Chapter 1281: Tyrant

In this soulful environment, it is not the strength of the true God...

Instead, he will spread his way into it, let the warrior come to see it, and realize his Shinto!

One person guards the lonely city, and he fights against the army with one knife!

From the body of this demon warrior, there is a domineering in heaven and earth that is unique to me.

After this knife, no one of the Mozu army stood up.

Of course, except for Luo Zheng...

However, after Luo Zheng escaped the knife, he climbed up, and the eyes of the demon warrior fell on Luo Zheng!

At the moment when the demon warrior stared at it, Luo Zheng felt a huge pressure!

"You... why don't you lie down!"

The demon warrior roared, and the soul of Luo Zheng was trembled.

However, Luo Zheng’s eyes were firm and he only replied indifferently: “I didn’t break my legs and naturally I would not lie down.”

"I don't want to lie down, then kneel down!"

"call!"

The demon warrior will wave a long knife in his hand, pointing toward Luo Zheng, and the big knife will press down!

This knife is not pressed against Luo Zheng.

But Luo Zheng felt strong pressure instantly and suppressed it on his shoulder!

Under the suppression of this giant force, Luo Zheng's knees are slightly soft, and there is a strong and overbearing trend in this pressure, just like a mountain is generally pressed on Luo Zheng.

At this moment, Luo Zheng is the body of the soul, and this power of pressure is not a real power. He naturally cannot use the power of dragon scales to confront.

"Not yet, surrender to me!"

The demon warrior burst into a burst!

The Broadsword will once again push down two points, and the power of the pressure will also increase by two points. The power of Luo Zheng will naturally increase by two points!

Faced with such power, Luo Zheng stretched his legs, but still stood firmly in the same place, and his eyes were fixed on the demon warrior, and there was no compromise on his face.

"I don't want to blame the sky, I don't know what to do, how can I succumb to you in my life!" Luo Zheng said coldly, his body was stretched a bit!

The demon warrior sneered, "No, let's die!"

"Hey!"

This big knife is waving!

A rough and incomparable knife, wrapped in the supreme trend, came to Luo Zheng mammoth!

"Humph!"

Luo Zheng is also **** for tat.

Although the great sword that he disarmed from the Mozu soldiers was not suitable, the battle on this soul level was originally to fight with momentum.

He is also a sword!

"Hey!"

Luo Zheng’s sword smashed out and collided with the big knife, but it was instantly annihilated. The power of the two is obviously not a level!

Seeing this scene, Luo Zheng’s gaze was slightly congested, and he retreated a few feet away.

At the moment of retreat, Luo Zheng’s gaze suddenly changed. All the emotions in his eyes had dissipated, and instead he was replaced by the ultimate cold!

"There is a sword!"

"call out!"

The sword of a god, originally a sword trick that was discovered by the soul level.

Now that Luo Zheng is in a state of soul, it is equivalent to unloading the burden of the flesh. This sword is driven by lyricism, and this sword is more pure!

"Hey..."

The huge knife gas collided with Luo Zheng’s sharp sword, and a muffled sound broke out.

Although this sword is small, it is invincible. Under this collision, it is hard to cut a crack in the knife.

When the knife gas spread to Luo Zheng, Luo Zheng naturally drilled from the crack...

"Ok?"

This time, it was the turn of the demon warrior who was surprised.

As a mark of the true God, although he does not have the strength of the true God, but this knife is smashed out, but it is to maximize the knife's hegemony, but it is easily broken by the juniors.

"call!"

The demon warrior once again broke out.

It is also a hegemonic sword!

In the face of the knife, Luo Zheng facial expression, the sword in his hand once again waved, once again broke this knife!

After breaking the knife of the Mozu Warrior twice in a row, the Demon Warrior was laughing, and he took a long knife against him, and suddenly he took a step and went straight to Luo Zheng!

Seeing that the demon warrior went straight to himself, Luo Zheng’s face was light, and the long sword circled in the air, but it was once again stabbed toward the demon warrior!

"There is a sword!"

