Chapter 2448： Battle against God

On the other side, the nightingale went into the space arranged by the drunken building and felt very satisfied.

This is an independent space similar to the small world. There is a green hill, a lakeside location at the foot of the mountain, and a pavilion with a dining table.

At noon, the main whistling cloud of Jubaogege did not arrive on time.

In this regard, the nightingale was psychologically prepared, and he sat down at the table to enjoy the fine wine and delicacies.

Time passed by, and it came to the evening.

At this time, the owner of the Treasure Pavilion, Feng Xiaoyun, took the two deputy cabinet chiefs, Chi Yanshan, and the deacon Long Jiu, who came late and appeared in a small space.

"Everyone is here!"

Seeing the arrival of these four people, I just took a sip of the good night's night, calmly greeted, and did not mean to get up.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that the nightingale was light and cloudy, the face of Feng Xiaoyun immediately became cold and bursting out of strong pressure.

Originally, he gave a glimpse of the river, and promised to give the nightingale a chance to apologize.

Nowadays, the nightingale seems to have not put him in the eye, and there is no acquittal.

The wind whistling clouds are very uncomfortable, and the indifference screams: "This seat has come to give you a foot on the river. You ah, I really think that there is a river in the river, I don't dare to move you!"

Standing in front of the wind whistling clouds, the main lord, Chi Yanshan, and Long Jiu are also very angry, and feel that the nightingale is too loaded, completely ignorant of life and death.

Only now, the wind whistling clouds are talking, they are afraid to interject.

"Then what do you think I should do? Negative Jing sin on the ground, greet you with the arrival of God, or will the taboo artifacts be reincarnation?" The nightingale did not get up and took another drink.

For the people of Jubaoge, he did not have a good impression, how could he apologize to the other party.

I’m here to meet, just don’t want to make a big noise, affecting the trip of Zhenyuan’s Dongjun, and he has already faced him. How can he fear the lower gods in the district?

"Bold! You dare to offend the gods! I really don't know how to live and die!"

Seeing that the nightingale did not look at the wind and the clouds in the eyes, it was fundamentally different from the style of painting that was imagined before, and Long Jiu immediately smashed.

In his heart, God is absolutely not offended. Whoever rushes to it is looking for death.

"Since you are here, I will not circle."

The nightingale did not pay attention to Long Jiu, looking at the wind and the clouds, said: "The last time you were targeting me because of the dragon nine, and then I married your Jubao Pavilion. We are two clear, I am two clear, I I don't care anymore. But in the year I left, you tortured my two friends. This matter needs to be solved today. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, then I will answer the question myself."

"Ha ha ha! I didn't get it wrong? You don't hand over the taboo artifacts and swear your head and admit your mistakes. Let me give you a saying?"

When you hear the nightingale, the wind whistling clouds are not angry and laughing.

A monk in the lower position of the gods, dare to provoke him with this authentic God, this is really the sun coming out from the west.

After practicing to Shangshen, no matter where he went, Feng Xiaoyun was honored as a god. He was regarded as one of the emperors of Haibei City. Now he is directly hitting his face, and he is so angry that he must be paralyzed!

The three people standing behind the wind and the clouds are also very angry, but they are not the opponents of the nightingale, they can only blink.

"Yes, what you heard is not wrong. I mean, let you give me a friend to tell you. Otherwise, you, the emperor, didn't have to do it!" The nightingale at this time slowly stood up. He can feel that the other party's war is completely uplifted and ready to be shot!

"Good! You are very good! A lower feather god, dare to scream with me, I admire your courage! In this case, die!"

There was a smirk on the face of the wind whistling cloud. The left hand condensed the **** force and directly grabbed the nightingale. He wanted to control him and grab it in front of him.

This catch, seemingly simple, but contains the rules of God, the vast majority of the gods can not escape.

"The shadow is empty!"

Qingfeng Battlegear can hardly resist this catch, and don't want to try the effect of the space body method.

Directly display the shadow of the empty space, disappeared into the void, under the wind and clouds, directly caught an air.

"Well? I can escape the blow of this seat!"

Obviously, I didn’t expect that the nightingale could easily escape the wind and whistling clouds of my own blows. After a moment of smashing, I blasted a large handprint of the gods to the void, and broke the void of the nightingale.

"You are a god, a little water!"

At this time, the nightingale appeared in the 100 meters in front of the wind and cloud, using the power of the body, punched him.

This punch, the nightingale did not use any secret method to bless, relying on the strength and speed of the body.

"A feather **** in the district, dare to appear within 100 meters of this seat!"

For the monks of the gods, the distance of ten thousand meters is the distance that blinks, and the hundred meters is almost no different from the face.

Seeing the nightingale hit a punch with no energy fluctuations, the wind whistling the cloud and sneering and condensing the gods to the right hand, turning the palms into fists and bombarding them! His fist, using the power of the gods, is not only the strength of the body, it is a real hit.

"Boom!"

The blow of the wind whistling cloud was completely resisted by the Qingfeng armor, and it did not play a role.

Feeling that he was winning the wind, he thought that he would punch the night with a fist, and did not make a defense at all. The result was a bombardment on the chest. Although Shen Yuanli automatically protects his body, he is still being smashed out.

The nightingale's refining level, although it is the middle feather level, but the body strength is absolutely in the **** level, his punch is not inferior to the lower god's blow.

"What's happening here?"

Seeing this picture, the presence of the singer, Chi Yanshan, and Long Nine are all dumbfounded. In their eyes, God is invincible and cannot be challenged.

But now, at night, a lower feather god, with the strength of the body, just slams the wind and whistle, which makes their brains useless! One by one, lying on the spot, wanting to help the wind and the clouds, but not dare.

"It seems that you have hidden strength, not a feather god, no wonder you dare to be crazy in front of this seat!"

The wind and the clouds rising from the ground, the face is already black enough to drip out the water. "This seat will encounter your calculations for a moment, this kind of thing will not happen twice! Let it die!"

This time, the wind whistling clouds condense the gods and defend themselves.

And take out from the space implement, a sword on the **** level, using the sword to attack the night.

"It’s just right!"

A sword of the wind whistling clouds, turned into a million swords in an instant, shot from all directions to the night.

This shot is similar to the millions of swords that the black sword was shot at the time, but it was upgraded to the level of God and the power became bigger.

In the face of this night's night, it unexpectedly put away the Qingfeng armor, and did not use the shadow of the empty space, directly with the body hard resistance.