v2 Chapter 1872： Wood god

One of the old temples with wood, an old man with a staff, sits on top and has a look of anger.

Next to a Tsing Yi youth said angrily, "This Pantheon is simply uninhabited, formed in a short period of time, the foundation is not stable, since it is also called to let us surrender, or it will die, really great tone."

A beautiful woman with a proud tone, "Since they want to die, then we will fulfill them. The power of a small five gods will dare to call the Pantheon, and it will be arrogant."

The middle-aged man on the other side agreed, "I also saw such arrogant and overbearing people for the first time. This time it is best to kill them directly and see if they dare to say this."

Next to a white teenager, he said with a chuckle, "You don't need to be angry. It is this Pantheon who is looking for death. Not only does this send us such a letter, but also sends letters to other forces. Thirteen forces are still not crushing. it."

Tsing Yi Tsing Yi said with a smile, "My God! We also acted quickly, and if it was late, it was taken away by others."

The old man, who is old, thinks for a while. "Then we summon the soldiers to destroy the Pantheon."

In the face of this fat, the old man wants to divide it. In the world of the gods, faith is the most precious resource. No **** is not convinced of faith, so it will surely rob the faith.

Around the crowd, the face was filled with a confident smile, and now it is too easy for 13 forces to destroy a force.

"Who are you? This is the Temple of Wood Tree."

Suddenly a loud voice rang at the door, and everyone in the temple did not care, thinking that it was a careless break into here, the bodyguard would solve it faster.

Ah, ah...

A scream of screams, the face of the people changed, someone was killed, and the comers were not weak, and a scream was made by the guards.

The old man holding the staff wrinkled his face and said to the young Tsing Yi on the other side, "Let's go out and see what happened."

The Tsing Yi youth nodded seriously and walked out of the temple.

what!

A scream rang, everyone's face changed, and it was not calm, because the screams were the ones from the Tsing Yi youth.

The crowd immediately came outside and saw that the body of Tsing Yi youth had been opened, blood and internal organs had fallen to the ground, and there were a pile of bodyguards on the ground, and one stood by.

Wearing a black cloak, holding a black sword, with a chill, like a murderous demon, violently erected.

The old man stared at Zhao Wei with a pair of eyes, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

Zhao Yu looked at the old man with a sneer and said, "I am the Lord of the Pantheon. Now you have two choices. One is to surrender to me before me, and the other is to die under my sword."

The face of the audience was full of anger, but for the first time someone was so arrogant that they wanted the gods they believed to surrender in front of him. He did not know that the gods existed in the supremacy?

The old man also looked angry and angry, "You are looking for death!"

I saw the old man exudes a powerful momentum, raised the staff in his hand, and countless green lights radiated, dozens of three-meter-long wooden thorns, with a strong momentum.

The old man waved his staff.

Oh...

A root of wood thorns with a force, shot directly to Zhao Yufei, as if to penetrate the body of Zhao Wei, the momentum is amazing.

Zhao Wei disdain and screamed, and in the hands of the emperor killed the sword, a powerful force was injected into it, and the emperor killed the sword with a strong sword light.

Boom!

A sword was thrown out, a huge black crescent pulled out, with a force to destroy everything, many of the wooden thorns that had been shot were smashed, without any hindrance, and the wood fragments fell apart.

The old man's face changed slightly.

At this moment, the people next to them also gave up the attack.

The middle-aged man with a strong momentum, holding a long knife, jumped forward, jumped in the air, raised a long knife to Zhao Hao, the momentum is strong

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boom!

Zhao Wei waved out with a sword, and a sword force was sent out. He directly flew out the middle-aged man who had come over.

The middle-aged man lost to the ground and spit out a lot of blood. He didn't have the strength to get up. He should be seriously injured.

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Zhao Wei reached out and grabbed the stab gun.

The beautiful woman seized the opportunity, holding a long sword, with a strong momentum, rushed from the side to Zhao Yu, the sword in his hand with a fierce Jianguang, it is necessary to Zhao Yu.

Zhao Wei’s strength was injected into the hand holding the pistol, and then poured into the long gun. The boy with both hands holding the gun was shaken.

Holding this long gun, Zhao Wei forced a glimpse of the side, and the long gun shot with a strong force.

Hey!

The long gun flew out, directly through the chest of a beautiful woman, a long gun running through her body, piercing the ground behind her, and nailing the woman in place.

"I'm going to kill you!"

The old man hated hatred, because the woman was his beloved, and he was also a small donkey. He lifted his staff and his staff gave off green light. The power of the heavens and the earth gathered around and formed a huge spear. Exudes an amazing power.

Boom!

The old man waved his staff That wooden spear with a huge incomparable force, shot Zhao Yu to the past, with a strong wind, like a broken bamboo, no one can stop.

"Sword Lord!"

Zhao Wei lightly sighed, and a huge sword gas emerged from the emperor's sword, forming a huge sword wind and raging around.

Hey!

Zhao Yi waved the sword in his hand, and a fierce sword light, and instantly flew away, as if cutting everything, the wooden spear shot in the past was split in half from head to tail, and shot on both sides of Zhao.

Looking at the old man, Zhao Wei’s eyes showed a hint of killing. "Since you are looking for death, don't blame me."

Zhao Yuhua rushed to the front of the old man as a streamer.

The old man was shocked and waved his wooden staff and took a huge force to Zhao.

Boom!

Zhao Wei also slammed out with a sword. A huge black sword flew out and threw the old man out, fell to the ground, and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

When I came to the old man, I looked at the old man who was seriously injured. The five fingers were clawed, with a force, grabbed the old man’s abdomen, took out a green godhead, lost the godhead, and the old man was hit hard and died directly. .

Zhao Wei turned his eyes to the boy. The boy’s fear was on the ground. Now the gods are killed. He can only choose to surrender.