Feeling the power of the king's fist, sitting on the top of the Eight Gods Temple, the face of the sword dust can not help but change. With intuition, he knows that if this fist is hit on the Eight Gods Temple, the Eight Gods Temple will be broken. In pieces, there is no possibility of repairing.

Now the Eight Gods Temple has been damaged very seriously, and it is no longer able to withstand the attack of Wang, which is almost a full blow.

The fist of the king has horrible energy in the entanglement, a simple punch, but there is a terrifying power of earth-shattering. In front of this boxing, the space becomes like a fragile tofu, which is easily torn and turned into Darkness.

However, when Wang’s fist was about to hit the Eight Gods Temple, the Eight Gods Temple suddenly disappeared, and the King’s fist suddenly fell, hitting the void in front of him, making the space tremble violently.

I saw that Jian Chen had already taken up the Eight Gods Temple. He didn’t want to get a temple that was so bad that it was destroyed. Immediately, a golden light was shot from his eyebrows. In a flash, it was turned into a golden pagoda with a height of 100 meters. Above the head, then the golden pagoda on the head, flying quickly in the direction of the mercenary city.

"Your treasure is quite a lot, but if you have more treasures, you can't escape today." Wang said with a sneer, his eyes were cold and the murder was revealed.

When the voice just fell, the king's body disappeared. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the sword dust, and the same unpretentious punch hit the sword.

The king's attack is extremely simple, there are not so many gorgeous moves, but each of his attacks has a powerful and incredible power, which is enough to easily destroy the heavens and the earth.

The saint that floated on the top of the sword dust immediately fell down and stood in front of the sword dust. With a loud roar, the king’s fist had been hit by the thunder with a powerful force. Directly fly the speed of the holy device, and slammed into the sword dust hidden behind the holy device.

"Oh." Jian Chen immediately spurted a blood, and the body quickly regressed toward the rear with the saint. The faint ribs on his chest could be heard in the vagueness. A slap in the face of the Emperor's nine-day strong, Rao is also a chaotic body of the sword dust is also difficult to resist, suffering from a minor injury.

After the holy instrument has withstood the king's fist, there has been a concave of the size of the head, which is obviously stronger than the Eight Gods.

The body of Jian Chen flew out like a cannonball. At this moment, he has left the depths of the mountains and reaches the outer areas of the mountains.

At this moment, in a valley thousands of miles away from Jian Chen, Houston, who was waving a **** in the field, suddenly raised his head. The plain eyes suddenly shot two blank eyes and stared into the distance.

"It is the two nine-order World of Warcraft in the mainland of the beasts. They even sneaked into the Tianyuan continent. It is strange that the two strong men who have the source weapons to help Jian Chen, how can I only feel the breath of one of them? Not at the side," Houston said in a deep voice. When he thought of this possibility, his face immediately became very ugly: "If this is the case, then the sword dust is in trouble." The voice fell, and Houston hit the head in the hand. A throw, with a finger effortlessly cut through the space to form a door to a space, directly into the disappearance disappeared.

The chaos of the sword dust has already spread all over the body, and the advantage of the chaos body has not been exerted. At this moment, he has come up with the emperor artifact, and under the cover of the saints, he shot a powerful sword to the king. Although he knows that his current attack is not enough to hurt the Holy Emperor, but at least temporarily delay the king's footsteps.

The power of the sword dust is comparable to the powerful sword of the Seventh Heaven of the Holy Emperor. Wang Gen sees nothing, the fist is shot with incomparable hegemony, and the swords that the sword dust shoots are smashed, even the saints are subject to After several times of heavy blows, the depression has become more and more dense, and the world inside the holy space is constantly shaking, seemingly experiencing the end of the world.

Although the saints can persist for some time under the attack of the strongest of the Holy Emperor, Jian Chen simply did not dare to go to refuge, because in this way, the king can completely bring the saints back to the beastly **** continent and slowly break the holy device. By then, not only him, but even the little white tigers hiding in the space of the sacred are not guaranteed.

"Hey, what is this treasure of the golden pagoda? It is obvious that there is no source of power, but it can block me from attacking so many times without destroying it." Seeing Jian Chen repeatedly blocked his attack, Wang’s heart could not help. It was a shame for him to have a wrath, and it took him a lot of effort to deal with a district emperor with his strength.

Suddenly, the king’s palm was one, and then suddenly pressed against the space in front of him. “Space, let me coagulate.” The voice just fell, and the space around the body of the sword dust solidified in an instant, turning his body. There is no point in the imprisonment, and even the sacristy can't be controlled.

"This time I see how you escape." Wang stared at Jian Chen with a smirk, and a flash came to the face of Jian Chen. The palm of his hand went straight to the chest of Jian Chen and wanted to dig out the heart of Jian Chen.

"I didn't expect that the mainland's strongest people would have to descend from their own hands and follow a junior. If this is said, if you spread it out, I am afraid that it will have a big laughing handle." Suddenly, an old voice is vast from heaven and earth. When the swaying came, I saw that the door of a space suddenly broke apart. Immediately, a long black thorn came out from the door of the space, and all the way through the space, shot at the incredible speed to the king. .

"Looking for death." The face of the king sank, and the palm of the hand that had originally caught the heart of Jian Chen immediately clenched his fist into the black long thorn that was shot on the face.

When the black long thorn is half a meter away from the king's fist, the horrible energy aftermath from the fist of the king will fly back to the impact, and will spur back to the door of space at the speed of lightning.

Wearing a linen suit, Houston, with bare feet, stepped out of the door of space, and looked at the long thorns that flew back and forth. The palm of the hand was slightly tricky, and the fierce air that was brought up by the long thorns suddenly dissipated. Then he fell into the hands of Houston.

Wang Muguang stared coldly at Houston, saying; "There was a great man who was in the realm of the Holy Emperor, but you are not my opponent at all, can't stop me."

"Wang, you are also the strongest of the beast gods, so it is too much to be a big bully. It is too much too much, and you have once again violated our agreement and stepped into the Tianyuan continent." Houston Shen Sheng Said, his face is very unsightly,

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