A trace of dazedness flashed in Thousand Grass God's eyes.

　　 He obviously couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

　　 And there is no time to think about it.

　　 Because the moment he was distracted, the Lord of Sword suddenly shot.

　　 The bright sword light of the full moon has already hit like a frenzy.

　　 Dog women do not speak martial arts.

　　 Thousand Grass God secretly cursed in his heart, the spear in his hand rotated like a disc, the red shadow turned into a round shield, and the magical runes flowed, blocking the sword shadow from the oncoming attack and slashing.

　　The twelve pairs of sword wings behind the lord of the sword opened instantly.

　　 She is one person and sword, eager for the **** of grass.

　　 Road dragon chants sounded.

　　 Thousand Grass God flicked his wrist, and Chi Ying spear shot out.

Ding!

　　 The tip of the sword collided with the light of the spear.

　　 The surging divine power was centered on the collision point, and suddenly exploded, escaping in all directions.

　　 Lin Beichen protected his hairstyle and slowly moved away.

　　 "Kill him, kill him."

　　 He raised his arms and shouted.

　　 The corner of Sword Lord’s mouth twitched.

　　 Qiancao Shen's eyebrows jumped.

　　 They are two gods fighting.

　　 is not a street gang fight.

　　Lin Beichen, can your **** spectator be more exaggerated?

　　 "When I solve this stupid woman, I will let you know what cruelty is."

　　 Thousand Grass God's roar, stirring in the sea of ​​fire.

　　 He had the mind of a quick fight, and after a little tentative fight, he opened up.

　　 "Divine Art-Nine Dragons Tianhuang."

With a stern shout, I saw the flame spear in the hands of Thousand Grass God, turning into nine beak dragons, with the flames of annihilation in the mouth, rushing out, as if a real dragon descended, breaking through the sea of ​​clear and brilliant divine power, towards the sword. The lord came by strangling.

　　 Lin Beichen's heart moved.

　　 Is this a strangulation trick that ignores the opponent's defense?

　　 The profound meaning of magic?

　　 "Divine Art-One sword produces three shadows."

The long sword in the hand of the Lord of Swords shook, splitting into three silver sword pills, which flowed around the whole body like three rounds of full moon, at the moment when the nine dragons came into contact, they burst open unstoppably and turned into thousands of shots. The sword aura, forming a chaotic storm, actually dispersed the spirits of the nine bengal dragons.

　　 "It's just a trick."

　　 Thousand Grass God once again imagined the beacon dragon flame spear, raising his hand and stabbing it out.

　　The gun halfway, blooming with thousands of cold light, it seems that the stars of the sky are flashing at this moment, and the outline of the strange star map is psychedelic and fascinating.

　　The sword wing behind the Lord of Sword shook, and he also urged thousands of endless sword lights to come forward without showing any weakness.

　　 Boom boom boom boom!

　　 In the void, a burst of magnificent energy burst out like a star.

　　 Terrifying energy fluctuations swept across Shino.

　　 Lin Beichen retreated slowly, and finally stood empty on the wall of the capital.

　　 The invisible innate profound energy is slowly urged to block the aftermath of the surging divine power to prevent the citizens in the city from being affected.

　　 But his gaze is always on the battle between the two gods.

　　 This is a rare opportunity.

　　 Lin Beichen hopes to analyze the fighting methods, horrors and weaknesses of the gods through watching the battle.

　　 He secretly turned on the video on the phone and recorded the whole process.

　　 In the battlefield, light and shadow flow.

　　 Thousand Grass God and Sword Lord constantly fight.

　　 The alternate collision between the magical skills and the attacking moves fully demonstrates the fighting style between the gods.

　　 This is also the first time Lin Beichen has seen a battle between gods.

　　 The power of divine art is similar to the power of heaven and human.

　　 But the mobilization of the power of heaven and earth is more mellow than the skill of heaven and human. Although it has not been confirmed, Lin Beichen has a strange intuition-if the skill of heaven and earth is matched with the divine skill, he is afraid that it will be suppressed.

　　 Gradually, the lord of the sword fell into a disadvantage.

　　 The gap between the more than 2.6 million followers and believers is still difficult to fill and overcome by magic and will.

　　 Boom!

　　 The most intense collision.

　　 The figure suddenly divided.

　　The silver long sword in the hand of the Sword Lord broke and flew.

　　 The hair band is broken.

　　 The long black hair danced wildly in the turbulent flow of energy like black fire.

　　 The red blood stained the white cheeks.

