MTL - King of Gods-v4 Chapter 1532 Demon family

"Zhao Feng, let's join forces and kill this person!"

The Holy Land of the Holy Land of Life.

p> "You don't want to let me deal with him alone!"

Zhao Fengping said lightly.

"what?"

The Lord of the Holy Land was surprised and his chin almost fell to the tip of his toes.

Zhao Feng is too arrogant. They can't cope with them. Zhao Feng actually said that he should be alone. Is this despising them?

"Today, the victory of the Holy Land is the most important!"

Zhao Feng spoke again.

The two triple gods thought about it and finally nodded.

In the current situation, even if Zhao Feng and others help each other, the Holy Land is still in a weak position.

If Zhao Feng can contain the elders, they will be able to share the rest of the pressure on the battlefield and further reverse the situation.

Today, the triple heaven is the top combat power. Suddenly, two three-day words are vacated, which has a great impact on the entire battle.

"Then you are careful!"

One of the green-haired old men reminded me that the two gradually receded.

Wu Shen and Zhao Feng, facing each other, tens of thousands of miles near the two, no one.

"Wu Mou had to admire your courage, and dare to face me alone!"

Wu Shen made a cold smile.

Zhao Feng did not speak, but was warlike.

Chang Shen has been killed twice by him, Li Shen, and Bei Minghui have also been killed by Zhao Feng.

Now, the ordinary gods have been unable to attract the interest of Zhao Feng.

He needs a fighting that is evenly matched, and can even bring him a bit of pressure to fight, in order to stimulate the potential of his ninth god.

After all, Zhao Feng has reached the top of the double peak, the distance from the power of the gods, not far away!

"You will pay a heavy price for your arrogance!"

Wu Shen made the face suddenly become cold and cold, an invisible evil killing, released, the whole world is dim.

boom!

An ancient and arrogant **** breath, released from his body, with an evil and willful atmosphere, more and more fierce.

The power of the blood, straight into the sky, accompanied by the black purple air, the emptiness of the void.

Hey!

This **** breath, black and purple airflow, gathered in the Wushen to make the whole body.

At the same time, the body, skin and appearance of Wu Shen gradually changed, blending with this airflow.

"what happened!"

In the vicinity of more than ten thousand miles, all the people were shocked by the power of this blood, and the blood in the body kept tremble and could not work.

Their blood is deep, and they are feared from the heart.

In the anti-天派, several great gods made the look slight.

"Wu Shen wants to go all out!"

One of the reasons why Wu Shen made the strongest of their seven great gods was that he happened to blend this powerful blood.

"Good powerful blood force!"

Zhao Feng has a tight heart and a calm face.

At this moment, the power of chaos in his body also trembled slightly. The fantasy silver ball in the space of the gods also frequently rises.

Inside the holy land of life.

The king of Huafeng and the master of life are also moving.

"The power of this arrogant evil bloodline should be the fourth among the Taikoo people...the demon god!"

Huafeng Shenwang has a deep heart.

The fourth demon **** of the Taikoo is a terrible race, and also has a demon race of the demon body.

It is rumored that during this ancient period, this race repeatedly challenged the Taizu people who were the first in the ethnic group, but each time they ended in failure.

In any case, the fourth group of the demon gods is definitely the strongest fighting race under the Taikoo.

"Dreid family?"

Zhao Feng remembered this fourth race of Taikoo.

"I have the blood of the demon gods, and you who can't fully exert the power of the gods, can't be too much, but the gap between the repairs is here, you will be defeated in my hands!"

Wu Shen made his face dull, the tall and dark purple demon body, released a hegemonic demon will, suppressing the Quartet.

"Try it!"

Zhao Feng felt a lot of pressure, and the heart ignited a little war.

At the beginning, Zhao Feng encountered the balance of the blood of the Tai people, and the eyes of the gods changed under the stimulation of the other party.

This time, the blood of the demon gods made by Wu Shen seems to have a certain effect on the eyes of the gods.

"Haha!"

Wu Shen made a smile.

At this moment, he raised his hand and gave him a arrogant magical atmosphere, just like the peerless demon god, which is completely different from the ordinary plainness.

"Magic Palm!"

Wu Shen made a sudden shot, and his right hand condensed a black and purple streamer, and took it out.

boom!

A black and purple palm shadow, a magical spirit, a domineering, through the heavens and the void, crushed to Zhao Feng.

Faced with this scene, Zhao Feng turned his palm over and there was a dim piece of iron on it.

This is the fragment of the chaotic class of the artifacts. In the battle with Li Shen and Chang Shen, Zhao Feng did not use it because they did not have the qualification to use Zhao Feng.

Holding the fragments of the artifacts, the power of chaos, the power of thunder, and the rushing out, condensed into a huge chaos of thunder.

Bangling~

The two violently collided, and the terrible power eroded each other.

A black and purple thunderstorm storm swept away and alerted the parties.

"Good power!"

Zhao Feng clasped the chaotic thunderbolt sword with both hands, still feeling very hard.

If there is no power of chaos and the power of thunder, I am afraid that I have no ability to confront the gods.

"Oh, yes, don't use the power of the gods, you can also compete with me!"

Wu Shen made a big laugh, and the momentum was deterrent.

"go with!"

Zhao Feng urged the robe of time and space, running two pieces of space artifacts inside, one piece of time artifacts.

Hey~

A huge blade of virtual silver, slashed out, cut the palm of the black purple god.

At the same time, the chaotic thunderbolt sword force, cut it and break it.

Zhao Feng immediately ignited the phagocytic nature of the power of chaos and absorbed the power of this demon god.

call out!

And the blade of the virtual silver runs through the void of heaven and earth, and cuts away from the gods.

"Humph!"

Wu Shen made a cold cry, releasing a mighty and overbearing power of magic, above his body, black and purple fog twisted and danced.

When the blade of the virtual silver was cut, it was devastated by a powerful force, and the power gradually weakened.

Bang!

The blade of the silver that darkens the light, cut into the body of the gods.

However, with the constant cut in, the power of the Blade of the Silver Silver quickly weakened and eventually disappeared.

And Wu Shen made the wound on his body healed in less than a moment.

"The body of the demon gods, although not comparable to the Taikoo, is also extraordinary!"

Wu Shen made a big laugh.

Invincible attack and defense, Zhao Feng could not help him.

call out!

Wu Shen suddenly twisted his feet under the void, accompanied by a muffled sound, Wu Shen made the shape of the impact and quickly approached Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng will not be stupid, and will compete with the gods who possess the gods.

He urged the law of time and space to dodge quickly.

At the same time as the dodge, Zhao Feng’s chaotic thunderbolt sword was cut out.

Bang!

The sword was cut on the body of the **** of black and purple, which made him look like a body, and there was a **** mouth on his shoulder.

“Is the power increased? Did you absorb my ‘Dark Magic’?”

Wu Shen made his face sink, and the wound on his shoulder vacated a black and purple airflow and slowly healed.

This is not important, even if Zhao Feng's attack adds another level, he is still not very useful in the face of the demon body.

"Magic Palm!"

Wu Shen made a condensed dark magic, and once again slammed a domineering sorrow, suppressing the black and purple giant palms of the heavens.

"The domain of chaos!"

Zhao Feng released a lot of chaos, turning one world into a dark and chaotic world.

When the devil's palm came, Zhao Feng used all the power of the domain of chaos to compete with it.

砰蓬蓬~

The battle between the two became a taboo place on the entire battlefield. It was terrible. The storm, the light was far away, and the heart was alarmed.

"Dream!"

Zhao Feng changed his face and mobilized the power of the source.

Passive beating is not his style.

At that time, the restricted area gradually became a dreamy color.

The palm of the demon was suddenly weakened.

Bang!

Zhao Feng smashed the power of the Chaos Thunderbolt sword and the domain of Chaos.

At the same time, Wu Shen made an initiative to attack Zhao Feng.

In the field of dreaming, even the body of the gods of the gods is also affected.

Borrowing the weakening of dreams, and the domain of chaos, Zhao Feng and Wu Shen made a brief confrontation.

The power of chaos, the powerful attack, also applies to defense.

In addition, Zhao Feng is good at speed, and with the help of Wu Shen, the two are evenly matched.

"Hey, Dark Devil's Hand!"

Wu Shen made the brow lock, running the dark magic, and slammed a palm.

He also has some doubts. Although his own demon gods have only 50% blood, the resistance seems to be not strong in the face of Zhao Feng's dream power. Coupled with the interference of the domain of chaos, he is like fighting in the quagmire.

Therefore, he saved his strength and released a strong blow.

The palm of the devil, surrounded by the black and purple air, is like a mountain, and it is coming from the sky.

"It's this!"

Zhao Feng left his eyes and stared at the attack on the gods.

"God copy!"

In the left corner of Zhao Feng, a layer of dreamy haze was released, shrouded in the palm of the huge devil.

Replicate the enemy's stunts to form an effective blow to the enemy.

While copying this trick, Zhao Feng runs the power of chaos and tries to block this palm.

"It's useless!"

Wu Shen made a big laugh and he was domineering.

Humbling!

The palm of the devil, the power of chaos that will obstruct, will be broken.

But at this moment, the fluctuations of Zhao Feng's left-handedness also converge, because the replication has been completed.

"God is disillusioned!"

Zhao Feng once again played the dream source.

The palm of the devil in front of the eyes gradually became a more brilliant dream.

But in the next moment, this bright and beautiful devil's palm disappeared little by little.

"What? My attack!"

Wu Shen was greatly surprised. Although he knew that Zhao Feng had this ability, he did not expect it to be effective against his dark magic.

"Chaos Excalibur!"

In Zhao Yu’s left-handedness, Lei Guang flashed, and a chaotic Thunder sword flew out.

Wu Shen made his face look so heavy that his palm swung out.

"God copy, dark magic hand!"

Zhao Feng’s soul will be separated.

At the same time, Wu Shen made the sky behind it, and it has always been a dreamy silver plaque.

Hey~

A layer of dreamy light and fog filled out, and in the dreamy light and fog, suddenly a magical troll **** palm was flying.

"not good!"

Wu Shen made the face change, and extended the other hand, releasing the black and purple turbulent flow, condensing a huge thick black purple wall.

Humbling!

The Dark Devil stretches out his hand and the chaotic Thunder Sword, descending from the two sides on the body of the gods.

Black and purple magic and chaotic lightning, suddenly collapsed, tearing up the heavens and the earth to a few huge mouths.

In the battlefield, many people were affected by the battles of Zhao Feng and Wu Shen.

"I didn't expect Zhao Feng to be as good as Wu Shen!"

The remaining gods make the heart shake.

“How is the situation?”

Xin has no more concern about the situation, can Zhao Feng defeat the strongest god?