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"See that?" Shangguan was injured by Chen Qisheng, but this injury was nothing to a God King. He said with a smile: "because of your existence, all the people in this city are suffering, and every time you attack and attack, you will fall down. If you hurt me, my blood of God King will be a disaster on earth."

"It doesn't matter." Chen Qisheng was as cold as a murderous God. His black Fubi was once again wielded. He rolled his attack and attack shop forward. His cold eyes were full of fearlessness. He did not seem to care about the life and death of the people below. What he wanted was the sudden death of Shangguan.

"Is it?" Shangguan laughed silently, slowly stretched out his big hand and patted it down towards the front. For a moment, his magic power burst out, showing a terrible momentum.

That momentum, domineering, deep, cold, even at this moment, that terrible momentum spread to the bottom of the capital.

Then, the sound of screams rose and fell, people were terrified and despairing. On the street, countless figures exploded directly and could not bear the momentum.

"It's all because of you, and they died because of you." Shangguan raised the corners of his mouth and sneered. His young body came out of the dark clouds. He was heroic and his eyes were cold.

"Ha ha!" Chen Qisheng laughed, a bit sad, he is for the world and feel sad.

This is the Holy Land in people's mouth, the invincible God King, the God's residence to protect one side. In order to destroy an illusory existence, even hundreds of thousands of people's lives can be abandoned.

Kill!

He said no more. Even if the whole capital city was destroyed, he would kill Shangguan. No one could stop him. One by one, the writing and writing were blooming, and the talismans were generated, and the killing was overwhelming.

Shangguan seemed to be angry. He was as cold as the God of war. He offered his own magic weapon. It was a bell. He never became a king's weapon, but it was almost the same. It was full of terrible breath.

When the two fought again, the sky roared, the sun and the moon were dim, the sky was dim, and the breath of kingliness fell down, like Mars falling to the earth, causing a terrible disaster.

In the capital, there was panic and despair.

This kind of war wave is too terrible, even the purple statue of the president can not be blocked, the purple light that blooms is full of holes.

PATA!

A drop of blood falls down and falls right on the purple statue. Then, a horrible picture emerges, and the part of the statue that touches the blood melts directly.

Seeing this, the dean's face sank.

At the same time, another sky, purple blue light and the gold clock confused, the two sides of the war has entered a white hot.

"Dean." In the crowd, a beautiful figure slowly came out, the eyes were bright and moving, the smile on the corner of the mouth was thick: "give up!"

"Hey, hey Zhuo Yilin also came.

"You can't win. The war goes on. Not only you, but also hundreds of thousands of people in the capital city will die." The moon in the south palace opens her mouth and looks indifferent.

"Why don't you let the people in the Holy Land stop?" Fang Xuexue leaped down and came with a gentle step.

"It's none of your business. You can go." Nangong Mingyue looks at her.

"Hundreds of years ago, from the moment our house was destroyed, wherever there were people in the holy land, it was all about me." Fang Xuexue chuckles, has a kind of calm and calm.

"Is it?" Nangong Mingyue smiles.

Boom!

Deep in the sky, a purple figure flew down, and the purple sword clang was crushed by the king.

"Younger martial brother." The one armed old man mourned.

"I am the guardian of the sky, purple clothes." He opened his mouth weakly and tried to run the air sea. Before his body fell to the ground, he whirled around and rushed up again.

The broken sword, as if feeling the master's call, came quickly.

"Poor pulse, then completely die away!" The three powerful men of Hao family sneered and laughed again and again.

Dang!

The sound of the bell rises and falls. In the golden bell, the shadow appears. It is very tall, just like an ancient giant. Then one hand clapped down, the momentum spread rapidly, covering the vast land of dozens of miles, and the whole capital was shrouded in it.

The revival of the king's magic soldiers and the internal God's residence are coming out. This is a frightening scene.

"I am the guard of the sky, purple and blue." The two old men looked at each other, drank softly, and both laughed. Their smiles were brilliant. At the same time, they crushed the talisman given by Chen Qisheng.

In an instant, the two figures changed, from gray hair to middle age, then to young, and then to youth.

The years are merciless, and the time goes against the current. It seems that they have returned to that young age, the era that only belongs to them. From there, they began to practice, knew each other, and at the same time became the guardian of the sky, with the same mission.

In countless years, they have been with each other, fighting side by side, never giving up on each other, even now.

When they were young, they were full of vigor and vitality.

The arm of the old man with one arm grew rapidly, and the broken sword of the old man in purple was healed. The two looked at each other with a bright smile and incomparable freedom and ease.The realm is also improving, almost into the king's way.

Finally, the two men killed in front, like two young god's residence, blood boiling inside.

"To eat the past is not to be changed." Nangong Mingyue sneered, looked up at the sky, and immediately turned away.

"Finally, it's time to wait for this day, haha!" Zhuo Yilin's smile was cold, and his body was full of divine awns, blocking all the waves of the king's way.

At the next moment, he made a direct move, and the five element boxing was opened and closed, and a kind of spirit engulfed the mountains and rivers burst out and filled the place.

The Dean looked indifferent and looked at him. Finally, the whole body stepped into the purple statue. In a moment, the figure overlapped again, and his whole person was integrated with the statue.

The statue quickly revived, a pair of purple and monstrous eyes opened, and the shape was also changing, from three meters tall to five meters, and finally fixed in ten meters.

Roar!

The purple giant roared and rushed forward like a fierce beast.

With the revival of the statues, the purple God awn that shrouded the capital was also dissipated. Countless aftershocks spread down, sinking like Mount Tai, cold as hell, and the astonishing killing intention was more like a sword on the capital.

This is a catastrophe.

Xia Wu Hou's eyes trembled and his whole body was grieved.

Xia Xiaoxiao takes a look at the sky, grabs his elder brother's shoulder and strides away.

At this time, the middle-aged women and children waved their hands. The sun and the moon were dim, the sky was dim, and the wind was blowing out. It was invisible that a giant dragon appeared, opened its fangs and tore it down.

The goal of the dragon is not only a purple statue, but also a whole capital.

"Heaven and earth are inhumane. They regard all things as cud dogs. Saints are not benevolent. They regard people as cud dogs." On the long street, a scholar in white opened his mouth sadly. At the next moment, a ray of breath fell down and ran through his whole body. He fell down with a plop and his vitality was cut off.

Roar!

The purple giant wails and roars. He ignores Zhuo Yilin. With a big wave of his hand, Fang Xuexue is sent out dozens of miles away. Then he turns around and rushes to Qin Meng, sitting on the ruins.

But the Dragon had already come down, and with a puff, it ran through his body.

The picture solidifies, the time stagnates, everything is still at this moment, the purple giant falls down slowly, and the blood in his body is not stopped.

His consciousness began to sink, and he seemed to hear the sound of a sword, full of sadness.