Chapter 1720: Sword broken true god

There are dozens of divine power fluctuations in the air, which are intertwined with a faint sacred atmosphere. Obviously, a strong man with more than the true has come to this place, where there is a weak god.
"The gods are not very strong, they should be the strongest of the early gods."
The five-way crocodile naturally feels the scent of the gods floating in the air, which is inferred.
Anshui condenses the eyebrows: "The true level, we are now..."
Among them, they are now the strongest in the early days of the young, and they are in the middle of the immortal king. This kind of strength obviously cannot compete with the true god-level powerhouse.
"It doesn't matter, don't care."
Lin Tian said.
This place, intertwined with a very complex natural tattoo, contains the power of the majestic ground, with the funeral dragons he controls, with his current cultivation, mobilizing the power of these veins, enough fearless A true god-level monk.
He greeted Bai Zikai and his party and continued to go deep into the valley.
As the inside goes in, the white smog that is interwoven in the air is thicker and the temperature becomes colder.
At a glance, the group traveled far into the valley.
At this time, there is an amazing in front of it, the air is shaking, and the force is sweeping into the sky, very forced.
Looking into the distance, the white smog in front of it rolled over, and was shaken by the powerful force. There were dozens of figures, and one of the brown-haired old men was intertwined with the fog and was cracking.
"The beginning of the true God!" The five-way crocodile looked at the old man from afar. The scorpion was slightly condensed: "The gods before it are the ones who survived."
"What is he cracking?"
Ling Yun asked Lin Tian.
Lin Tian looked at the front, and the eyes of the gods had already opened: "The dragon's marrow is deep in the valley, surrounded by dragons and suffocating, with the strength of the earthly veins, intertwined with the killing of the illusion, etc., he is cracking a kill Bureau."
"Who?!"
At this moment, in front, a cold drink sounded, and the true god-level powerhouse in dozens of figures sensed the breath of Lin Tian and his entourage. Directly, it seems that two fine mans are suddenly shot from the eye.
Lin Tian moved, the golden light wrapped a group of people, quickly traversed dozens of feet away, avoiding the two fine mans shot in the other's eyes.
With a bang, the place where they just stood was directly hit by two elites. The vast land disappeared silently, and the void was directly destroyed by a large piece.
This made a group of people scared, the white tiger said: "The true god-level powerhouse is really terrible, just the dawn has such a power!"
In front, with the true-aged brown-haired old man discovering Lin Tian and his entourage, the other dozens of monks naturally saw Lin Tian and his party.
"Humanity?!"
Dozens of people are monks of the Necromancer, and the dawn is very cold.
There are only one family of monks in this world. There are no other so-called families and forces. Like the Netherland in the ninth day of the Ten Thousand Tianqu, this time, watching Lin Tian and others, all emerged hostility and killing.
At the same time, these people saw Yang Qi.
"Is it you! Not killed?!"
"Severely leaked the news of the fairy dragon, brought people here!"
"Is his accomplice?!"
These people know Yangqi, because they were sent to other dozens of strong people to kill the singularity of the singularity.
"Kill them!"
The brown-haired old man was cold and open. "Yes!"
Among the dozens of monks in the dead spirits, one of them should be the vocal, one-and-a-half-step fairy king, and directly stepped forward to Lin Tian and his party, ruthlessly shot, illusionless eternal power, Lin Tian and his entourage at the same time.
For a time, rumbling, this place, the whole void can not help but shake, many places directly cracked.
Lin Tian was at the forefront of the group, raised his hand directly, slapped the past, crushed all the gods that the man had sacrificed on the spot, and then landed on the other's body, in a scream of horror, a scream Directly smash the other side's shot, together with the soul of the soul also annihilated.
For a time, the other dozens of monk monks were discolored.
The man who started it, but a half-step fairy king, but now it is so easily killed!
"The mid-day of the fairy, there is such a power!"
A strong king of the dead spirits of the immortal kings whispered openly, for the place to remove the strongest person outside the brown-haired old man, the words immediately fell out and immediately pushed toward Lin Tian.
This is a mid-term powerhouse of the immortal king, and the power of the gods is terrible.
Lin Tian did not face the front, looking at Xiao Tai’s early words: "Little guy, destroy the soul and leave his flesh."
This is a strong king, the strength contained in the body is very thick, leaving the body of the other side to practice with the sacred treasure, enough to match an amazing heaven and earth treasure.
"Oh."
Xiao Taichu clearly understood his meaning, the sound of milk and the sound of the milk, the wings fluttering, the six colors of light and the mighty, directly annihilating the other god, and at the same time there are six colors of power to kill the arrow into the other side of the sea, In a scream, the soul of the other side is directly wiped out, so that the light of life in the other's eyes flies in the air, leaving only a good meat shell to be preserved.
