Strongest Martial God

"嘭-"

The violent fluctuations swept open, and the flame wall summoned by the Su language was directly torn at the moment with the attack of Pang Jie, turning into a light spot.

"噗哧-"

A trick was broken, and the Su language was also implicated, and then she looked white, but a mouth was already spurting out of blood, and the face was instantly ugly.

"call out--"

At the same time that the Soviet language was broken, the dagger in the hands of Pang Jie was full of suffocating suffocation, and then hesitated to cut into the place where the Su language was. Obviously, the sultry and sultry Su language at the moment has no meaning for Pang Jie. This person's heart is terrible.

"唰-"

At about the same time, a Jianguang whistling out from one side, and then collided with the black ink dagger from Pang Jie’s hand.

"clang--"

The sound of gold and iron symphony resounded, and between the wind and the wind, the long sword was directly shaken off, and the palm of the hand holding the empty sword at the moment was also cracked, and a drop of blood followed the blade. It was dripping, and his face was pale at this moment, and the blood in his body was tumbling.

Gazing at the cold face of Pang Jie at this moment, the face of Ye Zhong is extremely ugly. This Pang Jie is not only the sixth strongest person in the forging, but also the forged body coffin he cultivated, which is estimated to be at least the spiritual level. It should be similar to the astrology of the astrology. Therefore, this Pang Jie can be so horrified to such a point.

In the face of other strong people, the suppression from the forging body has become much smaller at this moment.

"Ye Shao, don't waste each other's time, then I may let you die a little bit more." Pang Jie looked at Ye Zhong, and his body was extremely terrifying. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, so he solidified. In Ye Zhong.

At this moment, he did not rush to shoot, but a slightly ridiculous opening.

"It seems to take a little cheap, but it makes you think you have already taken an absolute advantage!" Slightly rubbing his arm, Ye Zhong looked up and stared at Pang Jie, the next moment, he did not have to retreat Feeling, but a walk out.

"boom--"

At this moment, the six burial swords in Ye Zhongzhong have been thoroughly motivated by him, and the aura of the body is running wildly at this moment. The leaves are heavy at this moment, and the body is also extremely strong. Obviously, Ye Zhong did not intend to squat at this time.

Feeling the faint pressure of the leaves in the body at this moment, Pang Jie brows slightly wrinkled, although he does not think that he will overturn the ship in the gutter under these absolute advantages, but the leaves of the moment are exuding the breath. Even he feels a little dangerous!

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

However, the next moment, Pang Jie is a sneer, leaving a little worry in his heart, he has basically seen the means of Ye Zhong, he does not believe that a leaf in the district can still turn over the sky!

"boom--"

In the next moment, Pang Jie's figure changed, and the dagger in his hand had turned into an ink-black sword, and with extreme horror pressure across the sky, whistling away where Ye Zhong was.

"唰-"

The empty sword in the hands of Ye Zhong was also turned into a blue-colored sword. He screamed out in a slightly nervous gaze in the Su language, and hit a big trick with Pang Jie.

Things have developed to this point, there is no fancy between the two men, but the real power confrontation.

However, Pang Jie’s reliance on the sixth strength of the forged body. And Ye Zhong relies on the power of the forged body!

In a certain sense, the strength of these two people is already against the sky in the same generation, so these collisions directly caused the air to burst, and the thin cracks on the ground continued to spread.

"嘭-"

It was another fierce confrontation. The two men's bodies were staggered. When the soles of the feet fell on the ground, the palms were rubbed against the ground and left a deep trace.

The leaves are slightly swayed, and the six burial swords in the body are running wildly, and the violent violent tactics that invade the body are all resisted, but even so, his delicate and handsome face is also a dignified color. This Pang Jie's strength may be comparable to that of Mo Fanlong, but the degree of fierceness of the two shots is completely different. Mo Fanlong is nothing but a self-righteous family, and this Ponte Yee can see that he must have experienced life and death and grew up in the great hardship. Such an opponent is extremely difficult to deal with.

If it weren't for the six burial swords that Ye Zhong had cultivated, it was a forged god, and he had a lot of experience in combat skills. I am afraid that at this moment, he has been completely crushed by Pang Jie through the boundary of the realm.

"Oh, good ability, I see the forging spirit of your cultivation, maybe even more amazing than the inheritance of the innate temple? Although I don't know how you got this forged spirit, just for Is the congenital temple heritage worthwhile?” Opposite, Pang Jie stared at his palm, and looked cold and open. Moreover, his eyes were sinister and he saw it almost instantly. Ye Zhong’s ability to fight with him at this moment is the suppression of the forged body.

