Gate of God

The eyes of the demon soldiers looked at Fang Zheng, their hands were trembling. This tremor made the arrows in their hands impossible to shoot at all, and the hands were unstable. How could the arrows be stabilized?

"Is this guy still a human?"

The same thought rose in the hearts of nearly one hundred thousand demon soldiers.

In addition, there is another kind of speculation in their hearts.

The straight blow just now...

Is it a coincidence?

Still strength!

If it is real strength, does it mean that Fang Zhengzheng has been able to work with the setting sun...

impossible!

Almost instantly, all the magic soldiers rejected this guess.

It is definitely a coincidence.

It's just that this coincidence is really a coincidence.

First, Nangong Hao used the sword to whip up the hearing of the chaotic sun, and at a critical time, forced him to receive the golden light of his body, revealing the flaws, and guiding Nangong Hao out of the sword.

In the case of flaws, the sun can of course will undoubtedly concentrate all his mind on the defense of his forehead character.

then……

The tragedy happened.

"Shameless, shameless!"

The demon soldiers hate each other in their hearts. This is typical of taking advantage of people's danger. However, apart from hate, they also know that although opportunities are in front of them, they can seize such opportunities.

How many more?

After all, that is holy!

He can approach a holy in silence, and he can seize such a chance to get close to the holy and reach behind the sun in the moment when the hurricane of Wuwei sword disappears.

What a horror!

...

on the ground.

In the sky-blue robe, Canyang sat on the ground kneeling, her face pale, her long silver hair spread over her shoulders, and her thin lips were tightly bitten.

It was a pain, an unspeakable pain.

He wanted to keep himself standing, but only those who really experienced this pain knew how difficult it was to stand up at this time.

At this time, the only thing he can do is to make his posture relatively beautiful.

But because of this, the pain is getting stronger and stronger, so that even the holy man can't help sweating and cold sweat behind his back.

"Master!" Of course, Yun Qingwu's heart was shocked by Fang Zhengzhi's appearance, but she finally turned her attention to the canyon.

An old man who is extremely respected in her mind, an old man who is comparable to her father.

only……

Now this old man is extremely painful.

At a certain moment, Yun Qingwu's heart indeed flashed a thought. If he can help Canyang suffer this kind of pain, what a good thing it should be.

However, when such thoughts flashed.

Her heart shivered again.

Because of this pain, she doesn't want to suffer too much.

This gave her a strong sense of guilt, she felt that she should share the pain for her master, but now she does not want to share the pain.

Contradiction, incomparable contradiction.

Canyang no longer responded to Yun Qingwu's voice as he had just said, nor did he shout a good sentence. He even deliberately turned his face to the side.

To just avoid Yun Qingwu seeing his expression.

But his fist was clenched.

On his arm, the green tendons twitched one by one.

...

In the sky, two figures stand against each other.

A person was wearing a white scholar costume. In the breeze, the white clothes fluttered, just like the white frost on the grass in the morning.

And another person.

It was a red fruit, covered with blood, and full of murderous energy pervaded all around him. It was a star rushing out of the blood.

Compared with Nangonghao's chic, Fang Zhengzheng is obviously too weak.

However, Fang Zhengzhi has a wildness in his body, a kind of wildness that can not be called overbearing, but it can make everyone palpitate.

The most important thing is the square eyes.

Two completely different eyes appear on the same person. Even using the incredible four words is not enough to describe this shocking scene.

As for Founder Zheng himself...

He didn't think too much now.

In fact, he is now very uncomfortable. The whole body is like being ignited by fire. It is a feeling that it burns completely from the internal organs, to the muscles, to the skin.

It's hot.

It was so hot that he wanted to take off his clothes.

Of course, he now has no clothes on his body, only blood, and the remaining blood. In his sight, the world has become extremely strange.

Red, blue, green, purple...

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he still has a strong killing intention in his heart.

This kind of killing intention almost made him a little irrational, but, amazingly, in addition to this kind of killing intention, there was a kind of clear flow.