For a time, this place, the dozens of monks in the dead spirits are discolored, and one of them is so easily killed! They looked at the beginning of the small, and they could not help but show their surprise.
"The Mid King!"
The old-fashioned old man in the early days of the true was condensed. At this time, he temporarily stopped the cracking of the ground in front of him, and his eyes fell on the little Taichu. It looked very cold and walked forward step by step.
"Luo Daren wants to be hands-on!"
"Luo Daren is in a real state of God. They are the best, and they are the strongest and only the middle of the immortal. In the blink of an eye, they will all be wiped out!"
"Hate, the two strong men in my world are so dead in their hands!"
These dead spirit monks obviously do not know that Lin Tian and his entourage have provoked the sin of the next night of the dead spirits, because they came to this place a few days ago, this time only because they have two ethnic groups killed in this place. And the eyes are cold.
"Luo Daren will take revenge for them! Kill them all! Then take the fairy dragon here!"
Dozens of monks in the Necromancer look at Lin Tian and others, all ruthless.
At this time, the true-aged brown-haired old man started to work, and there was no special movement. This piece of emptiness was directly distorted, and the gods were intertwined. One of the divine powers emerged from behind, and the mighty people pressed against Lin Tian and his entourage. Falling down, interweaving the destructive power of the monks.
In the face of such divine powers, Bai Zikai and An Shui Shui and other people are all eyes, such an attack, they can not stop.
The five-line crocodile shrank its neck and leaned against Lin Tiandao: "The kid, rely on you!"
Lin Tian nodded, his right leg was slightly shocked on the ground, and for a long time, the whole ground began to shake, and the haze of the white smog came out from the ground, welcoming the power of the old man.
In a blink of an eye, the two hit together. /"Rumble!"
The violent sound echoed, as if the thunder was roaring, the power of the old man who was born in the darkness was crushed and crushed, and there was an amazing force sweeping out, and the old man shook the old man out of the distance.
"grown ups!"
The other dozens of monks in the dead spirits are discolored, and the old-fashioned black-haired old man is the strongest in the early days of the true god. But now, he was crushed by a monk in the middle of the heavens, and he was shaken back a few feet away.
"Can you really block it?! It's amazing!"
The white tiger blinked, although he knew that Lin Tian had control over the funeral dragons, and Lin Tian had hinted that the fun of the funeral dragons had been mobilized here, and that there was no fear of the true level, but this time he saw this scene, but still I couldn’t help but be shocked.
Opposite, the true-aged brown-haired old man stabilized his body, his eyes fell on Lin Tian, ​​his eyes were obviously shocked, his face was a bit unsightly: "What have you done?! This is not your strength!"
Lin Tian’s cultivation, he saw it, only the beginning of the fairy, it is impossible to sacrifice such a strong attack.
"No need to tell you."
Lin Tiandao.
The old man with brown hair immediately smashed a cold: "Then kill you directly!"
With a bang, the that exudes in the body can rise hundreds of times in an instant, and once again crushed down to Lin Tian.
Lin Tian is not afraid. When he came to this place, he had branded the dragon pattern in the early days. He had built a miniature burial dragon array in the ground. At this time, he worked to bury the dragons and mobilize more of the power of the earth. Dozens of earthly dragons.
"Hey!"
Dozens of dragons roared, and there was a near-real Longwei manifestation. The mighty rushed toward the old-fashioned old man, and in a blink of an eye, it was the shattering of the other god’s ability to smash it out. Baizhang is far away, and there is direct blood squirting from the mouth.
This scene is undoubtedly making the other dozens of monks in this place discolored, and the old man is shocked because he has already used 90% of the power, but it is still blocked by Lin Tian. Come down, and, instead, give him a shock!
"Damn!"
His voice was cold and banging, and the infinite princes poured out from his body, and the majestic gods intertwined, making the void of this place turbulent.
When these breaths came out, Bai Zikai and Ling Yun couldn’t help but look awkward.
"Shinto!"
The five-way crocodile sighed and the expression became dignified.
The law of Shinto, but a little scary!
Lin Tian naturally feels the horrible of these fluctuations, very horrible, but the expression is without any change.
The funeral dragon was run to the limit by him. At the same time, the natural fairy road was run by him. With these natural fairy tales and the funeral dragons, the power of more and more natural veins was mobilized, and other forces in the world were surging. Later, Qi Qi surrounded him, and in the next moment, he gathered a sword that was seven feet long.
"cut!"
His voice was calm, and the sacred swords that were intertwined with the funeral dragons and the natural fairy tales forced the people to fall down directly toward each other before the brown-haired old man had come to attack.
Awkward, the ten-party void is directly broken.
The brown-haired old man is facing this sword and is discolored on the spot: "You..."
"puff!"
The speed of the sword is very fast, and it turns down, interrupts its words, annihilates its Shinto laws, and then smashes it.
(End of this chapter)