MTL - King of Gods-v4 Chapter 1421 Half-step god

The self-destruction of the melting gold beast has caused a devastating impact on the huge battlefield.

The Ling people suffered heavy casualties, and they fell two and a half steps to the Lord, and the dead nine-order ancient gods were more than a dozen.

The remaining spiritual powerhouses are almost all seriously injured, and the situation is dangerous!

"How could this be?"

Yuanyao ancient **** looked blank.

Hey!

Suddenly, a shadow of darkness came to her not far away.

"Are you the first day of the genius of the Ling Dynasty? Let me play with you!"

A middle-aged man with a black horn and a dark armor, his eyes fluttered unscrupulously on the body of Yuanyao.

Due to the explosion shock wave just now, many clothing in Yuanyao's ancient gods was damaged, and the attractive skin of ice crystals was exposed, making it impossible to look away.

"Half-step God Lord!"

Yuanyao ancient **** looked bitter.

She was injured, and with the explosion of the melting gold beast, the injury was further aggravated.

Although this black-horned middle-aged man is only a half-step **** of the four-star peak under the rule of the Liejin tribe, he can also kill her at will.

"Oh, rest assured, I will not kill you directly, but let you be my captive!"

Middle Ages of Black Point does not hide his desires.

"You... shameless!"

Yuan Yao ancient **** cheeks and anger, directly drink.

"Oh, the general trend of the spirit has gone, it will be undoubtedly defeated, and you will be awkward, follow me and have a way to live!"

The black-horned middle-aged evil laughed, and the body suddenly burned its black flames.

Hey!

The middle-aged figure of the black horns flashed, carrying a powerful flame pressure, and attacked the ancient **** of Yuanyao.

"Awful... so strong!"

The Yuanyao ancient **** suddenly felt oppressive, and the body seemed to be burned by the smoldering fire.

If she was at the peak, she would not be afraid of the black-horned man, but at the moment, she could do nothing.

Seeing the black horns in the middle age is forced to come.

Can suddenly.

Hey!

In front of the middle-aged black-horned horns, a long, sturdy, dark silver sword was pierced and a few black blood was spilled.

"Zhao Feng?"

The eyes of Yuanyao’s ancient gods are crystal clear, the water drops turn, staring at the silver-shirt youth behind the black-horned man.

Zhao Feng saved him again.

"Zhao Feng..."

The black-horned middle-aged face was slightly shocked.

The original Lingzuo suffered heavy casualties and the situation fell on one side, so he did not expect that there would be someone who actively attacked himself at this time, so he was attacked by Zhao Feng.

At the same time, Black Point Middle Age feels that all the power in the body is swallowed up by a strange force field.

boom!

In the middle of the black corner, a **** magical power suddenly broke out, and he broke free and went to the distance.

There are too many deeds about Zhao Feng, although many of them are unbelievable, but it also proves that Zhao Feng is not simple.

Coupled with the sword of Zhao Feng just now, Black Point is more convinced that the strength of Zhao Feng is far beyond the ordinary half-step God.

Hey!

After the black-horned middle-aged flashes for a distance, he stops and prepares to heal the wound.

"not good……"

Suddenly, he felt a crisis approaching and his face changed.

Hey!

At the same time, a mixed sword was pierced from behind him again.

This time, Zhao Feng's mixed-spirited sword is more powerful because it absorbs power in front.

"Floating the sword hole!"

Zhao Feng’s hand-mixed sacred swords are rapidly cutting and bursting into a chaotic and interlaced silver sword shadow, which is faintly intertwined into a twisted “virtual silver sword hole”.

Hey!

At the same time, Zhao Feng's other hand in the nine Lei 魄 mirror, directly released nine lightning chains, the black-horned middle-aged soul bound.

"what……"

The ancient **** screams, and the body is directly smashed and swallowed by Zhao Feng; and his soul is dragged out by the nine smelting mirror and inhaled into the mirror.

The whole process of killing the middle age of Black Point is less than four.

It is very easy to kill the powerful half-step gods such as the magical gods.

The ordinary ordinary half-step gods like the black-horned man are more casually crushed.

"Yes?"

In the distance, the ancient **** of Yuan Yao is in the same place.

The ordinary half-step God Lord, in the hands of Zhao Feng, actually did not fight back.

She even has some doubts. Is this cold and calm, strong Zhao Feng, the Zhao Feng who has been taken care of by himself?

After killing the middle age of Black Point, Zhao Feng’s figure disappeared into the eyes of Yuanyao’s ancient god.

Somewhere on the battlefield.

"Death mothers, you are really willing to sacrifice the singularity of the martyrs!"

The eternal black dragon evil laughed.

boom!

Between the heavens and the earth, two dragon claws that are filled with red black dragon inflammation are swept away to the ancient **** of the cold flame.

"The Blade of Time!"

Behind the black dragon, Zhao Kong’s figure appeared, and in the eyes, he shot a continuous flying edge.

"Damn, these two guys are actually not much big!"

The face of the cold flame is somewhat embarrassing.

In the face of the joint attack of the dead black dragon and Zhao Kong, she can only passively defend.

"Hey, you are too young to kill the world dragons!"

The dying black dragon sneered a little and looked a little.

Although the explosion of the melting gold beast is strong, he and Zhao Kong have been following the ancient **** of the cold flame, which is far from the center of the explosion.

The annihilation of the black dragon is an invincible body. These explosions naturally cannot cause substantial harm to him.

With his protection, Zhao Kong is not likely to suffer any serious injuries.

"Cold flame ancient god, I will help you!"

