Paradise of Demonic Gods

The King of Fighters sighed and sighed in his heart: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect Fang Xingjian to be such an earth-shattering character. If so, you can't let the five emperors fight him again. Tell him earlier, let him die."

When the five emperors heard this, they looked at each other and seemed to be unable to control the pain. They asked: "Fang Xingjian, killing the god-level double summer?"

"Not bad." The subordinate continued to say: "From the beginning to the end, Xia Lian failed to do a counterattack, which is a slap in the face, no effort to fight back."

"what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The face of the five emperors was instantly distorted ten times as many times as the whole person was like a burning red pot. It sent out anger to the extreme, like a heartbreaking roar.

Hate and hate, think of Fang Xingjian and take it one step at a time, but also kill the god-level double summer, an endless grievance filled with the chest of the five emperors.

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it! Why can he always surpass me? I have the support of my mother, I am the chosen person of Chaos Witch, I have the world's first boxing talent."

"Why! Fang Xingjian, the hybrid can surpass me and step me under my feet!"

"what!!!!!!!"

The violent sound waves scattered out, directly picked up countless magma, but also shaken the volcanic hills into countless times, magma, volcanic ash skyrocketing, like a volcanic eruption.

But in the next moment, the anger was extremely attacking, and the infinite pain of the body, both of them were pressured, and the whole five violently spit out a large blood, and they had already turned to the magma, and the whole person completely lost consciousness.

The King of Fighters sighed and said: "This world is so unfair. The more you climb to the top, the more people will find this world, even if you use all your strength, you can't catch up." At this moment, in the eyes of the King of Fighters, It’s so lonely.

......

In the mountains of the northwestern part of the empire, Hillbrand’s voice continued to flash in the shadows of the trees and finally stopped in front of a small hill.

"right here?"

"right here."

Speaking to himself, Hillbrand punched out a boxing box and opened a big pit directly on the mountain bag. So he dig for a few tens of meters and finally made a loud bang. A flash of rust, a large iron gate filled with time marks appeared in front of Hillbrand.

"This feeling is this feeling." In Hillbrad's consciousness, Aoyama's eyes are showing excitement in his eyes: "I feel it, right inside, in this, My body, my body is inside, he is calling me."

"What?! How is this possible?" Grandpa Alba was surprised: "Your body is at least tens of thousands of years ago. How could it still exist?"

"I don't know, but I just can feel that he is inside." Qingshan Zhenjun urged: "Go in, go in, just take back my body, we have a chance to defeat Fang Xingjian."

......

The National Academy outside the Imperial City, as the place where the most elite empire of the empire is practicing, is picturesque and rich in resources, and has produced generations of powerful powers for the empire.

In the holy place of the National Academy, the Oriental Spirit Disk sits on a lawn, and a blue long knife is placed on his legs. As he trembles with his breath and seems to have already The same is true of your own spirituality.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and flashed a hint of green color in his eyes.

"Very good, I can't think of the memory of the knife St. Odos in the information of the etheric geek."

The knife St. Odos was 800 years ago, the miracle on the mainland of the country, the neighbors of the country, the smoke of the four, the sudden rise of the knife of the saint.

The knife of the saint is five years old practicing knife, fifteen-year-old Wu Knife, twenty-five-year-old achievement **** level, comprehend the knife without knife.

Since then, the southwest of the mainland has been in the middle of the country, and there has been no defeat in his life. He even discussed the martial arts with the Pope of the Holy See at that time.

I thought about my own efforts during this time, and finally defeated a part of the memory of the knife saint in the confrontation of consciousness, and learned and learned the knife of the knife, the oriental spirit could not help but reveal a sense of self-satisfaction.

Beside the Oriental Spirit, his brother asked: "Big Brother, have you succeeded?"

The Eastern spirit nodded, and both eyes were confident: "I not only learned the knife-free knife of the knife, but also merged it with my own knife. Now, I am using the knife wheel, even if it is The god-level powerhouse may not have beaten me.

And I feel that my cultivation has reached a limit that can impact God's success anytime, anywhere.

May be the next second, maybe the next day. ”

The younger brother of Dongfang Ling said with excitement: "Big Brother, as long as you can achieve the level of God, our Oriental family can also be proud of it, and see those whites who dare to look down on us.

By the way, what big brother do you want to fight against Fang Xingjian? ”

"Do you want to fight, why don't you?" The Oriental Spirit touched the long knife in front of him, and his eyes were lonely like snow: "Under God's level, he is the only opponent who may be close to me in strength.

Only by fighting such a master can I hone my knife and let me go further.

I only hope that after I have realized the inheritance of the knife, Fang Xingjian will not let me down. It will be good if I am killed by two or three swords. ”

After all, the Eastern spirit sighed and said to his younger brother: "Awei, you send a letter to Fang Xingjian. Ten days later, after the big Western state, I personally went to consult him about martial arts."

"That's good." Dongfang Ling's younger brother, Weifang nodded and said: "I will send a letter to Fang Xingjian, let him go." He said, he smiled: "Big brother, I am afraid that you are too powerful now." Grand, he didn't dare to pick it up."

The Oriental Spirit faintly said: "If the connection does not dare to pick up, then this person is no different, and I don't have to challenge him."

Shortly after the departure of Dongwei, another boy hurried to the front of the Eastern Spirit.

The Oriental Spirit is faint: "What is going on, so panicked, I am not letting you keep a calm mood all the time? In the battle, the most taboo is the horror, you must have the moment before you die, keep calm. The state of mind, this is the perfect way to play your own knife."

"Teacher." The boy hurriedly said: "Fang Xingjian, Fang Xingjian, he killed the summer!"

"Summer? What summer?" asked the Oriental Spirit.

"It is the summer of the Eight Dragons." The boy said: "The three deputy heads of the Eight-Party Red Dragons attacked the Daxi State College and were killed by Fang Xingjian."

"Nonsense." The East Ling cold and cold road: "Fang Xingjian is a half-god, but how can you defeat Xia? That is the vertical and horizontal battlefield, the god-level powerhouse who climbed up from the dead." (To be continued.)