Vol 3 Chapter 222: Sky Flame Ruler

Feng Hao glanced at the young man with the epee, and always felt that these divine saints were very under-extracted, and almost every one of them was unmanned in this picture.
"Calling the name of the Emperor directly, you have a bit of courage!" Feng Hao's mouth evoked a radian, seeming to sneer.
"The Emperor of the Earth has existed since ancient times, but before the interface of my god, he was just a common man."
The epee saint sneered, as if Feng Hao had become a secular emperor, such as the three emperors and five emperors. For the secular emperor, as the man of the gods standing on the top of the world, the epee son did not really look at Feng Hao.
Even if the Son of the Nether was beheaded and killed by him just now, it is still inferior to others, and the black puppy who ca n’t see the depth of the repair was shot, which lost several sons.
But this has nothing to do with Feng Hao. The sage killed by him is the sage of Qingyan. The strength is not the most powerful one. The eight-layer repair is one higher than the sage of Ziyan who returned to the realm. A little bit.
But the Episcopal Son is different. Known as the Heavenly Son, it is the first Son of the entire Shenyan clan, and is second only to the Holy King.
His sky flame is heavy, and I don't know how many powerful people have been killed. This time, there will be added the soul of a human emperor.
"The Great Emperor?"
The wind blew a bit, did you kill so many extra-terrestrial monsters yourself, killing the holy sons like slaughtering dogs, in the view of people in the world, still just an emperor of the earth?
"It's useless to say more. Today, you broke into the Dojo of my Shenyan tribe. You must die. You killed the holy son of the Shenyan tribe. You and my tribe are no longer in the same hatred, die!"
Tian Yan Shengzi is so wary that he slowly pulls out the Tian Yan heavy ruler, as if carrying a mountain. After the Tian Yan heavy ruler emits a dazzling black light, Tian Yan Sheng Zi's eyes freeze, and he directly splits into Fenghao .
Suddenly, the storm thundered, and the Yulong Snow Mountain suddenly rolled up seven or eight tornadoes, a doomsday scene.
And the Tianyan heavy ruler slashed straight towards Feng Hao's head, seeming to bless all the power of heaven and earth on it.
Feng Hao's look was extremely calm. As the master of the thousand, how many times did he fight in his life, and a holy son could make him move?
nonexistent!
Facing the epee that destroyed everything, Feng Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword body, a mighty force struck, seemingly ten million tons.
Feng Hao smiled a little. Although this power was powerful, it was nothing more than a matter of importance to him.
Slightly flicked.
The sound of "Dang" resounded throughout the heavens and the earth, and the Heavenly Flame Son felt an irresistible force rushing in, like a torrent pouring down.
Tianyan Shengzi discolored, holding the sword in both hands, holding the epee that was about to fly, the internal organs of the internal organs seemed to be overwhelmed by the stick.
Uh huh!
With a dull hum, Tianyan Shengzi finally couldn't resist, and his body flew straight out, hitting the ancestral mountain in Duanmu family.
Huh!
The Tianyan took off his hand and inserted it directly into the ground. The whole ground shuddered violently, like a meteorite falling.
"Son of the Flame!"
"His Royal Highness!"
Those protoss in the lower realm of the Duanmu family saw this scene and scared their souls.
Even the most powerful Son of Heavenly Flame, can't even reach a finger of the earth, how terrible is this?
I am afraid that only the Holy King and Emperor Fang can compete with it.
"Too weak ..." Feng Hao muttered in a low voice.
I thought there would be any powerful means for this Heavenly Flame Son, who knew it was all based on an artifact. For Feng Hao, who owns Pangu's axe, this artifact is similar to a child's toy.
"Ahem ~"
Tianyan Shengzi climbed out of Zu Mountain, looking ashamed and shameless, like a beggar
Tian Yan Shengzi stared at Feng Hao, his eyes flashed, the whole man was aggressive, he was miscalculated, and never imagined that Feng Hao was so horrible that with just one finger, he broke his Nirvana.
"who are you?"
Tian Yan Sheng Zi stared at Feng Hao, his tone softened. An ordinary emperor on earth could not be so powerful. He rather believed that Feng Hao was the emperor of immortals.
"This is not what you want to know."
Feng Hao shook her head slightly, and her body flew out. She immediately reached Tianyan Shengzi, raised her hand to hold Tianyan Shengzi's neck, and curled up like a chicken.
Uh!
It was too fast, and soon Tianyan Shengzi blinked, and then found that Feng Hao had pinched his neck.
A sense of suffocation and a feeling of dying came, and Tianyan Shengzi's eyes appeared panic.
Under this great opportunity, he really didn't want to die. Only by being alive could he get the chance.
Tian Yan Shengzi is brewing how to ask for mercy, but Feng Hao has the intention to occupy Yulong Snow Mountain as the Taoist field, how can it leave the lives of these remaining gods?
With a little bit of force, he directly crushed the neck of Shengzi, whose hardness was comparable to that of alloy.
At the critical moment, even the soul did not escape, he was attacked and killed by Feng Hao's consciousness, and the soul flew directly.
Throwing the body of Tianyan Shengzi randomly, Feng Hao's figure floated to the place where Tianyan's heavy ruler was located. After the right hand was pulled out, the unicorn arm flashed red.
For a moment, the sky-light heavy ruler exuding black light directly faded the outer layer of black rust and turned into a fiery red epee.
After weighing the weight, Feng Hao felt that it was very handy. With his talented unicorn arm, he could explode more powerful power.
"He, he picked up my artifact ..."
"How can mortals use moving artifacts? This is a heavy scale ..."
The strong body of the Shenyan tribe trembled, and looked at Feng Hao holding the epee in horror inexplicably, and felt that all this was false.
"From now on, this place is the emperor's dojo. Do you have any opinions?"
Feng Hao's epee stuck in the ground, staring grimly at these underworld gods.
"Don't be mad, my tribe ..."
A strong man of the Shenyan tribe stood up and scolded him, but his words were not finished yet. The claws of the small ball did not know where to come from, and this holy child was smashed into a fly with one palm.
"No, no opinion ..."
When other powerful members of the Shenyan tribe saw this scene, where did they dare to stand up and scream, obediently like a group of lambs.
Feng Hao nodded with satisfaction, chuckling: "Now the earth's chances are bigger than one, I'm really worried that the chances will not run out ..."
"Feng Emperor, Xiao Yanqi is willing to follow Feng Emperor, and eternal life will not rebel."
噗通!
A strong flame of the Shenyan tribe turned his eyes, kneeling directly forward, and bowed towards Feng Hao, choosing allegiance.
Feng Hao is even more satisfied. It is impossible to manage the three of them at Yulong Snow Mountain. A dojo also requires many people to maintain normal operation.