Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

The Tianjiao cultivated by the silent slaves silently and arrogantly is several times stronger than the barbaric warriors of Wang Ting. His palace is too deep and too good at forbearance.

However, with only seven such powerful Tianjiao savages, Xia Qingchen would not be worried.

Individuals are still limited in strength, can they still block thousands of horses?

He was worried that the powerful young barbarians cultivated by Nu Tianyi had only seven people in front of him.

Moreover, the combat power of the soldiers in the cold environment is well known to the slaves, but the barbarian army under the control of the slaves has never invaded the cold environment for many years. They have no idea how strong they are.

The only thing I know is that even ordinary barbarian soldiers harassing Liangjing in the frontiers of the two borders make Liangjing feel tricky.

The army that Nu Tianyi has trained for many years is only afraid of fighting beyond imagination!

For a moment of silence in the audience, the three priests broke their silence with heavy breaths. They stared at the indifferent legacy of the slavery, and they felt a sense of panic in the face of the old Wangnan cliff in the past.

The unfathomable feeling made them extremely uneasy.

"Continue!" But now that they had no way out, the Wulu priest sipped and ordered the second dead man to come forward.

The priest of the Tibetan mirror and the priest of Lilu successively dispatched their people immediately, and the three formed a team again, standing dignified on the altar.

Nu Tianyi looked calmly: "Who will come this time?"

Behind the Qiman silence for a moment, a barbarian with a yellow armor on the side sighed helplessly: "I'm coming!"

He did not play as high-profile as the first armor barbarian, but ascended the altar from the chain.

This time, the three dead men didn't care much, and they started the barbarism at the beginning.

A series of blood holes appeared on their bodies, and the flowing blood condensed on the skin into weird runes, flashing and extinguishing, which was similar to the wild **** body opened by the No. Senyu.

Their eyes gradually showed blood red, like a beast without reason, with red eyes, their muscles bulging unnaturally, like a steel wall.

"Come!" The three roared, stepping on the ground one after another, like an arrow away from the string.

After the operation, they had several levels of soaring strength, the space between the bounces was squeezed, and there was a friction between Mars and fist.

In the sparkle room, the three men approached the barbarian in yellow armor and struck their bodies almost simultaneously.

However, at the next breath, the three men flew back strangely!

Ordinary people can't see what happened. Only those with extraordinary eyesight can glimpse the real scene.

The moment the three fists approached the body, the yellow armored barbarian lifted his right fist, each of them punched hard against their front, and then withdrew their expressions blankly, maintaining the stance of the previous negative hand.

It's just that he's too fast, so fast that it's hard to catch with the naked eye!

Bang Bang Bang——

The three were swept away one after another and fell to the edge of the altar, unable to move.

If you look closely, their body is soft, it's because the bones are all cracked!

With a simple punch, the opponent's fist will pass from their fists to the bones and shatter them all.

Although he spared their lives and never threw them down the vast volcano, but his bones shattered and he could only become a waste in the future.

"Sure enough, it's a waste of time." The barbarian in yellow armor didn't take it for granted, and returned to Nu Tian's dead body with a hand, and simply took a punch.

Nu Tianyi's expressionless fingers flicked a dust falling on his knees, said lightly: "The last game, the rest of you, come on together."

The three priests chose only nine dead men. Now three are dead, three are seriously injured, and only three are left.

By the way, Xia Qingchen should be added as a substitute.

As a result of the fighting between the two sides, the three priests won two games handed over by Nu Tianyi, and Nu Tianyi also won the two games, which is now two to two.

In the next game, we decided to win each other.

The Wulu priest set his sights on Wu Guiming, with an unprecedented expression: "Guiming, it's up to you!"

He opened his mouth to meditate on the spell. In the arms of the dead wounded, a fragment of the **** stone flew out and landed on his palm, and the fragment of the **** stone that fell on the body of the dead magma also flew back.

After contacting the two pieces of magic stone fragments, they fuse together.

Wuluo priest stepped forward and handed it to Wuguiming: "God stone fragments, you get it all!"

Wu Guiming took over, and the three pieces of rubble merged into a complete **** stone. In this way, his body protection effect would stack up in a geometric multiple.

"The priest is assured, he will fight with his life!" Wu Gui's life is full of confidence, holding the Wulu priest's inheritance artifact, are you afraid that you can't win?

The Tibetan mirror priest and the pear flower priest, how dare they carry it, have handed over the things given by the barbarian gods to the dead.

The three came to the altar together, one holding a deity, one holding a divine whip, and one holding a divine sword.

In addition to ignoring the fate of the ghosts, the other two used brute force from the beginning to stimulate their potential and make their strength skyrocket.

Nu Tianyi's eyes were more serious, and he named: "Black Witch, you go."

Among the seven barbarians, there was a barbarian with black armor in the middle. He was covered with armor and only had light blue eyes.

He tapped his head lightly and stepped onto the altar.

The footsteps passed by, and the earth left a series of footprints up to an inch deep, even the chain.

The altar creaked even more, and a mark appeared, even the nearby air, because it touched its body, made a slight burst of sound.

He was full of destructive power!

"Are you ready?" The barbarian in the black armor spoke slowly. When the words came out, it made the eardrums ache, and the head also felt tingling.

His voice is extremely destructive!

This faithful black ghost's life changed on one side, and the three priests under the stage noticed something, their eyes fluctuated violently.

"He... is it a **** of destruction slave trained by the barbarian?" Wulu priest might think of something, his face was ugly.

Once, when the barbarian **** dominated the world, he trained a group of invincible bodyguards.

The God of Destruction has the undefeated body of King Kong, and is not afraid of any attacks. It is infinitely powerful and invincible.

In that era, the most powerful **** of destruction was even one point stronger than the ten priests of the year.

But after the barbaric **** broke the void, all the devastating slaves of that year had passed away with the passage of time, and the methods of training the devastating slaves were only recorded in the treasures left by the barbarous gods to future generations.

However, future generations do not have the high savvy of barbaric gods and can never train the **** of destruction.

After a lapse of thousands of years, I even saw the existence of a godlike slave!

They suddenly felt extremely critical, but they were helpless. Suddenly, Wuluo priest glanced at the volcano's arms, and Xia Qingchen, who was doing nothing, couldn't help saying: "You go up too!"

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