The seventh son of the god emperor is not a god king, nor is he a strong man in the emperor's way, but a strong man in the realm of a noble one.
When the giant fault in his hand fell down, the sky and the earth quickly dimmed, and dark clouds filled it, as if the end of the world was coming.
In the doomsday, he was only left with a figure and a sword in his hand.
Although the world is big, I only have this sword, but my sword is tens of thousands of miles...
Can you stop it
The voice just now still returned, like a curse, lingering in the hearts of everyone, not dissipating for a long time, until the screams came out.
It was the scream of the ghost face scholar.
At that moment, he also displayed a powerful attack, but his attacks were shattered one by one, and the force of the giant fault weighed billions of dollars, pressed down from the sky, and he was not allowed to resist it.
Under this sword, he was directly hit hard and bloody, his body retreated repeatedly, his face extremely pale.
Hum!
In the doomsday, a bit of cold light stood up, no, to be precise, it was the light of the setting sun, which shot out immediately, piercing the world.
Also scratched the body of the ghost face scholar.
When the light dissipated and the breeze was blowing, there was silence between the sky and the earth, and there was only a huge ruin and a long crack on the high wall.
There are two figures.
The ghost face scholar was pale and his body was bleeding, just staring at Li Heng.
However, Li Heng had already put away the giant queer in his hand, his complexion was calm, his clothes were hunting, and his clothes were not stained with dust, setting him off like an immortal.
"What's the matter? What happened just now?"
"do not know."
"The ghost face scholar seems to have been hit hard."
"No way?"
"Look, he is bleeding."
"How is it possible?" The discussion gradually fluctuated and became louder.
In the place where the killing intent was shrouded just now, the world has become dark, so few people can see the picture clearly. Now everything has disappeared, and the two figures on the ruins are still facing each other.
It's just that the ghost face book student is bleeding, and Li Heng is as calm as ever, as if he didn't make a move just now.
Everyone suffocated and stared at here.
The Taibai Sword God, who was hiding in the dark, stood up abruptly, his eyes became icy, and the chill was frozen.
"But so." Li Heng smiled absurdly, his words remained calm, as if he was facing not a powerful enemy, but a little kid.
Ridicule, disdain...
But Ghost Face Scholar had no way to refute, and there was no reason to refute, you know, he was a genius of the same age as the god emperor, even though the god emperor suppressed him.
But he is still a ghost face book student, so powerful he, three hundred years later, when facing the god emperor's heirs, he can't even survive one of his rounds.
What kind of picture is this
Is he really only eighteen years old
How could he have stepped into the realm of the venerable
Pouch!
The Ghost Face Shusheng spewed out a big blood, his face became paler, and his breathing began to swiftly.
Li Heng smiled lightly: "You have lost."
Three hundred years ago, he was defeated by the god emperor, and three hundred years later, he was defeated by the god emperor's heirs.
This is a very ironic picture.
"Born in my father's age, you still have a chance, but if you were born in the same age as me, you don't even have a chance to shoot." Li Heng walked over, waved his big hand, and threw his body into the big black pot. In the middle, he said: "Don't struggle, your body has suffered a serious injury, and your life is passing fast, and my big black pot still has the power of imprisonment, you can't escape at all."
Damn it!
The Ghost Face Shusheng was so angry that he was defeated in the hands of the God Emperor and Master. Before he died, he was thrown into a big black pot.
This is a shame to him.
How could he not struggle
However, as Li Heng said, his state is really too bad, plus he hasn't practiced for three hundred years, how can he be struggling at this moment
On the high wall, there was no sound.
At this moment, a deep sword light fell from the void, very strong.
Taibai Sword God shot.
Li Heng snorted coldly, immediately raised the giant fault in his hand and cut out the sword of the setting sun, only then barely blocked the attack of the sword god Taibai, he stared at a certain direction, and said coldly: "Taibai, you are in collusion. The Yaozu intends to destroy the human defense line and plot to assassinate the god emperor. This is a serious crime. Today, no matter what, this prince will kill you for Tianxingdao."
As soon as this remark came out, the onlookers were shocked to the extreme.
This Li Hengxin is too big, he wants to kill Taibai Sword God without saying that he kills the ghost face scholar
Even though he had stepped into the realm of the venerable now, the Taibai Sword God was a genuine saint, and there was still a gap between the two.
"Ahhh! You can't die." The ghost face Shusheng screamed miserably.
Unlike the past, Li Heng refined him by Shengsheng, and he had to endure all the pain that appeared in the process of refining.
This is more terrible than death.
The people who witnessed this scene looked at Li Heng as if looking at ghosts and gods.
Increased experience by 80,000, advanced the realm of Venerable Triple Heaven, and obtained an eight-turn spiritual pill.
Damn it!
This guy can!
Li Heng was secretly overjoyed.
This is the first time he has refined the realm of the venerable. Unexpectedly, he has 80,000 points of experience, directly allowing him to break through one realm. I don't know if he has refined the Taibai Sword God, can he break through two realms
What if you refine your own father
Cough!
Li Heng quickly suppressed this thought. He was afraid that he couldn't help himself, and then ran back to tell his father about this matter, and then he was slapped and photographed by the god emperor father.
No way!
Lao Tzu is also the future emperor, how could he be beaten like this by his father
But well!
The Taibai Sword God in front of him was fine.
He squinted his eyes and sneered: "Whether you admit it or not, it doesn't matter anymore. Today you will undoubtedly die."
Ha ha!
Void ripples and waves, and a figure emerged. With his appearance, the surrounding air dropped rapidly, as if entering the winter solstice, extremely cold.
At the same time, a touch of invisible sword intent quickly dissipated.
Winter is coming, and the sword intent is invisible.
This is the sword intent of Taibai Sword God, Dong Wu.
"Taibai Sword God, such a powerful sword intent."
"The number one swordsmanship in the world is not just talking."
"The Seventh Prince is too arrogant. The Taibai Sword God is just a saint. He is only in the realm of the venerable now. There is still a gap between the two."
"Not bad!"
"If I were the Seventh Prince, I would forbear it for a while, and wait until I step into the realm of the saint, and then it would not be too late to challenge the Sword God."
"Unfortunately, you are not!" the other person joked.
In the distance outside the Great Wall, more than 10,000 soldiers also felt the powerful sword intent, one by one, they stopped breathing.
Wen Yuqing couldn't help but said, "Can he defeat Taibai Sword God?"