The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the sun shot down, shining on Li Heng's figure, pulling his figure very long and long, the breeze was blowing, and the clothes were hunting.
Under Li Heng.
The concise four words, like the sound of a bell in the morning, echoed on the high fortress wall. All the soldiers heard clearly, and the atmosphere of the entire high wall was frozen for a while.
Li Heng.
The seventh son of God Emperor, Li Heng.
He is the Seventh Prince.
he came.
I don't know how long it has been before the soldiers recovered. They couldn't help taking a breath, and immediately one of the soldiers turned and ran. He wanted to pass this terrible news to Lord Taibai Sword God.
In about ten minutes, Li Heng's words were completely spread in the fortress. Numerous leakers, powerful practitioners, and strong men in the mansion were all shocked and rushed over at the first time.
In a blink of an eye, dense figures stood on the high wall, and they stared at Li Heng below, with a shock that they had never felt before.
The Seventh Prince can really practice cultivation, he has been hiding all these years, but now where is his realm
No one knows, but I don’t expect it to be too bad.
"He actually dared to come here." After the shock, many people thought of a key question.
Guarded in this fortress, but Taibai Sword God! He is a real saint, but what is the realm of the Seventh Prince
No matter how amazing his talent is, no matter what he is hiding in these years, he is only eighteen years old, can he be strong
The realm of the god king is already the limit, right
This realm was too far away from the Taibai Sword God, and could not be touched.
"Human sinner, you dare to step in here." Someone shouted, his face was cold and his tone was full of chill.
His last name is Song.
He wanted to join when the army of crusades rose before, but unfortunately he was stopped by the elders of the family. He had been waiting for news in the fortress. He didn't expect that news like this would arrive.
All the crusade troops never returned, and the powerful of the five major families were buried in Chiyang Pass.
What happened in this
Nobody knows.
Song Jingtian sneered again and again, and the killing intent was diffused. Before Li Heng could make a sound, he jumped from the high wall, holding a long sword, reflecting the cold light.
His purpose is simple, to kill this human sinner, to avenge the family and all the crusaders. As for the consequences of killing him, Song Jingtian has long neglected.
"What a powerful sword intent, this Song Jingtian has stepped into the realm of the god king." The people behind him were also surprised.
Song Jingtian is only twenty or so, but he has stepped into the realm of the god king, and has cultivated such a powerful sword intent. Among the younger generation, he should have his name.
Buzzing!
Under the sun shrouded, the sword light stood up, enlarged in an instant, and it was extremely thick. The sword intent of Haohao's **** submerged here, and soon covered Li Heng's figure.
This is a terrible situation.
The Song family's swordsmanship is extremely overbearing. Once the sword intent is released and envelopes the opponent, even people who are several levels above can't break through such a killing.
"Do these seven princes really practice?" Someone was surprised.
All fools know that a temporary retreat is the best choice at this time, as long as you avoid Song Jingtian's edge, then you will have the opportunity to counterattack.
But Li Heng's figure has not been shaken, his clothes are still hunting and hunting, the whole person is very calm, looks very confident, but in the eyes of everyone, this is actually a stupid act.
Or maybe he is too arrogant.
"It's over, these seven princes are probably gone."
"Tsk tsk!"
The majestic sword intent has not completely fallen, but everyone seems to have seen such an ending, the scene of the seventh prince tragically dying here.
All of a sudden, the discussion sounded gradually.
But at the next moment, a small slap penetrated from Song Jingtian's sword intent, and with a click, the palm of his hand broke through the envelope of the sword intent.
Formidable power, such as if a volcano erupts and molten swells, it can easily block the fall of the sword intent, not only that, the power is still spreading.
Song Jingtian obviously noticed something was wrong, his face changed slightly, he gritted his teeth and increased his strength. Unfortunately, that kind of strength was too strong.
If the gods are making a move, it is not something he can resist. With just this blow, all his attacks are shattered one by one, and the sword intent that is enveloped is also turned into smoke.
Peng!
The palm of his hand penetrated through the void and penetrated Song Jingtian's body, followed by a pouting sound, a series of blood spilled down, and it was instantly stained red.
Song Jingtian was taken aback, lowered his head to look, only to find that his chest was pierced, a lot of blood was flowing out, and severe pain was gushing out in an instant. His face became extremely pale, his breathing was short, and he stared at Li Heng. .
Very strong.
Unprecedentedly powerful.
This person is not in the realm of a god king, but a powerful emperor.
But he is still eighteen years old!
From the initial resentment and eagerness to revenge, to the shock and suffocation now, the whole process only took two minutes.
He seemed to interpret the various states of life, the state of the world is very cold.
At the last moment, only complexity and helplessness were left in Li Heng's eyes. The seventh son of the god emperor was hidden too deeply. He was not an ordinary practitioner, but a genuine genius.
Puff!
The thousands of words in his heart were finally sealed off at the last moment of his life solidification, and no one knew his inner thoughts anymore, only a corpse was left in the world.
Song Jingtian fell.
Above the high wall, the people who thought Li Heng was dead, all opened their mouths wide, their throats as if they were stuck by a god, unable to speak.
The realm of God King, it's okay.
Li Heng thought silently, and casually threw Song Jingtian's body into a big black pot.
Everyone: "..."
"Anyone who wants to challenge me, feel free." Li Heng smiled slightly: "But before that, I have two points to say. First, my life and death have nothing to do with Chaotianmen and God Emperor. If you can kill me, That is your strength. Secondly, if anyone who goes into the battle is killed by me, it can only be that your life is not good."
This sentence was very calm, but it fell in their hearts like a boulder, sinking here, suffocating them.
Song Jingtian in the realm of God Kings, can't even last a turn for you, can they kill you with their strength
This sentence is more like a joke, it is Li Heng laughing at their jokes, what crusades, what collusion with the monsters, what murderers of the human race, and the betrayal of the human race...
The momentum is great.
Now, he came here to give everyone a chance to kill him, but no one dared to fight.
What is this not a joke
The roar of the breeze lifted his clothes. From a distance, there was a rare elegance, but from the perspective of those on the high wall, this thin figure was more like a Taishan mountain pressed here.
Time passed, no one made a sound, and no one dared to go to war.
It was not until half an hour later that an old-fashioned figure came here, with a crutch in his hand, his face withered yellow, his pupils almost collapsed, and he couldn't see the eyeballs.
But everyone can perceive that powerful breath fluctuation from his body.