MTL - Heavenly Monarch of All Times-v46 Chapter 4635 Killing sword

At the moment when Nie Tianli’s sword was unsheathed, the behemoth’s sword shrouded the entire canyon and surrounded the world, shaking it.

"A good horrible sword!"

Wu Tongji felt the pressure of the sword coming from the face, and the eyes could not help but suddenly collapsed.

He never imagined that Nie Tian’s sword had reached such a level.

For the swordsman, although he is not very well aware, he also knows a little.

He has seen many swordsmen in the sword against the Holy Land. Although he is not a Kendo master, it is definitely a sword fighter.

But the swords of those people are worse than Nie Tianlai.

Among all the swordsmen that Wu Tong has seen, one can not find one, and can compare with Nie Tian.

Nie Tian’s kendo repairs, in the end, what kind of realm has been reached, how can I release such a sultry sword in an instant?

Before, Wu Tongji thought that Nie Tian's strength should be similar to that of Yu Jing, even if it is stronger than Jade, but it is definitely not too strong.

But now, he knows that he has made a mistake.

Nie Tian, ​​far more powerful than jade! With such a sword potential, Nie Tian is enough to confront the strongest of Tianwu Shengzu! "Today, the sword of the sky is the sword of murder!"

Nie Tian's eyes are very cold, indifferent to sweeping everyone in front of me, the sound of cold, such as death sighs, so that everyone can not help but rise behind a cool.

Hundreds of three-pole martial artists, under the contempt of this chill, could not stop retreating.

"What are you panic?"

Wu Tong’s eyes sank and he drank low. He said: “He’s just a double sense of the Holy Emperor. Is it so terrible?

Everyone gave me a good listen, and then there are those who are retreating. ”

"Yes!"

The three-pole door warrior was so stunned by Wu Tong, suddenly calmed down, responded in unison, and sounded like thunder.

After all, they have experienced countless lives and deaths, and naturally understand that at this time, timidity will be a dead end.

"Everyone listens to the order and shoots together, killing Nie Tian!"

Wu Tong’s eyes suddenly glimpsed, and the whole body was in a state of turmoil, hard against the sword in the void.

"kill!"

Hundreds of three-pole martial artists, suddenly violently screamed, screaming and killing.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The next moment, a series of attacks all over the sky, such as the beasts of the beasts, directly to Nie Tian crazy over.

"Good!"

Nie Tian's eyes are low, and he is not afraid. He laughs loudly, and the swords of the sky are plucked out. The gods and swords are rushing to the sky, and the voids are rushing, as if the heavens and the earth are to be cracked.

"Hey!"

Immediately, the ultimate sword attacked the endless attack, the void was stunned, and the power of the horrible shock spread and raged.

Nie Tian was as cold as a mountain, and the figure never retreated.

On the contrary, hundreds of warriors on the opposite side are hard to resist the powerful impact. Many people fly directly out, and some people have retreated. Only a few high-ranking warriors are able to stabilize.

"How can this guy's strength be so strong?"

Wu Tong has not yet shot, seeing this scene, could not help but tremble.

In the face of the joint attack of hundreds of people who robbed the celestial martial arts, Nie Tian was able to do what it was, and this strength is terrible! Ask yourself, even if he is the owner, he can't cope with so many people to fight together.

At this moment, he realized that Nie Tian’s strength was far above his expectations.

"A group of waste, let's die!"

At this time, Nie Tian's figure moved, like a streamer blade, and came out.

"Oh..." The next moment, where the streamer passed, was bloody.

Countless three-pole warriors, who have not yet had time to make a scream, have directly smashed and died under the influence of the sword.

In the blink of an eye, a stream of **** rain falls in the canyon.

When Nie Tian’s figure stopped, hundreds of three-pole martial artists had already left one, leaving only a few dozen.

Wu Tong was shocked by this scene, his lips twitching, seemingly want to say something, but he could not make a sound.

In such a short period of time, Nie Tian actually slaughtered hundreds of people, which is really terrible.

Sure enough, as Nie Tian himself said, Hao Tianjian became the sword of murder today, the sword of the dog! Those who survived looked at Nie Tian with a look of horror.

The atmosphere is dead and depressed.

"This, is this guy a ghost?"

After a long time, someone finally reacted and watched Nie Tian, ​​as if watching a demon coming out of hell.

The strength shown by Nie Tian has far exceeded their martial arts cognition.

Nie Tian, ​​is it really only the second sense of heaven?

"The killer, the person will kill!"

Nie Tian was gloomy, his mouth was twitching, and he said: "When you slaughter the Tianwuhui, you should think of today!"

"It turns out that you already know that Tianwu will be destroyed, and you can't get it so hot!"

The other people looked at each other and did not dare to speak. After a while, Wu Tongji stood up and smiled coldly.

"Speak your name, I can leave you a life!"

Nie Tianmu stared coldly at Wu Tongji, and the killing in her eyes had not faded.

"Oh ridiculous!"

Wu Tongji strongly supports the momentum, and sighs: "A district is a two-day Emperor of Heaven, why should I fight with my Tianwu Shengzu?"

"is it?"

Nie Tianzuo's mouth twitched a chill, and the 昊天剑 raised slightly, saying: "Are you a martial arts ancestor, can you block my sword?"

"I..." For a moment, Wu Tongju suddenly noticed that Nie Tian’s momentum was several times stronger than before, and there was a strange pattern on his eyes, which made him a cold face and became evil. stand up.

It seems that Nie Tian just played and did not show real strength! Wu Tongju suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he might not be able to stop Nie Tianyijian.

"Speak your name!"

Nie Tian’s eyes sank and coldly opened.

"I, I, my name is Wu Tong, and I am the owner of the Wuze Hall of the Three Poles."

Wu Tong's eyes trembled, and the tongue couldn't stop spinning. Even the ghosts made the difference, and they said their identity.

Perhaps, in the subconscious, he has completely surrendered to Nie Tian.

Others heard Wu Tong’s self-confidence, and his face suddenly changed, and his horror was incomparable.

"Big, adult, my name is Chen Feng, I beg you not to kill me..." "I, my name is Hou Qing, I beg the adult to spare me."

"I, and me, my name is Li Tongtong, and the adults have spared me."

In the next moment, not only did they bring a head, these guys who did not blink in the weekdays, they all squatted and desperately reported their names, and hoped that Nie Tian could spare them.

However, in Nie Tian’s eyes, there was no fluctuation, but the corners of his mouth were indifferent.

This is the warrior of the three-pole gate?

This is their martial will?

This is the so-called Holy King?

Their squatting for mercy at this time not only failed to save their lives, but even the dignity of death was given up.

The sword in the hands of Nie Tian is the sword of murder, and he will spare anyone!