A handsome man of the ninth-order peak, approaching the ancient **** of the cold flame directly.

The big explosion of the melting gold beasts caused the Ling people to suffer heavy losses, and the people of the Liejin people seemed to be abundant.

Coupled with the goddess of the genius of the previous generation of the Han Dynasty, the goddess of the genius, or the goddess of countless men, she is in trouble, and naturally there will be countless people who volunteer to help.

After the arrival of this handsome man, another one or two came one after another.

Just at this time.

In the mind of the black dragon, a voice sounded: "Get out of the way and kill the ancient **** of the cold flame!"

"Hey, dead girls, you won't continue playing!"

The dying black dragon laughed low.

"Would you like to escape?"

The ancient **** of the cold flame smiled lightly.

But how can she easily let go of the black dragon and Zhao Kong.

"joke!"

The dying black dragon whispered, and opened a mouth to spit out a dragon burning pearl, which is the best artifact "Long Yanzhu".

Zhao Kong’s time and space is also full of fluctuations, and powerful time and space power surrounds the whole body.

"Join hands and kill them!"

The cold flames of the ancient gods looked cold and suddenly shouted.

Some of her men around her face were happy, and each of them showed strong secrets and was ready to kill the black dragon and Zhao Kong.

But at this time, a strong breath of fluctuations came straight.

"Ok?"

Han Yan ancient **** brow slightly wrinkled.

Now that the Lingzuo is in a weak position, there are still half a step of God to take the initiative to deal with her.

But the next moment, the face of the cold flames of the ancient gods changed.

Hey!

A silver figure appears directly in front of the ancient **** of the cold flame.

"Floating the sword, hey!"

Zhao Feng’s hands were mixed with the power of the gods, and they condensed a huge sword of the Yuan Yuan, which swept them out.

"what……"

At the time of the encounter, a nine-level peak, two nine-order ancient gods, was directly split into two halves by Zhao Feng.

"Destroy the world!"

The dying black dragon whispered, and a force that destroyed the taboos sprang out from his mouth.

Moreover, the power of destruction was released from the best artifact dragon Yanzhu, and the power was greatly increased.

boom!

I saw a huge black sun, hanging in the void, destroying the taboo inflammation, spreading it and burning everything.

"not good!"

The cold flames of the ancient gods changed face, directly urging the defensive body.

Her exquisite ice-cold body suddenly emerged in layers of ice, hard and hard.

Humbling!

The mixed swords of the gods slashed and smashed.

In less than a moment, two nine-level peaks, three nine-order ancient gods, died without a place of burial.

Only the strong defense, the deep-rooted ancient **** of cold flame escaped from the attack of the two.

"The Blade of the Air!"

In Zhao’s time and space, he uttered a white blade with a false and unclear sound.

Although Zhao Kong is only a nine-order ancient god, its time and space is close to the quasi-god level, and it is extremely powerful.

call out!

The virtual light flashed, and the white virtual blade went through at a speed that was difficult to capture.

The cold flame ancient **** who had just escaped from Zhao Feng and the demise of the black dragon attack, once again recruited.

Hey! Hey!

The body of the cold flames of the ancient **** swayed a few times and spewed out a blood.

However, she tried her best to stay awake, urging the blood of the Jin family and retreating.

"Zhao Feng is here, kill him!"

At the same time, the ancient **** of cold flame shouted.

But in reality, she is asking for help, but she is not talking about it; if no one comes to help her, Zhao Feng, Hu Shihe, and Zhao Kong will join her, she will die.

"No one can save you!"

Zhao Feng snorted and directly killed.

"Save me!"

This time, the ancient **** of the cold flame shouted directly under the stimulus of the crisis.

"cut!"

Zhao Feng’s hand in the hands of the Yuanyuan sword swiftly waved and cut on the body of the ancient **** of the cold flame, leaving a shocking blood mark.

However, the ancient blood of the ancient flames is special, and the wound quickly condenses and heals.

At the same time, that powerful cold flame can also affect Zhao Feng's mixed sword!

“Just let you try the ‘mixed thunderbolt sword’!”

Zhao Feng eyes condensed.

Hey!

In the body of the thunder, the power of thunder robbery rushed out.

In a flash, in the hands of Zhao Feng’s mixed-spirited sword, the thunder and lightning surged, and the mixed-spirited sword became a mixed-throat sword!

Bang!

A powerful force of destruction, through the mixed-throwing robbery sword, directly descended on the body of the cold flame.

The power of the thunder and the power of the mixed forces, the power can soar.

A devastating force suddenly invaded and destroyed the **** of the ancient **** of the cold flame.

The shattered **** body is more easily absorbed by the mixed sword, which further boosts the power of the mixed sword.

"Don't..."

The power of this horror made the tears of the ancient gods suddenly come out and shouted in horror.

But all struggles are useless.

Snoring!

The body of the ancient **** of the cold flame, twisted and broken, eventually dissipated between heaven and earth.

"It was so powerful..."

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised.

"What is this means!"

In the rear, the black-faced dragons in the world were shocked.

A sword runs through the material and the soul and directly kills the ancient **** of the cold flame.

Nearby, the strong Jin family who just got ready to come, saw this scene, their legs suddenly trembled and fled directly.

"Too horrible, the ancient **** of cold flames was killed directly!"

A ninth-order peak of the ancient god, the gallbladder was scared.

"Master, then we..."

Asked about the death of the black dragon.

"kill!"

Zhao Feng only spit out a word.

After that, his figure flashed out.

laugh--

In an instant, where the figure passed, leaving a **** road, invincible.