Peerless God Emperor

The first thousand eight hundred and fifty-seven chapters of the eight realms of magic sword!

In the eyes of all Qiangjun disciples, including Zhan Yu, Awakening is their best grindstone.

After defeating Awakening, the gun in his hand became even sharper and more powerful.

A shot is fired, regardless of whether you are the lofty mountains or the will of the sky, all will collapse and collapse.

Different from the feeling of Zhan Yu, who was fiercely fighting, Su Xing was suddenly relieved.

Through Zhan Yu's reaction, he found that his previous thoughts were a little wrong. Originally, he was worried about exposing himself because he was afraid that the gunman would kill him.

With the current cultivation base of the gunlord, he wants to kill an individual in this demon territory, and it is estimated that no one can stop it.

That means awakening is dead.

But now it seems that the situation is not like that, and the gunlord does not mean to be personal.

This is actually quite normal. The Gunmaster is now one of the top ten titled demon ancestors in the Demon Realm. His once awakening has long been ignored by him, and he has created a statue. The greater role is to sharpen the state of mind and not kiss each other. To shot.

Just like a giant, where would you find an ant to kill all over the mountains and plains, leisure is not such a leisure method!

On the contrary, the disciples of the spearman, after practicing the spearmanship of the spearman, they often see the awakened statues, and one by one, they hope to defeat and beheaded to wake up.

Although the disciple of the gunman must be extremely extraordinary, it is better for the awakening than the worst situation of the gunman to get close!

This is not because he is afraid or weak.

It is really incomparable. After the Shui Clan was separated, the gunmaster had cultivated for hundreds of millions of years, but how long was he? When the difference in strength is larger than that of the sky, the enthusiasm and courage of the blind are purely impatient.

"boom!"

Zhan Yu took one step and flew out of the mephit.

The slender body is as tall and straight as a gun, standing proudly in the sky, and his fighting spirit is fierce like fire, and his devilish energy is like flames.

"Who will go first!"

In Zhan Yu's calm, there was another excited voice.

Su Xing and Hu Yanzheng looked at Leng Moyou with great understanding.

When the sky falls, the taller one will stand up first, and the strong enemy will naturally go up first.

However, Leng Moyou was indifferent, and said lightly: "There must be a personal finale."

Hu Yanzheng said: "It's all this time. What else is needed for the finale? Don't you know what is called premature death and early birth?"

Su Xing glanced at Hu Yanzheng, nodded and said: "I think what you said makes sense, then you go first! Lead by example."

"..."

Hu Yanzheng's face trembled fiercely. He didn't expect to wake up in a tacit understanding with him just now. In a flash, he changed the direction of the wind and pushed himself out.

Seeing Leng Moyou also looked at him, Hu Yanzheng felt a lot of pressure.

"Then let me come to you for a while."

Hu Yanzheng looked generous to death, stepped out of the mountain, and looked at Zhan Yu.

"You are not even qualified to let me draw a gun!"

Zhan Yu glanced at Hu Yanzheng and shook his head.

If he met Hu Yanzheng in other places, he would still be a bit excited, but whether it is the powerful Leng Moyou or the awakening of a special identity, Zhan Yu is more important than Hu Yanzheng.

This caused Hu Yanzheng to be much lighter in Zhan Yu's eyes.

"Unreasonable!"

Hu Yanzheng was really angry this time. After being so nakedly despised by Zhan Yu one after another, the majesty of his blood ancestor was almost shattered, whether it is tolerable or unbearable...

Hu Yanzheng roared, and rushed towards Zhan Yu furiously.

In mid-air, he folded his hands together, and the divine power around him was surging and gathered in his palm like a tide. Suddenly, as his hands slashed down, a very stunning blade of light roared out, almost splitting the sky and the earth. Two halves.

"Ancestor's knife!"

Everyone who saw this scene was moved by it.

That sword was extremely stunning, with extremely domineering aura, the **** blocking the killing of the gods, and the devil blocking the slaughter of the demons, as if it could destroy everything in the world. It was one of the twelve giants in the God Realm, the knife ancestor.

The sword technique of the ancestor of the sword is also known as the ‘eight realms of the **** sword’.

It is divided into eight realms, human, spirit, ghost, earth, sky, prehistoric, universe, and good fortune.

Cultivating to the realm of good fortune is naturally a magical technique for good fortune.

But so far, only the ancestor of Dao has reached that height.

And even in the two realms of the prehistoric and cosmic realms, very few people have reached it. They are either the elders who practiced with the sword ancestors, or they are really talented people on the path of the sword.

But now, Hu Yanzheng's sword technique is in the heavenly realm.

With his current cultivation as a realm, being able to do this is already powerful enough, not to mention that he is not a knife repairing focused on the skill of the sword.

Others are unavoidably surprised, but only wake up and look indifferent.

He knew that Hu Yanzheng was the reincarnated body of the blood ancestor. For the blood ancestor, an old monster that had lived for countless years, it was not a strange thing to study other giants' magic arts.

It is estimated that it is restricted by the cultivation base, otherwise Hu Yanzheng can display the sword technique of the great wasteland.

"The cultivation base is not good, so what if the sword technique is amazing? Break it for me!"

Zhan Yu's voice with a bit of contempt sounded in the void, and immediately people saw that Zhan Yu raised his palm, and directed towards the oncoming stunning knife light.

He said that Hu Yanzheng was not qualified to let him draw a gun, but he really didn’t draw a gun. He used to refer to the gun. The gun came out like an angry dragon, tearing the world apart, carrying an incomparable and powerful demon energy, crushing the sword into a single inch.齑粉.

Not only that, the gun was so powerful that after tearing the knife away, it actually killed Hu Yanzheng himself, seeming to be trying to kill Hu Yanzheng in one go.

"puff!"

It sounded like the sound of broken blisters.

Then Hu Yanzheng's body disintegrated and vanished into smoke.

"died?"

Many demons are paying attention to this battle, seeing this scene, can't help but feel a little surprised.

Things are going too smoothly, and it is inevitable that people will be surprised.

In fact, Hu Yanzheng did not die. Everyone quickly reacted. The ashes disappeared, obviously not Hu Yanzheng's body.

A plume of green smoke turned straight down in midair, and drilled into a crack in the basin below.

Hu Yanzheng escaped.

The moment before, the momentum was fierce, and the posture of a decisive battle, the next moment he fled directly, simply and neatly, without any muddling.

Not only Hu Yanzheng, but the awakening on the mountain peak also took action somehow, displaying the nine changes of the divine cicada, his body flashing in the void one after another, and then he and Hu Yanzheng fell into the same crack.

The most surprising thing is that Leng Mo quietly arrived first. Although his actions were a bit slower than his speed, his speed was faster than his awakening, and he was actually one step ahead of him and entered the crack.

"Cunning man of the gods!"

"Don't let them escape."

After a brief period of silence around the basin, a large number of demon elites finally reacted, one by one was furious, with a feeling of being played around, and took the initiative to rush towards the basin.

In the void, Zhan Yu frowned, and a trace of suspense flashed in his dark eyes. He always felt that the three of them had such a tacit understanding, as if they were planning some conspiracy.