Very inexplicable Qingliu.

It was this clear stream that gave his killing intentions some sort of calm, or rather...

balance.

Fang Zhengzhi doesn't know what kind of state he is now, and he doesn't know how long the power filled in his body can last.

But one thing he knew.

After a hit, the thing to do is to "rob the fire."

Enjoy the achievement?

That's not what to do now.

So, he rushed down, like a falcon that swooped down from the sky, and threw it toward the painful sun that was half kneeling on the ground.

Take advantage of your illness and kill you.

Fang Zhengzheng's speed is very fast, a pair of eyes tightly staring at the half sun kneeling on the ground, those two eyes without any emotion.

Indifferent, strangely indifferent.

Especially the purple eyes are extremely strange.

"boom!"

Almost at the moment when Fangzheng went straight down, a huge sound had already sounded. This was a very fast speed, so fast that people could not even see clearly.

"So fast!"

Nearly one hundred thousand demon soldiers looked at the rubble and dust splashing on the ground, and a sigh rose in their hearts at the same time, but besides the sigh they had another idea rising.

court death!

Is it true that Fang Zhengzhi really didn't know that the blow was just luck?

Normally.

It's really not wrong to chase down the falling water dog while chasing the situation, but the other party is the sun, is it the falling water dog? Of course not, he is holy.

Powerful Saint!

Without the interference of Ningong Hao's Jianming, Fang Zhengzhi pounced directly like this.

All the demon soldiers are waiting for Fang Zhengzhi to be taken to the ground again by the sun, and this time, he has no more results, how can he get up again?

After a moment.

The dust dissipated.

A figure slowly appeared, blood all over.

And not far from this figure, there was a sky blue figure rolling with one hand on the ground, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Did it flash?"

Nearly one hundred thousand demon soldiers looked at this scene, and they couldn't believe it in their eyes. They didn't believe that the canopy could open, but they didn't believe that the canopy would open!

Why flash off?

Can the sun be holy, is a holy party going to evade one's attack?

Nearly one hundred thousand demon soldiers looked at the canyon, and the soaked sky blue robe on the canyon. They really didn't want to understand the cause of the canyon's flash.

until……

A gun head appeared in Canyang's hand.

It was a broken gun head, and the whole gun head was covered with blood, and a drop of bright red blood slowly dripped from the gun head.

"Ding Dong!"

The gun head fell to the ground, making a slight sound.

At this moment, Canyang's body seemed to be collapsed, lying on the ground, his forehead, and his body covered with sweat like rain.

"The spearhead? Where is the spearhead?"

"Why is there a spearhead in Canyang's hand, or a broken spearhead?"

"Why is there blood on the gun head, and who is that blood...?"

In an instant, countless doubts rose in the minds of nearly one hundred thousand demon soldiers, and soon, their faces also changed, becoming extremely weird.

Of course……

In addition to the weirdness, there is also anger.

They finally understood why the Cannon could not stand up, and they understood why the Cannon was able to avoid Fang Zheng's attack.

"This guy, even..."

Nearly one hundred thousand demon soldiers looked at Canyang, and then looked at the figure like a star standing in front of Canyang. A cold rose from the bottom of their feet and rushed straight to their body somewhere.

Subconsciously, more than half of the nearly 100,000 demons have made the same action.

A person……

To what extent shameless.

In order to use such a "cruel" approach to a saint.

In his heart, is there still a meaning of dignity left for a saint?

Nearly one hundred thousand demon soldiers are sighing in their hearts.

Yun Qingwu was stunned.

She was completely stunned. Since the age of five, her brain has never stopped thinking, but at this moment, she found that her brain could not move at all.

"This guy, he...he actually...still used a spearhead?!"

Not only the demon soldiers and Yun Qingwu were a little dazed, when they saw the half-gun head dropped on the ground, even the faces of the dragon guards, the mountain breakers, and the soldiers of the southern region were extremely strange.

