Everything happened too fast!
From the sudden disappearance of the blue sky of the gods, to the ti when the handso minister was blown away with a punch, it was only a montary event!
"Old style!!"
Above the void, Ye Wuque yelled, with a deep chill in his tone!
He knew that this was deliberately done by the Eight Gods Qingtian!
The Eight Gods Qingtian did not dare and could not kill himself, because he was the key to unlocking the curse of the Eight Gods, but instead of killing himself, the Eight Gods Qingtian wanted revenge from the soul!
Make yourself painful, make yourself... death is better than life!
Therefore, Yashen Qingtian chose to target elegant officials!
In the distance, the Eight Gods Blue Sky stood above the sky, and his gloomy eyes were filled with a touch of high sarcasm at this mont. The breath of ninefold stepping over the sky enveloped Ye Wuque, restricting Ye Wuque's actions, making him unable to move!
The Eight Gods Qingtian seed to appreciate the scene at this mont, appreciate Ye Wuque's expression at this mont, and his indifferent voice exploded!
"Don't worry, I punched him down, he is dead, and there is no pain, at most, the bones of the whole body are shattered, the ridians are torn apart a little bit, and the flesh is turned into mud, nothing."
There is a kind of playfulness in the tone of Iori Qingtian, a kind of cruelty!
"Watching my friend die in front of , but I can't do anything. I don't even have a chance to take a look. Ye Wuque, how does it feel?"
Physical revenge has always been the most inferior, and only the explosion and blows from the soul, spirit, and will are the most hateful!
Four elders of the Eight Gods died in the hands of Ye Wuque, and one Eightfold Stepping Heaven!
How can I not hate Iori Qingtian?
But he couldn't kill Ye Wuque, but he was best at vicious and vicious, and there were ways to deal with Ye Wuque, so that he could die!
Hearing the words of the Eight Gods Qingtian, Ye Wuque's face was expressionless, and the cold light in his bright eyes was as strong as the essence, the holy way of war all over his body was boiling, and the flesh was squeezing crazily, trying to break free from the pressure of the Eight Gods!
"Watching you struggling, watching you in pain, is really a joyful thing. Do you really want to go to your friend? It's a pity, what if you struggle? Your friend, he is dead!"
The Eight Gods Qingtian teased Ye Wuque, constantly attacking him with the advantage of words!
"Ahem..."
But just as the voice of the Eight Gods Qingtian fell, from above the earth, in the huge pit that the handso minister smashed, there was a sudden burst of coughing!
Ye Wuque's eyes lit up at the mont he heard the coughing sound!
This is the cough of old wind!
"I knew that Old Feng didn't die so easily!"
Ye Wuque breathed a sigh of relief, but the face of the Eight Gods Qingtian beca a little hard to look at this ti!
He chirped a lot here. He originally thought that he could use the death of the swordsman in white to strike Ye Wuque, and make the other party's life worse than death, and his will collapsed, but now the swordsman in white is not dead at all!
Iori Qingtian suddenly felt like an idiot, talking nonsense here, and was beaten in the face!
This feeling is uncomfortable.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the huge pit on the ground!
Within it, at this mont a tall figure holding a sword slowly stood up, with a sowhat disturbed breath and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. It was a handso minister!
However, an old armor appeared in the whole body of the handso minister, which exudes a hazy light, and enveloped him.
And the armor looks a bit broken, and it's even more vicissitudes of life, as if it will split at any ti, but it is precisely because of the existence of this armor that it protects the style minister and prevents him from the terrible punch of the gods Qingtian. , Just got shocked.
"Thanks to this ancient armor given by the great elder, otherwise it would have been a blow, and you would have to shed a layer of skin if you didn't die."
A hint of softness flashed in the clear and translucent eyes of the handso minister, but in the next instant, a hint of sharpness ca out again, suddenly raising his head and descending into the void!
Because the eight gods are already...killed again!
"I want to see how many punches your ragged armor can block! Even if it blocks, the patriarch's fist strength can shock you to death!"
