Chapter 1118 (1/2)

“ka-cha !”, “ka-cha !”, “ka-cha !”

With the sound of broken bones, the remaining tens of thousands of Baixie Aristocratic Family children were killed by the killing of the gods.

“Roar!”

After tearing up the last child of Baixie Aristocratic Family, he killed the whole body, blood, and madness. He looked at Misty Peak, Vast Cold Holy Land, the four major forces of the Wolf and Qin Sect. The whole person is roaring like a wild beast.

The army of Baixie Aristocratic Family is completely destroyed!

Looking far away to kill God, everyone’s eyes are exposed to a huge sorrowful color, the body becomes icy, and can not help but tremble.

On top of the Tianfeng Mountain, except for Xiao Fan and Mo Xiao, everyone else even the tall old man and the hunchback old man were shocked and lived.

“噗通!”

Among the crowds in the distance, some people were completely scared by the killing of God, and then suddenly sat down directly, the whole person could not be soft on the ground.

“bang!”, “bang!”, “bang!”

After a short stay, the god of killing suddenly lifted his foot, and then violently trampled on the ground, stepping on the ground and stepping on a deep pit at the stage. The whole person rushed to the direction of the last four major forces camp!

The first to bear the ridiculous Misty Peak, and looking at the fast approaching killing, Misty Peak’s army camp suddenly began to stir up, many Misty Peak disciple can not help but retreat, expression pale, panic.

But also at this time!

“evil creature, mad!”

In the distance, an old man with hair, eyebrows and beards is white. With a large group of people galloping from a distance, he looks at killing God, his eyes are cold, his mouth is shouted, and at the same time, a skyrocketing, Judah If the snow glow that can open the sky is blooming from his hands, then rush to the gods.

“Ning Yuanwu, Tian Zhanjian!”

Looking at the old man, and the horrible snow white long sword in the hands of the old man, the screaming screaming scream qi, some people couldn’t help but shake, the voice snorted.

Ning Yuanwu, Misty Peak One of the nine Supreme Elders, Tian Zhanjian, Misty Peak Township!

The tall old man and the hunchback old man appeared, and the slaughter of the Savage Dragon Army, the Yunlong Commerce Chamber and the Sacred Flame Church was also the first time, and the parties that felt that things were not so good were immediately launched. Reinforcement.

Misty Peak’s sect is close to here, so among the forces, Misty Peak’s reinforcements are also the first to arrive.

It’s just unbelievable that Misty Peak not only sent Ning Yuanwu, one of the most prestigious nine Supreme Elders in the family, but also took the first soldier of Misty Peak, and took the artifact of the town. coming.

Ning Yuanwu was a character six hundred years ago. He was also one of the enemies of Qingyun State. Now six hundred years have passed, although lifespan is near the limit, but the strength is more terrifying and stronger.

And Tian Zhanjian, who sent the soldiers to Misty Peak Town, once competed with Xuantian Sword. Although he was not good, he also retired and did not suffer too much injury.

In addition, it is said that the Yitian war sword was seriously damaged in the past, and the complete fall became the ordinary treasure. It was the last fatal glimpse of the Tianjianjian, and the Yitian sword was broken.

“bang!”

Among the eyes of countless people, Tianshoujian’s sword glow and killing gods collided, and then the violent explosion sounded, all around the mountain stone collapsed, the smoke and dust, the spiral qi disorder, the ground constantly trembled.

just!

This shackle of the Tianjian sword did not cause too much injury to killing the gods. It only smashed the gods into the ground, and then killed the gods and quickly smashed out from under the ground, after an angry roar He gave up the army of Misty Peak and turned to anger at Ning Yuan Wu Ling.

“Heavenly sword, three days!”

Ning Yuanwu looked at the killing of the gods. Even though he had a sword in his hand, he did not dare to care. Immediately, he was stunned and cold, and he immediately launched the strongest three swords of Tian Zhanjian. cut!

“weng! ”

With a crisp sound of swords, a shocking sword glow burst into the hands of Ning Yuanwu, this word glow on the sky, the ground, the rays of light, mapping the four sides, the infinite power from the sword It is constantly spreading out, but it is like a sword in the world. With the low voice of Ning Yuanwu, it has fallen down.

The killing of the gods does not evade, the madness in the eyes is strong to the extreme, the five fingers open, palms, and actually one hand, take the sword of Ning Yuanwu.

“courting death !”