Chapter 1423

Battle nine!

The powerful fighting skill was Yan Qiu's famous unique skill in the Xuantian era, which was extremely powerful.

Among the innumerable gun shadows, the golden goblet and iron horse are breathless. The light of the gods is shattered, and the immortal light seems to fall from the altar.

Bang!

In the end, his body exploded, and was crushed by the spears all over the sky. It became a piece of light and rain, gorgeous and incomparable.

The ninth city Lord felt that his soul became relaxed, but it seemed that he had lost something, which made him lost his mind for a while.

On the other hand, ye Zichuan and Li Changye have entered the black hole, and their bodies are swept out of the world by countless streamers.

And at the moment when the light and shadow burst, in the depth of the world, a place regarded as a holy land, the biggest statue here suddenly opened its eyes.

That pair of eyes across the ages, like condensed the long river of years, endless time is flowing in it.

He was awakened with a start!

The stone statue carved from the stone cracked, and then a luminous figure came out.

This is another God, but it is stronger than the previous spiritual seed. I don't know how much, the whole body's brilliance is more brilliant, sacred and soft. Only when I see a divine bridge crossing between heaven and earth, his figure comes here from hundreds of millions of miles away.

Yan Qiu turned around for the first time, raised his long gun, and stood ready.

But the next second, just fell in the air of the sword issued a sonorous sound, sword vertical and horizontal, whistling past, through his body.

His whole body was pierced, and there was a big hole in his body, transparent in front and back.

And his body also appeared cracks, almost torn by the sword Qi.

"How dare you

Before people get close, a loud voice like thunder comes, rolling and surging, exploding in every corner of the world.

"Gods?"

"The gods are angry!"

"Who is it? Who is offending the majesty of the gods? "

"The former two blasphemers?"

"When the gods come, those who blaspheme will die!"

"They will face the most terrible punishment!"

After hearing this majestic voice, countless creatures knelt down on the ground, devout and fanatical, worshipped and bowed.

Boom!

The void is shattered, a Golden Avenue is falling down, and a body image is coming out of the long river of history, with the breath of endless vicissitudes.

Yan Qiu holding a long gun, looking at this light figure, his body was tense.

His body was almost unreal, and half of his strength was cut off by that sword.

However, he has sent out Ye Zichuan and has no worries.

The holy radiance is scattered, countless light rain and petals are floating in the air, accompanied by a fragrance, refreshing the heart, making people comfortable, warm and comfortable.

Bathed in this brilliance, people can't help but convert, the body is completely relaxed, the mind is open, as if the best thing in the world is just like this.

This is another deity, but his majesty is much stronger, and the heaven level prestige that he exudes is also incomparable with that before.

Yan Qiu looked at him and stood ready as if facing the enemy.

"The body of faith!" He spoke coldly.

This is a body formed by the power of belief. Although it is not noumenon, it is not much different from noumenon.

The power of pure faith, pure and peaceful, can purify everything. Just looking at it in this way, it makes people's eyes tingle, like a flame burning.

The gods looked at him, and then the scattered light spots in the void came together, and finally all melted into his body.

This is just the spiritual seeds left after the explosion, at this time all absorbed by him.

And everything the spiritual seed knew was also received by him.

"Two boys..." he opened his mouth gently, but Yan Qiu's face suddenly changed.

Then, with a big wave of his hand, the spirit fell directly into the void.

He tugged at it as if he had caught something.

Yan Qiu moved in an instant, waved his long gun in his hand and stabbed him directly.

The gun did not arrive, but the edge had been blown open, close to the gods.

The other hand of the God took up the sword, and just chopped it, smashed the awn of the spear, then turned his wrist and touched the spear.

Ye Zichuan, who had left on the other side, felt a terrible power over them before they could be happy.

Before they could react, they saw a big hand coming down from the sky and holding them in their hands.

The supremacy and the breath of heaven suppressed them in an instant, making them unable to resist. They were caught in their hands like chickens, and then disappeared into the void.

In the kingdom of the gods, the hands of the gods are taken back, followed by the figure of Ye Zichuan.

When you see the familiar scenery around, ye Zichuan's face becomes very ugly.

They were caught again!

And this God is stronger than before.

"Is this the boy you care about? I'll see what's special about him." God's mouth, such as the God above, can easily control two people's life and death.

Yan Qiu's face was cold and fierce.

He is not absolutely sure now, this is the incarnation of the spirit, stronger than the spiritual seed before. I don't know how much, he has no chance of winning.

"I'll try my best to create opportunities. You two are ready!" This is how he speaks to them.

With these words, he lifted the gun and began to strike.

The gods looked down at him, with indifference, sarcasm and mockery in their eyes.

The sword seems to be alive in his hands. With a slight wave of his hand, the whole time and space are cut off. The river of time seems to be cut off. Time and space change at the same time, making people unable to tell what era they are in.

Is it the past, or the present, or the future?

It's so strong!

Is this the real God? Its power is hopeless.

Yan Qiu roared, and his spear burst out with the most gorgeous light, and burst out with the strongest killing force.

But all of these were eclipsed in front of that sword, and could not be compared at all.

The spear awn was smashed, the long gun was shaken away, and Yan Qiu's body was smashed in the light of the sword all over the sky.

And the last hope was lost.

The strength of the body of belief made Yan Qiu have no resistance, and he was killed in an instant.

"When you die, everything becomes empty. You laugh at me for being worshipped by all spirits. I laugh at you for not having any hope after you die."

The Spirit said indifferently, without any emotion fluctuation.

Imprisoned in the original place, ye Zichuan wanted to explode, but he couldn't.

In the hands of the gods, they even hope to commit suicide.

"It's your turn, two prefecture level kids. What's the secret?"