Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

"Scum?" A deep and powerful voice came from another direction in the forest: "The old guy who is stubborn, stubborn and old-fashioned, as long as it can kill the enemy, whatever means is reasonable. We only see the final effect. Can never consider whether the means are glorious!"

The subtle metal impact came, and more than two hundred tall and burly warriors, under the leadership of a burly man who was nearly two feet tall, squatted with heavy weapons, heavy axes and other heavy weapons, striding from the mountains. Gushed out.

The burly big man shook his heavy mace, pointing to the sharp black tip of the mace, and sneered: "Our weapons are quenched with poison, using 10,000 poisonous insects, snakes, The venom of the poisonous beast is highly toxic, and when it touches it, it dies and it dies!"

Dahan pointed to the war king and smiled coldly: "You said that we are scum? Then, the king of the God of War, who is the true orthodox **** of war, can dare to fight with me alone?"

The war king bit his teeth, staring coldly at the big man: "Report your name! You are so strong, but I have never seen you in the God of War!"

Suddenly, the war king seemed to think of something. He glared at the big man: "You, not the people of the land of God, you... is..."

Dahan slowly raised his hand in the mace, and he stared at the king of the war. "Yes, the king of the **** of war, I am the war, we are from heaven, we are not you guys in the land of God." The tortoise turtle, we are the people who really remember the glory of the ancestors, and strive to restore the ancestral glory!"

"Pagoda!" The king of war gnawed his teeth and sneered: "I should have thought of it for a long time, the descendants of Raytheon, the descendants of the night god, and the glory of the gods who insulted the ancestors, the war gods who were poisoned on the weapons, only the madmen of the shrine. , will do this!"

Someone in the forest came out, dozens of people with thin bodies and hands clasping the daggers.

The posture of these night gods and grandchildren walking is very weird. The sun is shining high and they are always seen only in the shadow of the giant wood. Their bodies are vague, like a swaying shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the other direction of the forest, there are more than a hundred red-skinned big men who have come out. These big men have their bodies rolling around, and there are faint flame lines under the skin. They are clearly the descendants of a group of Vulcans. The eyes have turned red and red, and it is clear that the realization of the power of the flame has reached a very high level.

A gust of wind rose from the ground, and a strip of wind-wrapped figures quickly ran out of the forest.

These people took up the road after the road, and nearly 100 people ran in the area, but it was like a thousand horses and horses. The mountain forests with hundreds of acres of squares were disturbed and the sound was so great.

The son of Fengshen! And all of them activated the power of the blood, able to manipulate the wind, especially the leader of the figure, his lower body has become a fuzzy whirlwind, the hurricane around him has become almost the essence.

The war king shook his hand and his face gradually became serious. He looked at more and more enemies around him and bit his teeth and said: "You actually have so many people, there are so many jingles of the shrine. Into the territory of the God of War! You, want to fight with the God of War?"

The warrior shook his hand in the wolf, and stepped forward to the king of war. He laughed loudly: "How about the war? Do you have these tortoises who dare to leave the land of God and go to Tianlu to find us? Is it trouble?"

The sorcerer said: "You dare not! You only know that you can use the power of the land of God to linger, and slowly decay here, slowly forgetting the past and forgetting the glory of the ancestors. You are a group of old wastes that do not know how to advance. Sooner or later, you will be swept away by us, and we will use the blood of the demon to recast the ancestors' glory."

The mace took a black mania and slammed into the king.

The king of war smashed the warhammer in his hands and slammed it on the mace.

A loud bang, no spurt of the wind, the King of War and the spirit of the control of their own strength has been strong to the extreme, all the power has been raised to the enemy by 10 to 10, no waste.

The king of the war swelled a blue vein, and the loud sound of the earth '咚' under his feet, dozens of towering trees nearby shook, and then collapsed with a huge burst of sound.

The spirit is a white face, his arms are raised, the skin of the two arms of '咔' split, and a lot of blood sprinkled. His body swayed, his thighs swelled and he wanted to stabilize his body. In the end, I had to step back a dozen steps, and then a blood spurt out.

The war king looked at the war spirit and shook his head gently: "Doll, I am indeed an old guy who lived for more than two thousand years old. Compared with the old guy like me, you are still too tender! Power, combat skills And the will to fight, the enthusiasm for fighting, you owe too much!"

"The true essence of the power of God of War is fearless, it is never going forward, it is the courage to crush all enemies with pure violence! When you first get poison on your weapon, you have no hope of mastering the real The power of the **** of war!" The king of war sneered, and dismissively said: "The root of the power of God of War is a heart that belongs to a real warrior!"

In the oblique thorn, a fire spewed out and turned into a fire dragon and swept away to the king of war.

It was another hurricane sweeping, whistling to the war king.

More than a dozen daggers were weird in the air, urging the poisonous dagger to silently stalk the king of the war.

These shrines that came out of the forest, their leaders, almost simultaneously launched a raid on the war king. Even the warlord who had been smashed back and forth by the war king, and the warrior with his arms hurting, whispered and slammed up.

Chu Tian holds the green sword and is about to go up to help him. The war king suddenly took a deep breath and then gave a big noise to the sky.

A loud bang slammed the mountain, a wave of horrible sound explosions erupted from the side of the war king, the emptiness of the sky, the earth cracked a terrible crack with a hundred feet long, flames, squally winds, daggers that are about to hit the skin of the war king and smash The war spirits that rushed up with the mace were even more screaming. He dropped his mace in his hands and slammed his **** ears back.

"It's a little shameless!" Chu Tian laughed. He grabbed an egg-sized ray of thunder and shook his hand to the war.

The blue-purple Thunderbolt was smashed on the chest of the war. A loud bang came, and a terrible thunder burst broke out. The Thunder covered a few dozens of mountains, and the body of the war was blown away. A strong thunderbolt was madly shuttled in his body, and he was so sad that he screamed and shed tears.

"A shame, how can the goddess of God of War cry?" The king of war slammed the warhammer with his hands and calmly said: "If you are my son, you dare to cry in front of me, I will directly cut off your Two legs!"