Chapter 972

The sword light of Jianyi Institute is entangled with the divine light of Shenzi, making a terrible wave. It seems that the cold moon will be knocked down by them, and has completely made a real fire.

This is a collision between the human genius and the divine Son of the protoss, a collision between the strengths and weaknesses of the two civilizations, and a crazy war of terror.

Terran geniuses look forward to the sword to completely suppress the son of God and show the prestige of the Terran.

As soon as the sword was wrapped with the rotating sword Qi, he shouted like a bright Milky Way star, turned into a terrible light, stabbed a limitless sword picture and hanged the son of God.

"Let's see the difference between the human race and my noble divine race. You can't blaspheme the civilization of God."

The divine power turns into a majestic ocean, which seems to envelop and devour the whole Moon Palace lake. A virtual shadow of God appears and waves away with one hand, which seems to destroy the whole world.

They collided violently with each other and all flew backwards.

As soon as the sword retreated a hundred meters, the sword light on his body was dimmer. On the contrary, Shenzi was much more relaxed. The glow was only slightly and trembling.

"This round of collision is that the sword suffered some losses. How powerful the protoss warrior is. This is just a son of God. He pressed the sword to this extent."

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The heroes have a pessimistic mood, and their pride is about to be broken,.

Sun Yi is also staring at the divine Son of the Protoss. The divine power has a suppressive effect on the Kendo of Jianyi, unless it is his physical power without the help of law power, because the physical body is to develop the treasure of the physical body and obtain strong power.

At this time, the glow of the God son on the Moon Palace lake covered the moonlight. His youthful posture stepped on the void and had a divine temperament. It seemed that he was respected in the sky and earth, which was the unique temperament of the protoss warrior.

The descendant of God, whose blood is noble above many races.

If it were not for the son of God, I'm afraid many moon fairies would fall in love with the son of God.

"Fight again!" As soon as the sword turns into a sword, a picture of mountains and rivers suddenly appears, covering the sky. Every plant, tree, mountain and stone are transformed by the idea of invincible sword.

"It's too weak. It's completely vulnerable."

The son of God said contemptuously. At this time, the sword map of Jianyi had been killed with his body, and the space around him suddenly collapsed.

The son of God shot again, and his hands played God's spell seals, combined with a voice of the dark road. Those spell seals evolved into God's civilization, shrouded and swallowed the sword pictures, and then the son of God spewed out a bright divine light from his mouth.

At this moment, as soon as the sword was under great pressure, he clenched his teeth and killed again, and the crazy treasure light burst out. In the eyes of the crowd, he was a peerless sword, which made his divine light dim. The whole void gave out a whine and trembling sound, as if he couldn't bear the meaning of the sword.

"As soon as the sword turns into a sword, this person will not die. In the future, he will become a strong Taoist emperor. He has no hope of becoming respected in this great world." Everyone trembled. What a powerful sword. It turned into a sword. In fact, it has touched the true meaning of kendo. Emperor Cheng has no pressure on him.

"Boom!" The steps of the son of God suddenly backward, injured in front of the Terran for the first time, and shed God's blood.

The strength of this sword is beyond his imagination. It seems that he can't be solved without using some cards at the bottom of the box.

He is not a simple generation. He can be called the son of God in the Protoss. He is one of the best people.

His hands waved the divine light, and a bright ring of divine light appeared behind the whole man's forehead, singing in his mouth, as if communicating the existence of an unknown depth. Suddenly, a more terrible divine light column ran through the sky and suddenly hit the sword.

The two suddenly collided together. After the God awn light column came, the God son's glow was more prosperous, his hands clapped horizontally, with a tendency of arrogance.

"Boom!" As if the sound of heaven and earth breaking came out, two figures were suddenly thrown out. One figure was a sword and was blown back to the ancient pavilion.

In the collision, the son of God is better.

"Cough!" The sword covered a shocking blood hole in his chest and coughed: "the power of the protoss is really strong. You are better."

"Protoss people, you are so mean. That divine light is not your power, but your great power and invincible."

Everyone angrily pointed to the son of God. If it weren't for the divine light called, the defeated person would probably be the son of God. It's too mean.

"You Terran strongmen have the ability to summon this power." The son of God is still arrogant and domineering. This is the natural power of their race and the power possessed by the blood of God. Where is it shameless.

The sword waved his hand and said, "as soon as I can afford to lose, he is better."

The people were dumb and felt helpless. Without the divine light, the sword has a great chance of winning.

"Who of you wants to fight again? The first person you are the central goal has lost. I'm afraid no one dares to fight my God son. Indeed, it is a low race and its strength is vulnerable."

The son of God continued to shout, and there was silence. After the sword, no one dared to challenge the son of God.

Many heroes trembled. Almost all the thousands of people present were the best talents in the ancient capital of big business, but no one dared to fight this son of God. It was a kind of sadness.

Some heroes want to fight, but they understand that even the sword is inferior to the son of God. They will only lose face.

"It seems that none of you dare to fight the son of God. Do you dare that person?"

The son of God's eyes slowly turned and fixed on the drinking Fu Yi. There was a strange force in this man that made him want to fight.

"Boom!" Suddenly, Shenzi grabbed a power of shenmang in his hand and killed Fu Yi in the ancient pavilion.

"Just a son of God, you dare to fight me!" Fu Yi's eyes suddenly focused on the son of God. The breath of the ancient fierce beast burst out, waved his fist and broke the space, like an ancient fierce beast mixed with chaotic forces.

The array in the ancient pavilion lights up to resist the fluctuation caused by them.

Under this collision, people were surprised that Fu Yi did not suffer, and the son of God stood where he was and did not step back, as if he had hit a draw.

"Huh? My divine power did not suppress his strength. His strength has been recorded in my ancient books, which is at the same level as my divine power. What power is hidden in his body? "

The son of God doubted and searched this memory. He felt it, but his birth years were too short, and many memories could not be contained in his God sea. Moreover, this power was recorded as a destructive power in his Protoss inheritance.

"Your strength is good. You dare to fight." The son of God invited Fu Yi to fight. He wanted to find out what power Fu Yi had.

All the geniuses were looking forward to the sword. Besides the sword, there were people who could fight with the son of God. They were staring at Fu Yi and expecting him to fight with the son of God.

"Without that interest, you Protoss are not my goal, my goal is him." Fu Yi drank alone and smiled coldly. A cold light had swept to the very low-key Sun Yi.

For him, a son of God is nothing. No matter how powerful he is, he is not as important as Sun Yi. This talent is a mountain blocking his chest. He can never be at ease until he is pulled down.

"Fu Yi, go up and teach the son of God a lesson."

"Just shrink your head and beat the son of God."

Many heroes are shouting, but Fu Yi is unmoved. He ignores these voices at all, which makes many heroes angry.