"Just in time! Just in time to try the true power of the right hand of God!" Nangong Liuyun's face was condensed, domineering!
Since he was promoted to the deification rank, he has not tried the power of the right hand of God, because others are too weak, and there is no way to experiment.
Just when Wei Zhongtian was shocked, Nangong Liuyun's golden iron fist slammed into the scarlet giant sword!
Flesh against weapons
Almost everyone present gasped for breath!
Lord Nangong is too confident!
Although the right hand of God is tough and powerful, how can Wei Zhongtian's weapon be ordinary iron? Fighting cold weapons with the flesh is simply looking for abuse! Lord Nangong is going to suffer greatly now!
Everyone couldn't bear it, some people bowed their heads, some people covered their eyes, and some people turned away...
They couldn't bear to see the tragic end of Lord Nangong's bloody arm...
There was a violent collision in the ear!
"Bang bang bang!"
Huh
There shouldn't be such a crisp sound when the flesh is broken, right? Why does this sound like the sound of a broken weapon
Everyone was puzzled and looked up.
The scene in front of him simply made him dumbfounded.
"My God! Lord Nangong's right hand is fine!"
"The one who was knocked out seems to be Lord Mo Ying's disciple?"
"And Lord Wei Zhongtian's crimson sword seems to be broken..."
"Oh, you didn't see it just now! The scarlet giant sword was smashed inch by inch by Nangong-sama's fist!"
"Oh, I'll go! What kind of fist is that Nangong-sama! If you read it correctly, the scarlet giant sword should be a magic weapon, right?!"
"That's right, it's a low-level magic weapon! But it's still no match for Lord Nangong's fist..."
"These are not scary. What's really scary is that our Lord Nangong is only over two hundred years old, my dears, he is only over two hundred years old!!!"
For a while, there was silence all around.
In the spiritual world, more than 200 years old are still underage... You must know that these people have lived for at least ten thousand years. Compared with Lord Nangong, they are still young, so are they old guys? So sad feeling...
Nangong Liuyun didn't know what kind of shock his age had caused to this group of onlookers.
At this moment, he stands proudly, his black brocade robe is hunting, his face is calm and restrained, and his aura is strong and magnificent.
That innate pride, dignity and domineering make people admire and worship at all times.
Even if he just looked at you lightly and calmly, but under that kind of gaze, people have a sense of oppression and deterrence that cannot be eliminated, unconsciously restrained, and uneasy.
Wei Zhongtian had long since stood still, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, in his eyes looking at Nangong Liuyun, there was a flash of horror.
Such a young boy, so strong and domineering, with such a profound cultivation base... It doesn't need a million years, or even ten thousand years... On the eighteen continents of the spiritual world, and even on the central continent, another star of the god of war is about to rise. rising.
In the face of such a powerful enemy, Wei Zhongtian's fists clenched, unclenched, clenched, and unclenched again... It seemed like several times, and he finally sighed.
"I'm not as good as you." Wei Zhongtian gritted his teeth and said these four words in a steady voice without hesitation.
After speaking, Wei Zhongtian's originally depressed chest suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Yes, why should you be persistent, why should you be stubborn, why should you feel inferior