　　 She was in the void, staggering back, step by step, she made a roar in the air, and the air flow below her feet was like a moonlight projected in the water, and the spots were broken!

"too weak."

　　 Thousand Grass God certainly will not let go of such an opportunity.

　　He has been in power for a long time, and he has regained his magic.

　　 "Dead."

　　 The sound of dragon chants resounded everywhere.

　　The Lord of Sword was instantly suppressed, and nine benson dragons carrying the world-extinguishing skyfire swept over, encircling the Lord of Sword, bombarding and twisting like crazy...

　　 "Puff."

　　 Sword Lord opened his mouth and spouted a blood arrow.

　　The blood of the gods spilled into the sky, and the night was red.

　　 "Destiny is always on my side."

　　 A cruel grin appeared on the face of Thousand Grass God: "The age of the gods of the host real continent is coming, you come to flow this first drop of blood, it will not take long, I..."

　　 The voice did not fall--

　　 Silver light flashed.

　　 The silver javelin that pierced him not long ago, once again shot him without any suspense...

　　 "Ah, damn..."

　　 Thousand Grass God staggered back.

　　 It's not that he is defenseless.

　　 But it was pierced by the silver javelin again.

　　 Boom!

　　 The gun body shook.

　　 Thousand Grass God's body was shattered by the silver spear again, turning into a rain of bones and blood.

　　 "Lin Beichen, you deserve to die ten thousand times."

　　 An angry roar roared between heaven and earth.

　　 Splashing blood drops, broken bones, scattered flesh and blood and organs reunited at an incredible speed, and in a blink of an eye, they reunited again.

　　 This speed of recovery is much stronger than Lin Beichen's milk.

　　 He stood in the void, staring at Lin Beichen, the anger flames in his eyes stretched like real substance.

　　 "What are you looking at?"

　　 Lin Beichen stretched out his hand to support the Lord of Sword, smiled warm and pure at Qiancao Shenbao, and said: "Why don't you hide?"

　　A azure blue brilliance enveloped the lord of the sword.

　　【Hydrotherapy】.

　　 Lin Beichen opened milk.

　　 Thousand Grass God was enveloped in the flames of divine power, approaching step by step.

　　 Where he steps on, the void burns flames.

　　 leaves a trail of flames.

　　 "You guys die together."

　　 He was so angry that he burned his divine power at all costs.

　　Divine Art-Flame Burning City.

　　 The winding flames began to confine the surrounding void, dividing the space, delineating an isolated city, and turning the void air into a swamp that burned everything, trapping Lin Beichen and the Lord of Sword.

　　 fierce power without casting.

　　 horrible anger.

　　 "Lin Beichen, you ants and bugs, your javelin, never want to hit anymore, if you don't believe me, try another sneak attack..."

　　 The voice did not fall.

　　 Silver light flashed.

　　 Thousand Grass God's divine body was once again shot through by a silver javelin.

"you……"

　　 Thousand Grass God's face was full of incredible expression.

How is this possible?

　　This gun...

　　 "This is a soldier from outside the world? You..."

　　 He finally understood.

　　 Boom!

　　 The gun body shook.

　　 Thousand Grass God's body was shocked again.

　　 In the flashing light, the Longya Javelin returned to Lin Beichen's hands.

　　 "You actually asked me to shoot him?"

　　Lin Beichen looked at the Lord of Sword in his arms, and said, "Have you ever encountered such a strange request? Anyway, this is the first time I heard it."

　　 The Lord of Sword closed his eyes and said nothing, trying to recover his divine power...

　　 The divine body of Thousand Grass God reunited almost instantly.

　　 And the profound meaning of the magic technique [Flame Burning City] has not disappeared.

　　 was even more violent.

　　 "Let's go..."

　　 The Lord of Sword knew that the opportunity had been lost, and said: "You can't kill him, mortals can't kill gods. This is the iron curtain of gods, and no warrior of the host Zhenzhou can break..."

　　 Lin Beichen smiled slightly and said, "Isn't there you still here?"

　　 "Hahahaha..."

Thousand Grass God laughed sharply: "This depraved and poor goddess is already insecure. Do you rely on her? Boy, you are just a little mortal, let alone kill me, even my magic cannot be broken. It shattered my divine body ten thousand times, and it didn't cause any harm to me..."

"is it?"

　　 Lin Beichen grinned, and the **** mysteriously said: "Believe it or not, as long as I am willing, I can make the Lord of the Sword crown a divine climax, rush to the peak, and kill you like a dog."