Gate of God

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Fang Zhengzhi rarely enthusiasm for a battle with few opportunities to win, part of the reason is because the feeling of splurge is very cool.

And more reasons are because his opponent is Nangong Hao.

Many people can't understand this feeling, but if it is a simple explanation, it is actually very easy to imagine. For example, if you go bullying a nameless **** on the street and win, is there a sense of accomplishment?

Of course there are, but not too much.

But what if this is a famous hero? For example: the East must be defeated, the West Gate does not blow snow, and the pot can be washed...

Nangong Hao, a man who became famous four years ago and was regarded as the first genius in the world by the people of the Daxia dynasty, pressed himself into a whole situation.

But you are here with yourself, in the face of tens of thousands of sergeants?

Fang Zhengzhi wants to say that he doesn't want to cut a few more swords, which is unlikely.

but……

When he was chopping hot and in full swing, he felt a cold on his forehead pressed down from above.

"Sneak attack?!" Founder looked up subconsciously. After all, this is almost a subconscious idea for a professional who plays sneak attack.

However, he did not find anything.

If he really wanted to say it, he saw a touch of sunlight, the sunlight falling from the sky, some bright, and some dazzling.

Next, he felt a very sharp tingling sensation in his chest.

Like a needle, like a sword.

In fact, what Fang Zhengzhi didn't know was that when he looked up, a silver ray actually reached his chest.

The sword of worshipping star, of course, cannot make people feel cold in advance.

In other words, when you feel cold, in fact, everything is already equal to the end, because this sword has been stabbed out, as for the cold...

That was the oppression that came only after the sword was thrust out.

Fang Zhengzhi felt the sneak attack, but he couldn't avoid the sword, because the sword was so fast that it was too fast for him to react.

...

The coldness of the killing rose at this moment, spreading out unscrupulously, the original dusty field suddenly seemed to be condensed, and a little bit of dust instantly stood still, which seemed a bit strange.

But if you look carefully at the past, you can find that every grain of dust is covered with hoarfrost, it is no longer dust, but frost.

On the cliff of Fenggu Mountain, Yun Qingwu's eyes quietly looked at the dust that suddenly turned completely white, her pink lips gently opened and closed, and her slender fingers clasped slightly, as if to say something.

However, even the black man closest to her couldn't hear a voice.

Of course, the reason for this is somewhat related to Yun Qingwu's voice being too small, but the more reason is that their eyes are now focused on the area that has turned white.

From condensation to frost.

This process did not take too long, but for Yun Qingwu, it was a wait, a very rambling wait.

In fact, from the moment the worship star disappeared, she was waiting.

Waiting for this sword, it really fell.

just now……

This sword fell and fell between Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzheng. More precisely, this sword fell on Fang Zhengzheng's chest. Everything was as she guessed.

So, does it mean that everything is over?

Frost, like raindrops, spilled on the ground, making a crackling sound, very light and very light, that was almost inaudible.

Compared with the sound of frost falling on the ground, the talents' breathing sounds are obviously louder.

Of course they did not see the light falling from the sky, but when the light fell between Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi, they could not see it.

The chill shrouded the land, and likewise shrouded the hearts of the talented men.

They did not know where the light came from or why it came, but they knew vaguely that it was not a good thing to drop such a light in the southern region of crisis.

"Fangzheng!"

There was a voice in the crowd, which was a little indifferent, but the tone seemed extremely anxious.

Unlike other people's shock, Yan Xiu's only thought in his heart when he saw this light falling was, what happened to Fang Zhengzheng?

...

Fang Zhengzhi doesn't know what Yan Xiu is thinking. If he knows it, he will definitely answer it, it's not good, and it's very bad.

In fact, Fang Zhengzhi has always had a different concept from the people of this world.

That is, if you can not be injured, try not to be injured, if you can not fight, try not to fight, so, when both of these try to disappear at the same time, you ask him next, OK? how about it?

In fact, the answer does not need to be answered at all.

Fang Zhengzhi has seen worshipping stars, so when a figure appeared in front of him, and there was a bright red magic eye on his forehead, the only thing he could do was...

"Worship the star, I am grass Nima!"

Fang Zhengzhi rarely scolds such vulgar words. In general, he will choose a more elegant curse, such as Bie Sun, Er Du, and so on.

But this time, he really felt that the only words that could express his emotions were the most vulgar and humiliating sentence.

Next, a blood arrow spurted from his mouth.

The bright red blood sprayed into the air like a mist, and then slowly fell on a snowy ground, with a few bright red "flowers" printed on it.

The person with the same mood as Fang Zhengzhi is Bai Xing, because he also wants to curse people now, of course, this sentence is a bit problematic, more precisely, Bai Xing is the devil.

For humans, the devil is evil and alien.

But for the devil, the devil is noble and is the natural master of the world.

Therefore, for noble demons, they rarely curse people, at least, in general, they will not curse people, at most, just kill people.

But Bai Xing really wants to scold now.

Not only is Fang Zhengzhi insulting his mother straightforwardly, but the bigger reason is that with this sword, he clearly stabbed Fang Zhengzheng, but Fang Zhengzheng doesn't seem to be dead yet? !

Of course, the sword of worship is not pierced.

Even if the sword was a bit harder than he thought, for example, when his sword pierced Fang Zhengzhen's chest, the sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand suddenly appeared in front of his sword inexplicably.

For another example, there is a crystal clear sword punctured from the side of his sword tip, making him have the illusion that the sword does not belong to him in an instant.

But these are not difficult to worship the stars.

After all, his sword was stabbed.

Picking up the sword that was squarely in front of him, he took the sword that Nangong Hao stabbed from the side and stabbed forward, and the blade was not even a trace.

