Chapter 648: Battle Heaven

{} Chapter 648 Fighting Heavenly Saint
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Chapter 648 Fighting the Heavenly Saint
"Hey!"
A cold mang flew over, a crippled head flew up, black and stinky blood sprayed out, and the waving long tongs stopped, the body of dozens of meters long fell heavily to the ground, splashing the sky with dust .
"call!..."
Looking at the black scorpion that was not moving, Feng Hao exhaled a long breath, Zitong swept the black scorpion's already extremely broken body, and determined that there were no traces of life, he fell into shape and came to the 狰狞Next to his head, he held a sacred sword and made a stroke. The hard skull was divided into two halves. A dark magic crystal rolled out, and he sucked it with his hand, which was held by Feng Hao.
Feeling the hot magic crystal in his hand, Feng Hao's mouth turned slightly.
This time the black scorpion was able to be slaughtered. All the credit is due to the sword. If it were not for its peerless edge, Feng Hao would not be able to break the black scorpion's defense.
"Oh! ..."
It seems that Feng Hao's psychology was sensed, and the Divine Sword trembled slightly, making a crisp sound, it seemed that He Fenghao was inviting merit.
"I know you can do it, right?"
Feng Hao reluctantly exaggerated, then the Excalibur was silent.
"Oh! ..."
At this time, a buzz rang through the world, the surrounding space became distorted, and a vast momentum spread slowly, so that the already relaxed Feng Hao's complexion became dignified again.
"Hey!"
With the sound of breaking air, the twisted space opened naturally, and an old figure emerged from the darkness.
The old man was dressed in a broad cloth, with white hair and a tall eyebrow, standing like two peerless soldiers, overflowing with endless coercion, a pair of eyes, bright and bright, like two stars, deep and boundless, dazzling , The face is cold, and the momentum is unparalleled. As the same deity came from the ancient times, the ground is sinking, the ground is sinking, the bottom is dark, the sky is turbulent, the vibration is constant, the prestige is in front of the world. Kneeling involuntarily occurs.
"cocoa!"
Feng Hao shuddered, his shoulders seemed to be pressed against a hundred thousand mountains, his whole body exploded, his whole body was about to fall apart, and his eyes were shocked.
"Is it ... the battle heaven ?!"
Looking at the old man who came slowly, Feng Hao shuddered in his heart.
This old man is the man with the highest fighting power in the ancient times, and the only person in the world who can survive the next move of the Emperor!
Zhantian Dasheng didn't speak, and looked at Fenghao coldly. He slowly raised his arm and stretched out a finger. Suddenly, the boundless war-fighting madness rolled like a stormy sea, the sky was amazed, and it was dark. The scorching desert around is like a glacier, biting cold.
"dead!"
Indifferent, no voice of emotion was spit out from the mouth of the Great Heavenly Sage, just a finger, a vast and voluptuous warfare burst out, the land pieces shattered and collapsed, and the boundless warfare pointed to Fenghao.
"This is not a fantasy!"
Feeling the almost deformed bones oppressed by the war, Feng Hao was shocked that the power of that finger was approaching.
"Kirin arm!"
With a thought, his unicorn arm appeared instantly. He was holding an imperial soldier, a pair of eyes with a raging civil war, like two raging flames, a loin bar, and an endless war furious, "War!"
Retreat, only death, under this great saint who is almost a god, he has no chance of being spared, then, there is only one battle!
Even if it is dead, it will fight!
"Thunderstrike!"
Feng Hao mobilized all the energies that could be mobilized as much as possible, condensed with the raging warfare in his heart, exerted his strongest blow, and greeted the shocking finger.
Even if he died, he was willing!
"Boom! ..."
The boundless might, hitting together, is like the ants shaking the tree, the unparalleled war intentions of the Great Heavenly Saint, directly destroying Feng Hao's blow, and the aftermath continues to devour Feng Hao ...
"Are you going to die?"
As the battle rolled, Feng Hao could feel that his body was cracking and his bones were shattering. Then, his eyes were bright ...
"Ha ha!"
A rather soft laugh sounded in Feng Hao's ears, and he hesitated slightly, even if he opened his eyes, everything in front of him made him speechless.
Between the mountains and flowing water, the mist is dazzling, and various ancient trees and strange flowers are dotted around. An antique pavilion is located next to the waterfall that falls like the nine days of the Milky Way. Inside, an old man with white hair is sitting there and traveling I tasted the tea in my hand, and between the eyebrows, there was a look of satisfaction.
This man is the old man who appeared in the desert just now, suspected of being the Great Saint of Heaven!
"Come here."
The old man glanced at Feng Hao and waved at him.
"it is good!"
Feng Hao felt a joy, walked over quickly, stood in front of the old man, and bowed respectfully, "Kid Feng Hao, meet seniors in battle!"
"Feng Hao ..."
Zhan Tian Dasheng's eyes narrowed slightly, glanced up and down, his eyes moved brightly, like a pair of heavenly eyes, can explore everything, "Nice boy, your potential is the highest person I have ever met."
He nodded slightly satisfied.
"Boy is ashamed, and thank his predecessor for staying!"
Feng Hao had a bitter smile on his face, and his words were bitter.
If Zhantian Dasheng didn't keep his hand, that one finger would make his spirit disappear and it would cease to exist.
"Still called senior?"
The battle-day Holy Saint frowned.
"Ok?"
Feng Hao stunned for a moment, then a ecstasy burst into her heart, "Master!"
"Ok."
Zhantian Dasheng just nodded with satisfaction, pointing to the stone chair in front of him, "sitting and talking."
"Yes!"
Feng Hao faced with joy, and pressed down some uncontrollably shaking body, and sat down.
"Haha, good! Power, defense, and warfare are all one-to-one. Such potential is no less me than I was then!"
The bright eyes in Zhantian Dasheng's eyes brightened, and the more he looked at the young man, the more satisfied he was.
"Boy, do you know how many years I have been waiting for you, the heir?"
"do not know."
Feng Hao shook his head, and he just heard Yan Qing mention that this great warrior is a person from the barbaric period. How many years has passed?
"I have been 16.72 million years in order to choose someone who can inherit my battle of the sky!"
Zhantian Dasheng showed his emotions and said slowly.
From his lifetime, he intends to choose a person who will inherit it and pass on his battles, but he has never met the right person ...
So, he hardened and forged everything in the battle tomb, that is, to choose a person who can fit his mantle! ~
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