Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Above the sky, Yin Zhiwei understood everything, and the anger of his heart could be imagined. The whole body trembled, and his face was sinking, and his chest seemed to press a piece of megalith, so that his breathing became urgent.

He never imagined that he had become a chess piece that was used by people.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, almost making him crazy!

"Damn boy, I must kill you personally!" Yin Zhiwei screamed in his heart, his eyes locked on the three killers, killing the machine.

Above the induction compass, other red spots are coming over, so Yin Zhiwei's time is running out, and the three people must be resolved as soon as possible.

Of course he can't explain anything, because it's useless to explain.

Only the weak will defend, it is not what he wants to do.

What he needs to do is to kill the three people in front!

"Bad boy, pay for the thirteen brothers!" Turbulently, a loud voice rang, and immediately a black figure flashed like a lightning, and a sharp sword stabbed out, the space is like a lake, separated by a strong A black sword shadow came out.

"Hey!" Yin Zhiwei smiled coldly, and the soul of the silver soul shot, the soul of the silver soul was actually condensed into a silver humanoid shadow, shrouded in his body, like a giant in the sky.

The good silver giant has a huge kilometer, standing in the sky, like a giant, overlooking everything.

When the silver giant's body trembled a little, a mighty momentum appeared, overwhelming and rolling, roaring.

"The horrible momentum!" The crowd below felt terrible momentum, his eyes trembled and his expression was sluggish.

"This Yin Zhiwei, even hidden the strength!" Xiao Yun saw this scene, his face slightly sinking, surprised.

Before Yin Zhiwei and Nie Tian played against each other, they did not use this trick, otherwise they would not be the ultimate soul to the lore.

"This is the Gintama!" Nie Tian looked at the shadow of the silver giant in the sky, sinking and opening his face, and his face was difficult to hide.

He did not think that Yin Zhiwei's silver soul swordsmanship was so terrible to this point, able to condense such a terrible silver soul!

The Gintama is a silver soul that is condensed by the spirit of the silver soul. In the rumor, the soul of the silver soul that is cultivated to the ultimate silver soul sword is more horrible than the giant body of the Emperor.

If Nie Tian and Yin Zhiwei had a battle before, the latter used the silver soul to be true, and may not be able to fight against the Supreme Dragon Soul.

It seems that Yin Zhiwei was too small to look at Nie Tian, ​​so he did not use the Gintama.

"Is the killer of the Heavenly Hall? In front of the Gintama, all are ants!" Yin Zhiwei looked around and looked around, the huge silver soul moved instantly, and the silver giant palm was pressed like a mountain, and it was directly shot. The black swordsman was crushed into R mud.

"Twelve brothers!" The desolation of the Tenth and the Wilderness 11 was obviously terrifying.

The person who just shot was a waste of twelve, but unfortunately was killed by an instant.

Thirteen swords, no one expected, will encounter such a terrible opponent.

"Eleventh brother, you leave first, this person is too strong, only the eldest brother can deal with it!" The tenth gaze is sinking, but it is calm down, the whole body of the sword is coming out, accompanied by terrible red blood, a handle The **** giant sword slowly condenses in the air.

"Ten brother!" When the 11th saw the situation, he screamed and immediately responded. The 10th is to burn his own blood, release the strongest move, and fight for his escape time.

"Well?" Yin Zhiwei saw this scene, and it was a cold smile. "Is it self-suffocating? If your strength is the same as mine, I may be jealous, but you are too weak, even if you are burning yourself, there is no Any chance!"

On the ground, everyone looked at them with insaneness, and the heart was shocked.

Nie Tian shook his head slightly, but he did not think that the love between the murderers was so heavy. One of them even sacrificed himself to fight for another person's chance of survival. From this point of view, these killers are still bloody.

It is a pity that the silver soul he encountered, even if it is self-burning, will not help.

"Eleventh brother, go quickly!" In the void, the declining body is soaring to the extreme, the **** giant sword of the whole body is full of kilometers, roaring, such as the collapse of the mountain, directly killing the past with Yin Zhiwei.

The momentum is rolling, like a raging wave, rolling around the clouds, roaring.

In the face of the sword of the Burning Blood, Yin Zhiwei was not afraid at all, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes. Instead, it was a slap in the face.

The power of the Gintama is beyond imagination.

The reason why Lingyun Jiange can rank second among the nine swords is because of the existence of the silver soul.

If it is not because of the solitary rebellion of the Heavenly Temple, the momentum of Lingyun Jiange is not necessarily weaker than that of the Heavenly Hall.

"Boom!" The next moment, the **** sword shadow crashed down, and fell on the silver soul. After a huge muffled sound, it was directly broken, and the **** sword was scattered in the void, and instantly turned into nothing.

The sword of the Burning Blood is completely unable to shake the Gintama!

"蝼 蝼, all die!" Yin Zhiwei eyes chill, slammed, the giant palm fell, the waste ten died on the spot, the bones are not saved, even the **** is not left.

The shadow of the eleventh was moved, but the next moment was directly frozen and could not move.

The silver spirit is too strong, and the surrounding space is solidified. The desert eleven reaction is slower and directly suppressed by the powerful momentum.

"Hey!" Immediately, a silver blade flashed, and the screams of the wilderness did not come out, and it was directly turned into blood.

The Gintama is too powerful, especially the strength of several people under the Yin Zhiwei, but there is no resistance.

"Is this the killer of the Heavenly Hall? It's a mess!" Yin Zhiwei killed three killers in a blink of an eye, and his eyes were excited with a sigh of relief, cold and cold, and looked disdainful.

The crowd below "this······" looked at the sky above, and they took a breath of cold, but they did not react completely.

Yin Zhiwei's figure moved, the sword of the whole body dissipated, the silver soul disappeared, he glanced at the induction compass, his eyes flashed with terrible anger, and the induction compass collapsed directly.

"Silver boy, between us, never die!" Yin Zhiwei was used, angry, and his heart screamed, and the figure left and left.

He is not stupid, destroying the induction compass directly, otherwise those killers will be let go!

Yin Zhiwei perceives from the induction compass, and the other killers are very strong, especially one of them. It seems that the strength is more terrifying than him, and there is even a repair that is close to the Emperor's nine!

If this person rushes over, I am afraid that his silver soul is also difficult to compete.

The crowd looked at the white figure and disappeared into the void, but it didn't react for a long time.

Nie Tian brows slightly wrinkled, shaking his head and screaming, murmured: "It seems that I missed a good time to kill Yin Zhiwei."

Yin Zhiwei's silver soul is too strong, let Nie Tian have a hint of jealousy, next time you meet this person, you must kill, never suffer!

At the same moment that Yin Zhiwei left, the temple was in the sky.

"Bastard!" An angry roar sounded like a thunder, and it blew in the empty hall.