Chapter 112

"She's mine. Who let you touch her!"

On the ninth day, Chen Xiaoming's words echoed. The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the words. He didn't expect that anyone would dare to stand out.

He looked at Chen Xiaoming, looked at his previous blow being wiped out by the other party, and his eyes flashed with interest.

In the Zuixian building below, the audience was stunned. Ouyangqian, Nangong Xianer, Tianling Shengzi and others looked at Chen Xiaoming and didn't know how to say it.

Even if Chen Xiaoming killed Xuanyu's son and the two elders of Xuanyu holy land before, they don't think he has a chance to survive again.

Because the middle-aged man is a God King level existence, resounding through the eastern wilderness.

"It's over, it's over, it's over."

Wang demang, who wants to run away but hasn't run away, may still doubt his previous behavior. Now Chen Xiaoming admits directly and speaks to a God King.

If the cruel man and Chen Xiaoming were killed on the spot by the God King, it's good that he would put it off at that time. It can also be explained. For the face of the Beiyuan Wang family, people won't embarrass him.

But once the two men escaped from the king of God, his days, tut Tut, Wang de felt that life was much darker.

Above the void, the cruel emperor calmly looked at Chen Xiaoming, who shot in front of him. He didn't speak. He just looked at him and remained unmoved.

She has experienced too much, step by step, from the beginning of being weak, bullied and deceived, until now, she has long created her tough heart and unshakable will.

Looking at him calmly, the cruel emperor thought secretly while recovering his injury.

"Very good."

The middle-aged man spoke calmly. Looking at Chen Xiaoming who blocked him, he showed an inexplicable smile. He slapped Chen Xiaoming with his right hand again. The stars in the sky trembled and scattered all over the sky. The order of the avenue was intertwined and gathered into the palm of the avenue.

The power of terror broke the void, and endless pressure enveloped the whole East Tiancheng, just like the falling of heaven, earth and stars. Hundreds of millions of stars shine and shine in the world.

"Hum."

Chen Xiaoming drank coldly, and the silver light in his eyes flashed. The power of blood origin in his body was mobilized to the limit. Now he has a little understanding of the intermediate blood origin. His strength has not reached the peak of the intermediate blood origin. Otherwise, don't say a God King. Even if the great emperor comes, he won't advise.

"Boom!"

In an instant, it was as if hundreds of millions of emptiness had been broken. The emptiness behind Chen Xiaoming opened, and a huge ancient tree appeared. Then it expanded in an instant. However, in the blink of an eye, only a crisp and tender branch was left, with three drooping willows on the branch.

The endless void is broken with the swing of the wicker. The boundless divine light shines on the world, turning the star night into day. The bright silver light shines on everything in the world like the rising sun.

At this moment, there is a smell of chaos at the beginning. It seems that everything returns to chaos before the founding of the world. There are only the evolution of origin and the flow of space Avenue.

Chen Xiaoming bathes in the divine light of the space, like a Heavenly Emperor coming down to earth and controlling the void. His figure flashes, and has gone towards the middle-aged man. With each blow, a silver light will fly out and break the void.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The huge palm of Xinghe Avenue was smashed by Chen Xiaoming. At the moment, Chen Xiaoming was shrouded in silver light, and three willows moved behind him. The void and disillusionment under his feet was like an invincible God of war, invincible, and even more terrifying.

When the wicker swings, a silver flower appears, shrouded in divine light, interwoven with Avenue lines, and then the silver light blooms.

"When I read that the flowers bloom, thousands of mountains and rivers will be broken."

The bright silver light is like a line of heaven and earth across the void. The pen moves like a dragon and snake. The void is like paper. It is divided into two and goes straight to the middle-aged man, turning the surrounding void into a beautiful picture.

The silver light streaked across the painting scroll. Under the bright silver light, the painting scroll opened flowers of Avenue, interwoven with rational lines.

In the endless turbulent void, silver flowers bloom one after another to decorate the endless starry sky.

The middle-aged man who had been indifferent all the time changed his look, the void around him frozen into a picture, the silver light smashed into it, and a dangerous breath poured in. The divine light in his body shone, and the stars in the void spilled down. At his feet, he got out of the void when the silver light came.

"Hum, want to run!"

With a cold drink, the silver light bloomed again, and the middle-aged man's void was illuminated by the silver light and condensed into a picture again.

This time, the middle-aged man was not given a chance to escape. The silver light broke out. Within a hundred meters of the middle-aged man, the endless void was illuminated by the silver light, which turned into dark starry sky paintings. The paintings were superimposed. The middle-aged man who had just escaped entered the paintings again before he had hit the road order.

"Broken!"

The silver light converges. A wicker swings behind Chen Xiaoming, and the endless divine light condenses into a silver brush. The brush gently swings towards the scroll. The void of the scroll breaks and collapses. He wants to strangle the middle-aged man in the scroll.

The endless void is broken, the silver divine light shines on the world, vanishes all things, and there is silence between heaven and earth.

The people in the drunken fairy building looked at them in shock, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

A God King was killed in Donghuang. How could it be? You know, it was a God King. How could it die like this or be killed by a rising star

"Over, over, the sky is falling!"

Wang de stared at Chen Xiaoming in the sky. He thought they would run away and be killed, but he didn't think he would kill the God King.

That's the God King. There are only a few God kings on the bright side of Donghuang. He killed one here.

When I think about it, the strongest person in my family is only the Lord level.

Wang de felt that the most wrong decision he had made in his life was to bring Chen Xiaoming here.

The rest of ouyangqian, the son of the heavenly spirit, the saint and others have a surprised look in their eyes. Only some of the older generation of strong people look at the calm void and seem to be waiting for something.

The cruel emperor on the void stared at a place in the bright silver light, where there was a trace of difference and difference.

In the bright silver light, a little star light diffused out. Chen Xiaoming calmly looked at this scene and didn't do it again. In the void, a terrible threat locked himself in.

"Boom."

In the silver light, it seems that hundreds of millions of stars explode, endless starlight sprinkles, and thousands of divine lights. Together, the Tianjian gathering the power of the galaxy hangs on the silver light. The power of the galaxy flashes, and the silver light melts like snow.

The middle-aged man bathed in the sky and walked out slowly. There seemed to be hundreds of millions of stars shining in his eyes. He smiled at Chen Xiaoming.

"Yes, I can use the king's divine soldiers. You deserve to be proud!"