Paradise of Demonic Gods

So every day and night of cultivation, from time to time to point out Lilia's swordsmanship, and Terran fight, or go to Daxicheng to eat something, while concise the etheric organs, learning the law, blending swordsmanship, unconsciously It is half a month later.

Fang Xingjian is finally in the sword of the virtual, chasing the sword wave fusion, while adding a little sword without swords.

Into the virtual sword shuttles the void, attack and defense.

Chasing the sword wave speed is extremely high, it is impossible to prevent.

The sword of no strength is even more indestructible, and even the light can be cut off.

If you can combine these three swords into one, it will be awesome in a trick.

In addition, Fang Xingjian has a vague sense of the way of the law, only to find opportunities to experiment, find ways to integrate into the sword.

This night, when Fang Xingjian merged with the three swords, he suddenly opened his eyes and burst into a three-footed Jianguang, looking at the northern part of Daxi.

"Ok?"

A feeling of whim rose from his heart, and Fang Xingjian felt a strange thing. It seems that something related to him happened, but he did not feel the danger.

"Let's see it in the past."

Knowing that the whim did not appear for no reason, Fang Xingjian stood up, stepping out of the footsteps, and the whole person flicked out of the holy place, and then skyrocketed and flew toward the north of Daxicheng.

Just before Fang Xingjian flew out of the city, in the north of Daxicheng, in the civilian village outside the city, a knight took two men and smashed into an alley.

The knight’s thick blond hair looks handsome. At this moment, he looks cold and cold. He said: “This is the tenth person missing. Because they are all civilians, they don’t pay attention to it, but I can’t ignore it. This time I must catch To the trace of this evil and teaching."

Recently, there have been some evil and religious forces in various parts of Daxi.

In fact, the miracle world as a world with extraordinary power, as long as there are two strong, even a strong one to make a little momentum, it is simply too simple to create a sect.

However, this kind of thing, once uncontrollable, is a great disaster, so the empire has always been actively suppressing various religions.

"The sect that is now appearing is called 殇." The handsome knight said: "It is said that some small characters have been made. The targets that are pegged are often civilians, so the upper level has no concern, but I can’t ignore it. This time it is our private action, and you have considered it."

Behind him, there were two men and one woman, and the two heard a sigh of relief. "The captain, we all listen to you."

"it is good."

Among the gaps in the space, Fang Xing’s brows are slightly wrinkled: “殇? Evil, teaching?” His heart secretly said: 'Now the seventh impact is getting closer and closer, local forces and organizations are expanding their strengths, and the situation will be more and more Chaos, the sect of this kind of thing, does have a soil for survival.

But my induction is fulfilled on this 殇? ’

At the same time, in the corner of the civilian area, in the depths of the dark alleys, in the courtyard of an empty house, dozens of ragged, sullen poor people gathered here, they surrounded the fire, chanting some kind of mysterious Mantras, each person's face is a revered, fanatical look.

Behind the civilians, a tall man with a tattoo on his face looked at the scene and nodded, his face showing a satisfied look.

Beside him was a short man who said: "Unfortunately, we have to re-cultivate after we are resurrected. We can only seize the bodies of these civilians, and the strength is too slow."

Dahan said: "It doesn't matter. If we change today, we have all the experience. We can recover our strength in one or two years." In this thought, there is also a fascination in his eyes: "With our power, we have gathered history. The infinite powers on the top, countless legendary figures, as long as they have grown up in a year or two, are enough to unify and unify the entire continent.

It is impossible for someone to be our opponent. Moreover, with the continuous growth of strength, our forces will become stronger and stronger. It will take a long time for the adults to prepare the body of one or even two strong people, to resurrect them, and the growth rate will be faster and faster. . ”

"Unfortunately, Aoyama Zhenjun, the Grand Duke of Alba and the Virgin have no way to resurrection." The little man sighed: "The body that carries their consciousness needs to be too strong, I am afraid to find a second turn or even a semi-god strong. Only then."

Thinking of the characters in those legends, the eyes of the two are all worship.

"When Qingshan Zhenjun is resurrected, we are the most powerful organization in the world in an instant. With his ability, overthrowing the Crick royal family is just a word of effort."

Just as the two men spoke, the tattooed man suddenly browed and picked: "Well? Is anyone coming?"

Speaking of his entire sprint, he has come under a wall, and then a punch, like a cannon roaring, the entire fist has destroyed the wall, rushing toward the enemy behind the wall.

But just as he punched a punch, the other side of the wall burst into a roar, and the same boxing came out with him.

The sound of the smashing muscles continued to be remembered. The handsome knight who had hidden behind the wall gave a sigh of sullenness. The whole person had already retired for a dozen steps, and there was a blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

The tattooed man sneered and kicked the broken wall at his feet and said, "Where is the dog leg coming, come to us to mess?"

The handsome knight looked at the tattooed man in front of him and frowned. "Who are you? I don't remember the number of people in Daxi, the strength of a peak, should not be a nameless generation."

"Who am I, not you are qualified to know." Tattoo Dahan proudly said: "There are two little mice left? How could you beat me, come out."

During the speech, the tattooed man has flashed his figure. The next moment, dozens of afterimage illusions are attacked in all directions, and two knights of one man and one woman are forced out between one stroke.

In a twinkling of an eye, the four men fought in a group, and the tattooed man made a move between them. He took the siege of countless afterimages and even completely suppressed the three.

The handsome knight was surprised: "This is the magical fantasy of the magical road? It should have been lost two hundred years ago. How come you?"

"Now recognize it? It’s too late. Then pick me up and punch a punch." The big man screamed and punched out. In a flash, nine phantoms flew out of his body and each hit three knights. Every phantom has even played the power of a tattooed man.

In the layer of air shock, the three knights flew out and fell to the ground and could not climb.