinese Army's tent and bounced back into the tent.
Chi Huang was frightened and angry. He drank a lot, and his breath began to soar. Behind him, a huge black light and shadow sprang up behind him. In an instant, it turned out that it was a gigantic python, which soared into the sky and resisted the pressure of the Phoenix.
Chihuang's figure soared into the air, closed his eyes and stretched out his limbs. There was light and shadow from the Python's body, and the light and shadow faded away. A shining armor and battle suit had been put on Chihuang.
He opened his eyes, looked at the Vatican moon, and said with a sneer: ”well, sure enough, you already have the flavor of the last God of war. I have been waiting for thousands of years for today's World War I, but I want to see if you have the ability of the last God of war
Fanyue looked at Chihuang and said with a cold smile: ”it's really the demon emperor. I can carry my thunder strike. But today you are not lucky. I will kill you. Take action.”
When she finished, her hands were quickly printed on her chest. For a moment, the sand and stones were flying and the sun was covered with black clouds. A sword shadow appeared on her chest. The sword was red in blood. As soon as it appeared, it was accompanied by bursts of mourning and accompanied by the bloody rain.
”War sword!” Chihuang exclaimed, Zhanshen sword. Chihuang knew how terrible it had been. Tens of thousands of years ago, when he fought with its last God of war, Qingtian, how he fought with blood, how did he dye the sword, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul wandering in the mortal world for thousands of years, until he met the Magic Flute, and he helped him to cultivate this body. Today, fate repeats again, will he really be Cut under the sword again?
No, I will never accept my life. Even if I try my best, I will fight against it. When I think of it, Chihuang no longer makes any reservation. He urges his blood and condenses in his chest. Two round moon cutlasses begin to appear in front of him, and they are on his left and right.