This true god, even if it is a mark, is also the existence of Luo Zheng impossible to overcome.

But the Emperor's Promenade is only a test, and what Luo Zheng can do is to maximize his strength.

He believes that if he can't even pass this emperor's promenade, I am afraid that few people can pass this dream battlefield. Moreover, when the first torch is passed, the woman named Yuhan is not high with herself. Next, this is a test and sentiment about the Shinto!

"when!"

Under the sword's collision, a crisp sound broke out.

Luo Zheng's body shape then retreats, and then once again a sword!

"There is a sword!"

There is only one trick in the sword, but it is a simple trick, but there is a trick in the simple.

With sensation, you can break through the tricks...

That Yi Jian Tian Zun was able to confront the true **** with the strength of Tian Zun. The power of this sword can be imagined!

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

"..."

Under the collision of the sword, the color of surprise in the eyes of the demon warrior is getting richer and thicker.

Since the opening of the Emperor's Promenade, many young boys with arrogance have passed from him...

It is really not a simple matter to let these young people kneel down.

But no one, able to attack him so many moves, and he also found out that this kind of momentum contained in the sword's mind is actually much weaker than himself!

In the eyes of this true God, this is a very magical thing.

After all, his knife has the potential of the tyrants, and he is thus certifying the Shinto!

A kid in the sea of ​​the sea, why do you fight against yourself with a sword?

"What swordsmanship are you practicing?" asked the demon warrior in a cold voice.

"Don't you know?" Luo Zheng smiled slightly, and the sword in his hand was again thrown out. "I want to learn, I can teach you!"

"when!"

The sword collided.

"Good! More mad than Lao Tzu!" Hearing Luo Zheng, this demon warrior is not angry and laughs, and there is a color of appreciation in his eyes.

However, under this knife, Luo Zheng’s giant sword was shattered.

The giant sword that he temporarily paid was a blade that did not enter the stream. Under this collision, it was broken...

The demon warrior saw this scene and took the plunge. The purpose of his existence was not to kill Luo Zheng. In this blink of an eye, the long knife was gently picked, and there was a piece of cloth on the ground not far away. The sword came towards Luo Zhengfei!

"I don't believe you can break my trick! Take your sword!"

After all, the demon warrior will slam the long knife into the sky!

A knife! Two knives! Three knives...

The thick dark clouds of this day were divided by his sword!

After these few knives were thrown out, the Mozu warrior said in a cold voice: "The knife is the tyrant, and the pursuit of my life is the tyrant's tendency. I enter the Tao with a knife, and I am the only god! I have won the King Kong! Life, magic Chen!"

When his voice fell, the thick clouds were shattered, and the sun shattered through the clouds, but there was a sense of fog!

at the same time……

Invisible knives, sinking from the sky, gathered on Luo Zheng!

"Hey..."

Luo Zheng is pointing to the sky with a long sword, and the look has never changed.

The momentum of this knife is astounding, and this domineering is integrated into the world, and it is intimidating, but Luo Zheng still does not move.

Lyricism is to break all emotions!

In the face of the knife from the sky, Luo Zheng is small, but in turn gives people a feeling of looking down on the people, it is the big pressure is also ignored by Luo Zheng!

"Hey..."

Countless knives are coming!

Surrounding around Luo Zheng!

These knives are like the torrents flowing in the river, and the Luo Zheng is a meteorite in the center of the rapids. It stands still and does not move. These torrents are helpless to Luo Zheng, and they are naturally separated from each other...

After a long time, the thick reserves in the sky were closed again.

I have never seen a knife falling in the sky...

Luo Zhengping sees the true **** called "Magic Chen" in front of him. He has already withdrawn from the state of lyricism, and his eyes are also a bit smart!

When the magical note noticed the change of Luo Zheng, it was a big laugh. "You, it is not suitable for my god! And... you already have your own Shinto, but the Shinto you have repaired, it is destined to be a basket of water!" ”

"Why?" Hearing the words of the magic, Luo Zheng asked.