Chapter 1871

In a wooden temple, an old man with an old face and a staff in his hand sat on the top with a look of anger.

A youth in Tsing Yi nearby said angrily, "the Pantheon is simply arrogant. It has been formed in a short period of time and its foundation is unstable. Since it still clamors for us to submit, or we will die, it's really a big tone."

A beautiful woman, with a haughty tone, "since they want to die, then we will help them. The force composed of a small five gods, even dare to call the Pantheon. It is arrogant to the extreme."

One side of the middle-aged man, also agreed to say, "I also see such arrogant, but also domineering people for the first time. This time, it's better to kill them directly and see if they dare to say such a thing."

A white teenager beside him said with a smile, "you don't have to be angry. It's the Pantheon who wants to die. It's not only to send such letters to one of our forces, but also to other forces. The thirteen forces still don't crush it."

"My God," he said with a smile! We'll also act quickly. If it's too late, the benefits will be taken away by others. "

The old man, thinking for a while, "let's call on the soldiers to destroy the Pantheon."

In the face of this piece of fat, the old man also wants to divide it into two parts. In the world of gods, faith is the most precious resource. No God is not attracted to faith, so it is bound to rob faith.

Everyone around him obeyed his orders with a confident smile on his face. It is simply too easy for the thirteen forces to destroy one.

"Who are you? This is the wood temple. "

All of a sudden, a yelling voice rang out at the door. The people in the temple didn't care. They thought it was a careless intruder. The bodyguards would solve the problem more quickly.

Ah ah

There was a scream, and the faces of all the people changed. Someone had killed them and they were not weak. All the screams were made by the guards.

The old man with the staff frowned and said to the youth in Tsing Yi, "go out and see what happened."

The youth in Tsing Yi nodded seriously and walked out of the temple.

Ah!

A scream rang out, and the faces of the people changed, but they were not calm, because the scream was the one from the young man in Tsing Yi.

The crowd also immediately came to the outside. They saw that the body of the youth in Tsing Yi had been cut open, blood and internal organs were scattered on the ground, and there was a pile of bodyguards' bodies on the ground, and a man was standing beside him.

Wearing a black cloak, holding a black sword, with a chill, like a murderer devil, people stand up.

The old man fixed his eyes on Zhao Fu and said in a cold voice, "who are you?"

Zhao Fu looked at the old man with a sneer and said, "I am the God of the Pantheon. Now you have two choices. One is to kneel in front of me, and the other is to die under my sword."

There was a trace of anger on the faces of the people present. It was the first time that someone was so arrogant that they even asked the gods they believed in to kneel in front of him and submit. Did he not know that the gods existed supreme?

The old man also looked angry and said, "you want to die!"

I saw the old man emit a strong momentum, holding up the staff in his hand, countless green light emitting, dozens of three meter long wooden thorns, with a strong momentum floating out.

The old man waved his staff.

Shua Shua Shua

With a strong force, a wooden thorn shot quickly at Zhao Fu, as if to penetrate Zhao Fu's body. The momentum was amazing.

Zhao Fu disdained to snort coldly. He held up the imperial sword in his hand. A strong force was injected into it. The sword emitted a strong light.

Boom!

With a sword, a huge black crescent is cut out, with a force to destroy everything. Many wooden thorns shot past are chopped to pieces, without a trace of obstruction, and wood fragments are flying everywhere.

The old man's face changed slightly.

At this moment, the people next to him gave up the attack.

The middle-aged man with a strong momentum, holding a long knife, jumped forward, jumped into the air, raised the long knife to chop Zhao Fu, momentum is strong.

Bang!

Zhao Fu waved a sword with his hand, and a sword force was sent out. He directly cut the middle-aged man out of the room.

The middle-aged man lost on the ground, spit out a big mouthful of blood, the strength to get up is not, looking at should be seriously injured.

Taking advantage of Zhao Fu's attack, a young man rushed to Zhao Fu from one side and stabbed Zhao Fu with a long gun in his hand.

Zhao Fu held out his hand and directly grasped the spear.

The beautiful woman seized the opportunity and rushed to Zhao Fu with a long sword in her hand. The sword in her hand was sharp, and she was about to cut Zhao Fu.

Zhao Fu injected a force into the hand holding the spear, and then poured into it. The boy holding the gun in both hands was shaken open.

With this long gun, Zhao Fu threw it to the side, and the gun shot out with a strong force.Poof!

The spear flew out and went straight through the chest of the beautiful woman. The spear went through her body and penetrated into the ground behind her, and nailed the woman to the spot.

"I'll kill you!"

The old man's face was full of hatred, because the woman was his beloved and concubine. She held up the staff in her hand. The staff gave out green light. The forces of heaven and earth gathered around him, forming a huge spear and sending out an amazing force.

Boom!

As soon as the old man waved his staff, the wooden spear, with a huge and incomparable penetrating force, shot at Zhao Fu. With a strong wind, it was irresistible.

"Sword master!"

Zhao Fu drank lightly, and a huge sword spirit gushed out from the emperor's sword, forming a huge sword wind, which was raging around.

Bang!

As soon as Zhao Fu waved his sword, a sharp sword light flew away. It was as if everything had been cut open. The wooden spear that had been shot was cut in two from the beginning to the end, and shot at both sides of Zhao Fu.

Looking at the old man, Zhao Fu's eyes showed a trace of killing. "Since you want to die, don't blame me."

Zhao Fu turned into a streamer and rushed to the old man.

The old man was startled. He waved his wooden stick and smashed it at Zhao Fu with great strength.

Boom!

Zhao Fu also chopped out with a powerful sword. A huge black sword force flew out, and the old man was chopped out. He fell to the ground and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Come to the old man's side, looking at the seriously injured old man, five fingers into claws, with a force, grab into the old man's abdomen, take out a green divinity, the loss of the Godhead, the old man in a heavy injury, direct death.

Zhao Fu turned his eyes to the young man, who knelt on the ground in fear. Now that the gods have been killed, he can only choose to surrender.

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