"The spearhead? Shouldn't he be..."

"This is really cruel!"

"..."

The Dragon Guards, the Broken Mountain Army and the soldiers from the South Region were really speechless.

And the same speechless, there are Chi Guyan, Pingyang, Yuan Yuanguo, Yuan Qingsui, and even Nangong Hao who is about to rush down from the sky.

"This one……"

"..."

Although Fang Zhengzhi didn't listen to the people's comments too specifically, he could probably guess their thoughts from the expressions on the people's faces.

Can he say he was forced?

Otherwise what to do?

The power of fingers alone is not enough!

Such an opportunity...

Is it possible?

Of course not.

The only time he could get close to the Canyang was that Fang Zhengzhi did think about whether to shoot him directly in the back.

However, he did not dare to gamble.

Because the sun is holy.

How hard a Saint's body is, he hasn't really tested it, and every punch of his is blocked by the golden sun of the sun.

Then...

Of course he did not dare to stabb easily.

Moreover, the most important thing is that he did not know whether it was useless to get a shot in Canyang. In this way, there were not many options left to him.

There are just a few places where you can get in. You have to make sure that this blow is enough to make Canyang "severely injured". In fact, he has no choice!

As the magic soldiers thought.

If Fang Zhengzheng's previous blow was not enough to cause a "fatal" blow to Canyang, then the end will be very simple.

Directly shot to death by the candid sun.

As for whether the blow was fatal, it would only be known if it was stabbed.

Fang Zhengzhi didn't hesitate anymore, he quickly rushed towards the canopy again. He wanted to take advantage of the candid sun's "serious injury".

"boom!"

A huge roar sounded again.

Canyang's body rolled to the side again without a doubt, the sky blue robe on his body was ragged, his face pale, and there were blood stains on the ground.

"What are you still doing? Come on!" Fang Zheng looked at Nangonghao standing in the sky, and there were dumb guards and broken mountain soldiers around.

He really hates iron and steel.

What time is this?

Still dazed to watch a play there?

Didn't you see Canyang injured? At this time, if you attack without group, can you beat the water dog, can you still find a better opportunity?

Nangong Hao's expression moved.

As a child of a famous family, he has his own style of behavior. Even if he is enemies with the sun, even if the sun is a devil, he will respect the predecessors of the sun.

But he also knows...

This is not the time to worry too much, because this is a life-and-death situation that affects the Southern Territory, and even the Daxia Dynasty.

Wuwei sword moved, the sky sword shadow revived.

Nangong Hao did not hesitate too much, and the figure soon disappeared into countless sword shadows, turned into a hurricane, and rolled towards the residual sun below.

And at the same moment when Nangong Hao moved.

A purple ray of light also lighted up, and Yuanyuan Xuan also moved. As a coach general from the military, he would not even worry about such things.

Tactics, sophistry!

Is there less of a lie to you or me?

If there is such an opportunity, Xuan Yuanguo will even make the same decision as Fang Zhengzheng, of course, the premise is that he must think of this...

means!

Swords are endless, countless sword shadows are around the sun, and they are constantly rotating, completely covering the body of the sun.

"Do nothing, do something!"

In these sword shadows, there is also a purple mango filled with warfare, shooting towards the forehead of the residual sun at a speed like a meteor.

Besides...

There is another person ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ a person bathed in blood all over his body, he has a pair of almost ruthless eyes, a purple, a colorful, with a strange and weird light.

At this moment, time seems to stop.

Whether it is a devil or a person, all eyes are looking at one point without exception.

There, the three figures merged instantly, and in the middle of the three figures, there was a young man kneeling on the ground with a painful face.

The long silver hair fluttered, and there was no glory in the eyes of a godless.

However, his teeth were clenched.

There were some green bars on his face.

(The status is a bit bad. I wrote this chapter over and over several times, deleting it and rewriting it in the middle, so I didn’t publish it last night. I owe a chapter and I want to make it up before the end of the month! It's day!) (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: