Chapter 2418: : Then you deserve to die!

Everything happened too fast!

From the sudden disappearance of the blue sky of the gods, to the time when the handsome minister was blown away with a punch, it was only a momentary event!

"Old style!!"

Above the void, Ye Wuque yelled, with a deep chill in his tone!

He knew that this was deliberately done by the Eight Gods Qingtian!

The Eight Gods Qingtian did not dare and could not kill himself, because he was the key to unlocking the curse of the Eight Gods, but instead of killing himself, the Eight Gods Qingtian wanted revenge from the soul!

Make yourself painful, make yourself... death is better than life!

Therefore, Yashen Qingtian chose to target elegant officials!

In the distance, the Eight Gods Blue Sky stood above the sky, and his gloomy eyes were filled with a touch of high sarcasm at this moment. The breath of ninefold stepping over the sky enveloped Ye Wuque, restricting Ye Wuque's actions, making him unable to move!

The Eight Gods Qingtian seemed to appreciate the scene at this moment, appreciate Ye Wuque's expression at this moment, and his indifferent voice exploded!

"Don't worry, I punched him down, he is dead, and there is no pain, at most, the bones of the whole body are shattered, the meridians are torn apart a little bit, and the flesh is turned into mud, nothing."

There is a kind of playfulness in the tone of Iori Qingtian, a kind of cruelty!

"Watching my friend die in front of me, but I can't do anything. I don't even have a chance to take a look. Ye Wuque, how does it feel?"

Physical revenge has always been the most inferior, and only the explosion and blows from the soul, spirit, and will are the most hateful!

Four elders of the Eight Gods died in the hands of Ye Wuque, and one Eightfold Stepping Heaven!

How can I not hate Iori Qingtian?

But he couldn't kill Ye Wuque, but he was best at vicious and vicious, and there were ways to deal with Ye Wuque, so that he could die!

Hearing the words of the Eight Gods Qingtian, Ye Wuque's face was expressionless, and the cold light in his bright eyes was as strong as the essence, the holy way of war all over his body was boiling, and the flesh was squeezing crazily, trying to break free from the pressure of the Eight Gods!

"Watching you struggling, watching you in pain, is really a joyful thing. Do you really want to go to your friend? It's a pity, what if you struggle? Your friend, he is dead!"

The Eight Gods Qingtian teased Ye Wuque, constantly attacking him with the advantage of words!

"Ahem..."

But just as the voice of the Eight Gods Qingtian fell, from above the earth, in the huge pit that the handsome minister smashed, there was a sudden burst of coughing!

Ye Wuque's eyes lit up at the moment he heard the coughing sound!

This is the cough of old wind!

"I knew that Old Feng didn't die so easily!"

Ye Wuque breathed a sigh of relief, but the face of the Eight Gods Qingtian became a little hard to look at this time!

He chirped a lot here. He originally thought that he could use the death of the swordsman in white to strike Ye Wuque, and make the other party's life worse than death, and his will collapsed, but now the swordsman in white is not dead at all!

Iori Qingtian suddenly felt like an idiot, talking nonsense here, and was beaten in the face!

This feeling is uncomfortable.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the huge pit on the ground!

Within it, at this moment a tall figure holding a sword slowly stood up, with a somewhat disturbed breath and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. It was a handsome minister!

However, an old armor appeared in the whole body of the handsome minister, which exudes a hazy light, and enveloped him.

And the armor looks a bit broken, and it's even more vicissitudes of life, as if it will split at any time, but it is precisely because of the existence of this armor that it protects the style minister and prevents him from the terrible punch of the gods Qingtian. , Just got shocked.

"Thanks to this ancient armor given by the great elder, otherwise it would have been a blow, and you would have to shed a layer of skin if you didn't die."

A hint of softness flashed in the clear and translucent eyes of the handsome minister, but in the next instant, a hint of sharpness came out again, suddenly raising his head and descending into the void!

Because the eight gods are already...killed again!

"I want to see how many punches your ragged armor can block! Even if it blocks, the patriarch's fist strength can shock you to death!"

"Ye Wuque! I said, I must make you feel bad for life, it's better for you to die!! Keep your dog's eyes open and watch it!!"

The cold and venomous, cruel and indifferent voice echoed, and the figure of Iori Qingtian reappeared in front of the elegant minister, his right fist was raised, and the Emperor God fist reappeared!

boom!

A violent fist came with the air of the rolling emperor, the void was shattered, the earth was cracked, and the fist of the Eight Gods Qingtian burst out with anger, directly blasting the elegant minister!

The pupils of the handsome minister shrank slightly, and he only felt that he could see a crazy enlarged fist in front of him!

At the moment of the moment, he lifted the long sword and stood in front of him, and at the same time the misty light filled with the ancient armor enveloped his whole body!

Bang!

Feng Chenchen was blasted out again, coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth, dragging the ground, cutting through the ground, destroying everywhere, and smashing into a mountain!

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Fortunately, with the protection of the ancient armor, he finally took the second punch of the Iori Qingtian!

Upon seeing this, a sharp light flashed in the eyes of the cold blue sky of the gods, without any pause, with a kick on his right foot, the whole person chased the elegant courtier, and his right fist was raised again!

"dead!"

The indifferent voice fell, and Iori Wufeng blasted the third punch!

Feng Caichen's face was calm, without joy or sorrow, and a trace of peerless sharpness flashed in his still clear eyes. At this moment, from his neck and inside the collar, a faint brilliance suddenly appeared, faintly, It seems that the fuzzy shape of a sword-shaped pendant can be seen.

But in the next moment, the gaze of the handsome minister was condensed!

Because in front of him, a figure suddenly appeared, thick hair dancing wildly, six arms in the sky, three big punches blooming, it was Ye Wuque!

When Ye Wuque arrived, he wanted to block the fist of the Eight Gods Qingtian for the handsome minister!

However, both the current Ye Wuque and the handsome ministers are far from the opponents of Nine Times and Eight Gods!

boom!

Even if Ye Wuque's three major fist intents had the Zhan Zi Jue superimposed three times the combat power, he still couldn't stop the Eight God Qingtian's punch and was directly shattered!

And the fist of Iori Qingtian swept away undiminished!

"Old Ye!"

Upon seeing this, the handsome minister yelled, a trace of madness flashed through his clear eyes, he stepped out desperately, opened his arms to save Ye Wuque from behind, and then turned around!

In an instant, under Ye Wuque's shocked gaze, he and the handsome minister directly switched positions, his face was facing back, but the handsome minister's back was directed towards the fist that came from the sky!

"It's a touching moment of life and death! Then you deserve to die!"

The Eight Gods Qingtian let out a grin, staring at the handsome minister, and cast his right fist even harder!

Bang!

The terrible fist exploded, and the earth in a radius of hundreds of miles collapsed directly by hundreds of meters. Not far away, several mountain peaks collapsed, a scene of apocalypse!

Above the high sky in the distance, the Eight Gods who were fighting with Tomb Two suddenly laughed cruelly after seeing this scene!

"The elder said that someone will come and clean them up!"

Tomb Two did not speak, but a trace of worry and incomprehension flashed through the eyes under the mask!

"Where is Senior Miaomiao?"

Wow!

The two figures flew out horizontally and smashed onto the ground. It was Ye Wuque and the handsome minister!

"Old style!"

After Ye Wuque landed, after desperately stabilizing his figure, he immediately looked at Lao Feng with an anxious tone!

"I... nothing!"

The handsome minister also stabilized his figure, but it seemed that nothing happened!

The terrifying third fist of the Eight Gods Blue Sky slammed behind the handsome officials, even if there were ancient armors, it was impossible to be useless at all!

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen's eyes met, both of them were puzzled, but immediately their eyes condensed, as if thinking of something!

"Miao Miao!"

Ye Wuque whispered in his heart, with a touch of surprise in his tone!

"Cut! Did you two finally think of this fairy?"

In Ye Wuque's mind, the voice of Fairy Miao Miao pouted immediately.