"Ye Wuque! I said, I must make you feel bad for life, it's better for you to die!! Keep your dog's eyes open and watch it!!"
The cold and venomous, cruel and indifferent voice echoed, and the figure of Iori Qingtian reappeared in front of the elegant minister, his right fist was raised, and the Emperor God fist reappeared!
boom!
A violent fist ca with the air of the rolling emperor, the void was shattered, the earth was cracked, and the fist of the Eight Gods Qingtian burst out with anger, directly blasting the elegant minister!
The pupils of the handso minister shrank slightly, and he only felt that he could see a crazy enlarged fist in front of him!
At the mont of the mont, he lifted the long sword and stood in front of him, and at the sa ti the misty light filled with the ancient armor enveloped his whole body!
Bang!
Feng Chenchen was blasted out again, coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth, dragging the ground, cutting through the ground, destroying everywhere, and smashing into a mountain!
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Fortunately, with the protection of the ancient armor, he finally took the second punch of the Iori Qingtian!
Upon seeing this, a sharp light flashed in the eyes of the cold blue sky of the gods, without any pause, with a kick on his right foot, the whole person chased the elegant courtier, and his right fist was raised again!
"dead!"
The indifferent voice fell, and Iori Wufeng blasted the third punch!
Feng Caichen's face was calm, without joy or sorrow, and a trace of peerless sharpness flashed in his still clear eyes. At this mont, from his neck and inside the collar, a faint brilliance suddenly appeared, faintly, It seems that the fuzzy shape of a sword-shaped pendant can be seen.
But in the next mont, the gaze of the handso minister was condensed!
Because in front of him, a figure suddenly appeared, thick hair dancing wildly, six arms in the sky, three big punches blooming, it was Ye Wuque!
When Ye Wuque arrived, he wanted to block the fist of the Eight Gods Qingtian for the handso minister!
However, both the current Ye Wuque and the handso ministers are far from the opponents of Nine Tis and Eight Gods!
boom!
Even if Ye Wuque's three major fist intents had the Zhan Zi Jue superimposed three tis the combat power, he still couldn't stop the Eight God Qingtian's punch and was directly shattered!
And the fist of Iori Qingtian swept away undiminished!
"Old Ye!"
Upon seeing this, the handso minister yelled, a trace of madness flashed through his clear eyes, he stepped out desperately, opened his arms to save Ye Wuque from behind, and then turned around!
In an instant, under Ye Wuque's shocked gaze, he and the handso minister directly switched positions, his face was facing back, but the handso minister's back was directed towards the fist that ca from the sky!
"It's a touching mont of life and death! Then you deserve to die!"
The Eight Gods Qingtian let out a grin, staring at the handso minister, and cast his right fist even harder!
Bang!
The terrible fist exploded, and the earth in a radius of hundreds of miles collapsed directly by hundreds of ters. Not far away, several mountain peaks collapsed, a scene of apocalypse!
Above the high sky in the distance, the Eight Gods who were fighting with Tomb Two suddenly laughed cruelly after seeing this scene!
"The elder said that soone will co and clean them up!"
Tomb Two did not speak, but a trace of worry and incomprehension flashed through the eyes under the mask!
"Where is Senior Miaomiao?"
Wow!
The two figures flew out horizontally and smashed onto the ground. It was Ye Wuque and the handso minister!
"Old style!"
After Ye Wuque landed, after desperately stabilizing his figure, he imdiately looked at Lao Feng with an anxious tone!
"I... nothing!"
The handso minister also stabilized his figure, but it seed that nothing happened!
The terrifying third fist of the Eight Gods Blue Sky slamd behind the handso officials, even if there were ancient armors, it was impossible to be useless at all!
Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen's eyes t, both of them were puzzled, but imdiately their eyes condensed, as if thinking of sothing!
"Miao Miao!"
Ye Wuque whispered in his heart, with a touch of surprise in his tone!
"Cut! Did you two finally think of this fairy?"
In Ye Wuque's mind, the voice of Fairy Miao Miao pouted imdiately.
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