However, ridicule is ridiculed. In my heart, Pang Jie has re-emphasized Ye as one of the most dangerous characters. The fourth-strength strength of the forged body can be as good as oneself, but it is a little downwind. I don’t know how horrible if he grows up?

Ye Zhongzhong’s eyes were indifferent, and Pang Jie’s means were beyond his imagination, but at this moment Ye Zhong was completely calm down. It is not easy to solve this guy, but Ye Zhong will never give up at this moment.

At the moment, Ye Zhong is too lazy to continue to talk nonsense with Pang Jie, but the foot is stepping on, the body shape flashes instantly, and directly flies toward where Pang Jie is, a sword light instantly sweeps out.

"A quick sword!"

Pang Jie's pupils are slightly different. Ye Zhong's sword is completely different from any previous sword. It contains an extremely fierce sword meaning, which makes him instantly creepy.

In the next moment, Pang Jie suddenly broke out with a black light on his dagger, and then his dagger was already like a poison dragon.

"boom--"

Two terrorist attacks collided, and terrible fluctuations swept out.

However, at the moment when the offensive was at the touch of a finger, Ye Zhong was a little above the ground on his toes. His body shape was instantly vacated, his legs were like a whip, and he quickly swept away to the face of Pang Jie.

"Booming -"

The shadow of the legs flashed, and at this moment even the air was a hard storm.

"Boom--"

Pang Jie raised his right arm subconsciously, and suddenly his terrible foot fell on his wrist. In an instant, at the point where the fists touched, the extremely horrible fluctuations raged wildly, tearing the ground out of the cracks.

"嘭-"

Pang Jie’s figure was also smashed at the moment, and after it was directly on a stone pillar, it was a little bit of awkward stop.

One stroke was profitable, and the leaves were heavy and saved, and the right hand clenched the fist. At the peak of the fist, the four swords were superimposed.

"not enough!"

The leaves are slightly gnashing their teeth, and the strength of the six burial swords in the body is poured into the right arm. Then, in the vagueness, the fifth sword is also blurred.

"Sura sword print!"

With the emergence of the fifth sword print, Ye Zhong sighed and slammed, and a punch had already rushed toward where Pang Jie was.

"Humph--"

A creepy feeling instantly came to mind, but Pang Jie’s eyes were also chilly, and then his right hand shot, the palm of his hand covered a layer of black bones instantly, and the sharp squeak was transmitted from his palm. Out.

"Black magic broken bones!"

Accompanied by Pang Jie's screaming, a black palm print, instantly blasted out, with an extremely horrible gesture, and the heavy sword of the Shura swordsprint hit together.

"Booming -"

At the moment when the coffin collided, the thunderous sound of loud noise came out of the hall, and the two horrible forces swept away, causing the hall to vibrate slightly.

It is hard to imagine that the two forged nine-skilled juniors can actually be so terrible.

"咔嚓-"

After the two offensives held for a while, suddenly, on the black bones of Pang Jie, a thin crack appeared, and then the cracks swam quickly, and then the palm directly turned into pieces.

"嘭-"

At the moment when the offensive was broken, Ye Zhong’s boxing shadow had already carried five swords of Shura, and it fell into Pangjie’s chest and abdomen. In an instant, his chest and abdomen collapsed, and his body shape shook. The body was directly bombarded by hundreds of meters. This time, when it hit the top of the stone pillar, the blood of the big mouth was already mad.

In the case of the two men's full force shot, this Pang Jie did not occupy the slightest advantage?

At this moment, the Su language, which is worried on one side, has a shocking color in the eyes. The performance of the leaf is beyond her expectations. Such a character, even in the astrology, will sooner or later bloom with extreme horror.

"噗哧-"

The leaves were heavy and landed, and then his body swayed, and it was also a **** spurt. Obviously, even if he was, it was not too much cheaper in the previous confrontation. However, at the moment, although the blood is mad, he still looks indifferent, and then the empty sword is slowly stepping forward.

"Ye is heavy, things won't be like this!" Seeing Ye Zhong's appearance, Pang Jie looked horrified. At this moment, he did not dare to continue with Ye Zhong, after putting a swearword, Actually, a congenital order was crushed, and the figure quickly disappeared into the hall.

"puff--"

Seeing that Pang Jie had retired, the leaf was physically swayed, and a blood spurted out, but this time, he fell directly on the ground, and his face was ugly.