But just when his sword pierced the straight chest in the middle.

But I felt a kind of hardness, a kind of hardness not belonging to the human body. It was a metal, a metal hard enough to block his sword.

But is Zheng Zheng wearing only a leopard-print animal leather coat?

Where did the metal come from?

Unless, Fang Zhengzheng also has a soft armor, a soft armor enough to save his life.

Of course……

Whatever the reason, it has become a fact that the sword of worshipping the star did not pierce the integrity of the dead, and it is a fact he has to admit.

Nangong Hao looked at Bai Xing. He didn't look much at Bai Xing, nor did he look at the sword in Bai Xing's hand. He only looked at the bright red magic eye on Bai Xing's forehead.

So, his sword shot again.

Without hesitation.

What is different from dealing with Fang Zhengzheng is that his sword is no longer silent, but with a low, thunderous sword chant.

It was a kind of Long Yin, a kind of Long Yin that burst out after a long time.

At this moment, the frost around him seemed to be inspired, and condensed toward the Wuwei sword in the hands of Nangonghao at an incredible speed.

In the end, it turned into a chill again, a cold chill.

"Yin!"

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Bai Xing has always known that Nangong Hao is very strong, but when he saw this sword, there was still a trace of surprise in his eyes.

Because, he can feel that Nangong Hao's sword, even he, must resist it with all his strength.

"boom!"

Bai Xing's body quickly withdrew from the ten steps. Eventually, he stood still and looked at Nangonghao, and then to Fangzheng who was standing beside Nangonghao.

He always thought his sword was fast.

However, until today he did not know that under the reincarnation, there was a man whose sword was as fast as his sword. That man’s name was Nangong Hao.

If it weren't for Nangonghao's sword pierced from the side, Bai Xing was confident, no matter how hard and soft the armor Fang Zhengzhi was wearing, he could certainly pierce.

Of course, this matter has passed.

Bai Xing's self-considered sword was blocked by Fang Zhengzhi's sword, and was stabbed by Nangong Hao's sword from the side. Finally, he was protected by Fang Zhengzhi's soft armor.

have to say……

This blow is a bit big for Bai Xing.

Especially under the gaze of Yun Qingwu and the three deities of Demon Race Ten Realms and dozens of star elites, this is actually not a word that can be described as face.

So, to make up for this failure.

Bai Xing decided to kill Fang Zhengzhen, by the way, and then kill Nangong Hao together.

...

The sword in Nangonghao's hands has been pointing at the worship of the star, but his eyes did not fall on the body of the star, but on the body of Fang Zhengzheng.

When Bai Xing appeared, Nangong Hao knew that the so-called martial arts test had actually been temporarily suspended, and, if he guessed well, the entire Southern War should have begun.

Then, of course, his sword could no longer point to Fang Zhengzheng.

"You go first!" Nangong Hao's voice was not loud, but his tone was extremely firm, but, when his eyes fell on the leather jacket torn apart by a sword on Fangzheng's straight chest, and the silver metallic luster exposed inside The expression was still slightly surprised.

Of course, he knew the power of the sword worshipped by the star. He also knew that even if his sword touched the sword, it only offset some strength.

As for accuracy.

But it has not changed from beginning to end.

From this point of view, it is natural that the silver metallic luster revealed by Founder's straight chest is truly blocked by the sword of Bai Xing, which is like a mirror-like luster.

"She really gave that thing...to him..."

...

Fang Zhengzhi actually wants to go, but he knows he can't go, because the star worshiper's sword is always facing him, that's a sword that almost kills him.

After scolding him for worshipping the star, he was somewhat comfortable.

That kind of depression after being attacked by someone has been reduced by a few points. However, it is almost impossible to say that the anger in the heart will dissipate.

If it was not the consciousness of the invisible sword, it forced her hand to turn a corner, if it was not Nangong Hao’s sword at the critical moment that offset the power on the star worship sword, if he did not have the goggles sent by Chi Guyan, In other words, the sword of worshipping is not stab at his heart...

He is dead.

At least, it is impossible to stand still like this.

In fact, Fang Zhengzhi rarely goes to fights that are not too sure. For example, he clearly knows that the star worship in front is the strength of samsara.

But, I don't know why, when his blood spit out of his mouth, there was a flame-like anger burning in his heart.

That anger seemed to come from his hands.

Or, it came from the invisible sword held in his hand.

However, what he didn't notice was that the blood he spurted out was being condensed slowly by the innocent sword at the moment, and slowly merged into the purple mark on the tip of the sword.

The strange purple began to spread slowly on the invisible sword.

This feeling made Fang Zhengzhi a little uncomfortable, but his eyes were slowly showing a hint of purple, and the light was flowing.

And at this time...

A bright red light appeared in front of his eyes. It was a blood-like light, which was different from the coldness in the silver light just now.

This cold is from the cold of hell~www.wuxiaspot.com~ And, there seems to be a **** smell of blood.

Founder turned back subconsciously.

So he saw a shadow, a shadow almost all over his body in bright red light. Besides, he also saw a pair of red glowing eyes.

"Yan Xiu?!" Fang Zhengzhi had seen Yan Xiu use the Shura Taoism, but he had never seen Yan Xiu use the Shura Taoism as he does now.

This is not because Yan Xiu is so different now.

Instead, momentum.

It was a momentum from the inside. The feeling was not that Yan Xiu was using Shura Dao, but that Xiuluo Dao was dominating Yan Xiu, or that Yan Xiu was Shura Dao!

"Death!" Yan Xiu's mouth made a cold voice, and his eyes became almost crimson at this moment, and the mountain and river fan was wrapped in a layer of bright red like crystal.

It was a red that looked crystal-clear and transparent, but full of murderous intent. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: