Supreme Martial Dao

After judging Wang Chen’s practice of demon law, Wan Ya took a trace of unwillingness, and all the real forces broke out, waving the gods in their hands and marching toward the front.

Stabbing...

Stabbing...

A burst of dull sound came, and for a time, the world was discolored.

A series of void cracks were torn by Wang Chenxi.

A space crack is generated and then quickly compounded.

With the strength of Wanya today, it is not difficult to do this. Although it is not possible to directly enter the void, but there is a way to tear the space.

It’s a pity that no matter how hard he tried, he tore apart the cracks one after another, it didn’t help, and he couldn’t see the shadow of Wang Chen.

"Death."

When Wanya once again tore a crack, a sudden cold noise came.

The next moment, a cold wind swept over, and Wan’s face changed.

He hurriedly fled to the side, and at the same time, the soldiers in the hands quickly resisted, trying to resist Wang Chen's blow.

叮...

Under a roar, Wan Cliff was shaken away.

Wang Chen’s hands hit, the power is boundless.

"The Great Man of the Emperor, 哼, Wan Ya, today, you will die."

Repulsed Wanya, Wang Chen sneered.

The great perfection of the emperor, yes, I did not expect this Wanya to step into the ranks of the great perfection of the Emperor, which has been able to see from the easy tearing of the space before Wanya.

However, this is so, what about it.

The Great Man of the Emperor is always a disciple.

Now, although Wang Chenzheng Yuanli is only a third-order emperor, his star quenching body has stepped into the ten-fold body.

This is the combat power of the strength of the Shenwu.

Even in the face of the great perfection, Wang Chen also defeated me.

"Hands cover the sky."

A move succeeded, after Wang Chen was cold, he did not give Wan Cliff a chance to breathe and directly launched the second attack.

Hands cover the sky.

This is the powerful trick that Wang Chen comprehends after stepping into the star-stirring body and practicing the body of King Kong.

Between the hands, you can cover the sky, this is how powerful it is.

Calling...

The wind whistling, in the twinkling of an eye, the heavens and the earth are dim, and Wang Chen’s palm is like a giant mountain, and the sky is topped down, and the cliffs are covered.

"Hume."

Seeing Wang Chen’s move, Wan Ya’s face changed and he was not willing to roar.

The strength of Wang Chen is beyond his expectations.

The horrible momentum even made him breathless.

"Roll."

Under a roar, he paid all attention to the real power, holding the gods and welcoming toward the palm of Wang Chen.

Want to beat yourself with both hands, this Wang Chen is too big.

The power of the flesh is comparable to the power of the gods.

The cliff at the edge of Wan Ya with a sneer.

噶...

Just, the next moment, his smile came to an abrupt end, and then it became unbelievable.

叮...

The thorns of the gods are on the palm of Wang Chen, but there is no imaginary penetration, but only a deafening crash.

Wang Chen’s hands are as solid and indestructible as King Kong.

"How is it possible?"

Under a single blow, there was no slight success, no advantage, and Wan Ya was shocked.

What makes him even more incredible is that the force that bounced back directly into his body, causing his blood to violently roll, as if to tear his body.

Fighting...

A stream of blood sprang up, and Wan Ya’s body shape retreated.

锵锵锵...

When his body exploded, he lurked for a long time and did not know how long the emperor smashed, and the double tongs suddenly attacked toward the cliff.

"Roll."

A breath of blood again, Wan Ya’s angry roar.

A sword swept out and slammed toward the emperor.

叮叮...

The emperor was shaken back and Wan Ya relapsed.

Just, this moment, Wang Chen is coming again.

Wan Ya is really in a hurry, caught in an absolute downwind without any breathing power.

A great and perfect emperor, even in the confrontation with Wang Chen, it is hard to imagine.

Wang Chen, it is really unparalleled.

The footsteps of the devil dance, Wang Chen's momentum is soaring, hands and claws, like a dragon dancing.

"Vientiane cage."

Looking at Wang Chen’s rising momentum, he is approaching himself again.

The footsteps have not yet stabilized, and Wan Ya’s heart was shocked. He quickly pinched out the fingerprints and sacrificed the Vientiane cage.

This moment, he panicked.

Wang Chen’s strength is beyond his imagination. He couldn’t think of it. Wang Chen was so powerful. Now, he has some confusion.

Booming...

Wan Ya is not a cliff.

This is the strength of the great perfection of the Emperor, and his Vientiane cage is not comparable to others, nor is it comparable to the Vientiane cages that Wang Chen saw.

The golden cage is falling from the sky.

Over the sky, the golden light flickers, the endless ancient giant elephant, began to roar and roar.

The dust is rolling, the momentum is like a rainbow, the scent of the wild, shocking the soul.

Hang...

A bang, the cage fell, and it was covered by Wang Chen.

"Hume,"

When I saw Wan Ya, I sacrificed the Vientiane cage to control myself. Wang Chen sneered.

He didn't even sneak away from the direct tearing space, but instead went straight to the surface.

The powerful Vientiane cage, what about it.

He would like to see that this Vientiane cage is powerful, or his own star quenching body is powerful.

The body's blood is boiling.

The king's blood of the gods, this moment, rolling and moving.

The blood of the king is so terrifying.

It’s rolling and moving, and the momentum that comes out makes the world move.

The thunder roared and the clouds covered the sky.

A thousand miles, the endless Warcraft monster, this moment is exhausted.

Even the ancient beasts such as Emperor Huang, after feeling the blood of Wang Chen’s king-level god, could not help but move.

"Hey, give me a break."

The boiling of the blood of Shenwu, the energy brought, so that Wang Chen feels between heaven and earth at this moment, no rivals.

As if he was between one hand, he could destroy the world.

The one-clawed claw caught the past in the covered Vientiane cage.

Stabbing...

No suspense.

The dull tears came.

The seemingly horrible, glorious and incomparable Vientiane cage, this moment, was actually torn by Wang Chen’s hands and hard-boiled.

Golden light, the Vientiane cage was destroyed, and the fragments disappeared without a trace.

Endless ancient giant elephants, mourning again and again, broken.

噗噗噗...

Blood blood.

The Vientiane cage was destroyed. In an instant, Wan’s face became pale and his body suddenly shook and sat down on the ground.

The Vientiane cage can't resist Wang Chen's move.

He...

"You...you...do you...step in..."

The eyes are panicked, and Wan Cliff is finally no longer calm.

Own Vientiane Cage, under the Shenwu, who can resist.

But now, Wang Chen is...

Does he really step into the hierarchy?

Thinking of this, the face of Wan Ya, it is a very gray, his eyes with despair, with gray.

Shenwu.

How is it possible...

How could Wang Chen step into this level?"

He is only a few years old now.

"No, impossible, absolutely impossible."

Under the tremendous pressure in my heart, Wan Ya’s crazy roar.

Then, as if he was crazy, he rushed toward Wang Chen.

He is not reconciled.

I am so powerful, I think that killing Wang Chen is effortless, and whoever thinks that he is now in such a situation.

This blow to him is not that big.

"Dead, die."

Wan cliff eyes madly rushed toward Wang Chen.

After the mental breakdown, his offense has no rules.

Looking coldly at the cliffs that have been thrown over, Wang Chen looks the same.

It’s just a sneer: “Looking for death.”

A cold voice, Wang Chen's body shape flashed, and one hand directly grabbed toward Wan Cliff.

Stabbing...

Unexpectedly, Wang Chen actually smashed an arm of Wan Ya directly...

The blood is floating, and the cliffs are heartbreaking.

The arm is broken, letting Wanya blood faint.

"Death."

Wang Chen has no sympathy, and then kills.

One hand directly blasts toward the chest of Wan Cliff.

Hang...

Without the resistance, Wan Ya was slammed.

咔咔咔...

The sternum is broken, and the chest of Wan’s chest collapses in an instant.

噗噗噗...

The blood is mad again, and Wan Ya’s eyes are wide, his figure is fixed, his eyes are gradually gray.

With the last sense of consciousness, he looked at Wang Chen with an unwilling look: "How... How could it... I... How can I... Maybe... Fail..."

His voice is very small, even small enough that no one can hear it clearly.

He couldn’t accept it, and he was so defeated to Wang Chen, so he died under Wang Chen’s hands.

But this is a reality, but it is taken over.

Stop the Wanya, Wang Chen did not waste much effort.

Today's Wanya is not an opponent of Wang Chen.

Looking at Wan Ya’s unwilling appearance, Wang Chen just sneered a little and looked at him with cold eyes.

The eyes are gradually gray, the world is gradually cold, and the last sense of the cliff is gradually dispersed.

Hang...

Finally, his body fell straight toward the rear.

Death.

At this moment, Wan Cliff finally died.

A battle with Wang Chen, he completely failed.

Wang looked at the completely lost sound of Wan Ya, Wang Chen long breathed out a breath.

The million cliffs are dead.

Wanjia, in the purgatory, it is completely finished.

Wang Chen’s mouth reveals a smile.

Star quenching body, ten heavy body, King Kong is not bad, Wang Chen finally realized the power of King Kong is not bad.

Especially in this battle, the reason why it is so easy to win, among them, is the energy brought by the blood of Shenwu.

The blood of the king's level, the energy brought by it, has raised the strength of Wang Chen to more than one level.

"Is this the power of the blood of the gods?"

Wang Chen snorted with a sigh of relief.

"Burning."

After a long time, Wang Chen smiled, then looked at the cliff that had died in front of him, and he was cold and screaming.

In an instant, Wan Ya’s body was wrapped and turned into ashes in a blink of an eye.

Wan Ya, the strongest of this Wanjia, this moment, finally turned into ashes and disappeared into the world.

The fall of Wan Ya, Wang Chen won.

Wanjia, it seems that their end is not far away.