MTL - Martial God Space

This is his only chance of winning. The light is only the sword of fate. It is not enough to let Ye Xiwen reverse the trend. But if you count the fate of the last sword of the fate of the three swords, you will have the hope of truly killing the terrible enemy.

The evil spirits are not in the peak state, and even life is passing away. This is his greatest opportunity.

Now, on the battlefield, Jian Zun and Bei Tian Zun can only be regarded as barely supportive, and they may be broken at any time, and the time left for him is really not much.

"But do you dare to hurt me? I will let you taste the most terrible torture in the world, let you cry and die!" The evil savage palm trembled slightly, and the phalanx that was cut was re-grown. This kind of injury is not enough to hurt the bones, but it has completely angered him. "I want to swallow your flesh and blood, let your soul sink in my corpse and heaven forever and forever, suffer all suffering!"

"boom!"

The evil corpse maddening voice just fell, in an instant, it has already hit a fist in front of Ye Xiwen, this fist blasted, but the power does not give the horrible power of the sword of destiny.

Directly chasing the chaotic hole, the chaotic gas instantly boiled up, and went straight to the door of Ye Xiwen, and shattered his head directly.

"Hey!"

In Ye Xiwen's body, the treasures of the creation directly emerged, and hundreds of millions of celestial light burst out, directly guarding him into it, and the sinister madness was directly blocked.

"Made in the treasures? In the same year, the famous Dao of the Tianjun, it is a pity, in the hands of your Tianzun, it is simply violent, it should be owned by me!"

The sinister mad sacred saw the sacred treasure, and the eyes flashed a bit of greedy expression, not only because of the magic of the treasure, but also because it contains the mystery of the rise of the creation of the heavenly king, everyone wants to know The mystery of it.

"You should first try to see if there is such a strength!" Ye Xiwen sneered a sneer, while the evil spirits rushed to kill, while his sword of destiny came out directly.

"It's useless, unless you can display the chaos again, otherwise the sword of fate itself will not even have the ability to break my defense. Hahahaha, after you have a trick, you still have a lot of physical strength. "The evil corpse madly laughed and laughed at the sword that Ye Xiwen strangled. He practiced himself as a musical instrument, and naturally he was not afraid of the conquest of the same level of implements."

"I can't display chaos? You think too much!" Ye Xiwen is another shout, his body seems to have dried up the mana, but suddenly it is completely filled, and then this mana's mana, directly Into the sword of destiny.

The sword of destiny is lifted up as if it were not a sword, but a terrible fate.

"Hey chaos!"

It was a sword that fell down. This trick was completely out of the horror of the evil spirit. He did not think that Ye Xiwen could recover so quickly, and it was restored in an instant.

No, no, Ye Xiwen must have recovered the magical medicine. Otherwise, it is impossible to be so terrible.

The sinister madness responded very quickly. At the moment when the chaos and sword fell, he had already reacted. Although this was completely inconsistent with what he had said before, it was at this time. There is still room for choice.

"brush!"

His figure instantly flew out of tens of millions of miles, directly avoiding the range of the sword of destiny.

"Hey!"

At this time, on his body, a huge blood scar on his chest exploded instantly, and blood was sprayed into chaos.

Although he had just avoided the bad luck that Ye Xiwen had directly smashed into two pieces, he was swept by Ye Xiwen’s sword and was torn apart by a huge wound. The endless blood was sprayed out, and he could not stop it. .

And because of the aggravation of the injury, he was even more unable to stop his aging, and his black head actually began to appear white.

This is enough to prove that the evil spirits are not really invincible, nor is there no weakness. If it is a general half-step master, this kind of injury is not enough to make him show such a decline.

But the evil spirits are obviously different, and his life has come to an end.

It can even be said that if he is not struggling to fight for the final hope, he will not even come out of his grave. He will only resist the passage of time in the grave, until the end, he will even lead the grave. The strength of the power is gone, and eventually it is natural to die in the grave, and to bury the heavens.

It is no longer possible for him to live the next era. He is as strong as him. In the face of the passage of time, he must lower his proud head. It turns out that eternal life is an eternal avenue of spiritual practice.

However, since the grave has already been laid out, he intends to fight this last time. He has no retreat. A considerable part of his skill is used to suppress the passage of time in the body, delay his aging, try to stay young and keep the peak.

If it really ages to the point, although the half-step master is still strong, but obviously, facing this person, it is still not enough to see.

However, now that he was hit hard by Ye Xiwen, he suddenly broke his work, and his cultivation was suddenly unable to live the life that passed away. His head was gradually white.

"It turns out that you are just like this. How long can you live?" Ye Xiwen looked at him coldly. "Look at your ugly look. The struggle to survive is like a lost old dog!"

"Time, time, time!" The evil body madly looked at Ye Xiwen in front of him. Ye Xiwen broke his merits and let him fall to this point. His eyes flashed through unimaginable killings.

"Now kill you, go to the heavens of the martial arts era, and seize the last opportunity. I still have the chance to survive, so you must die!"

The evil madness has also been forced to a dead end. Ye Xiwen in front of him can delay the time, and the light can make him die by the power of time.

But he can't do it. If he drags on it, he will die. But he doesn't know that Ye Xiwen doesn't intend to delay it. He can wait, but the world can't wait, and the creation of the gods can't wait.

Every minute and every second, there are countless souls dying, and the mourning sounds straight into Ye Xiwen’s mind. After his prime minister made the gods, he was faintly connected with the world, and could feel their despair and despair. .

"Roar!"

The evil corpse screamed and screamed. In an instant, the boundless corpse spread out. It was like the time was solidified. He was burning the origin of life, just to freeze the time and let him not aging. At least, to survive this period of time, after killing Ye Xiwen and swallowing his blood, he can still give him a period of time.

In order to survive, he is already crazy!

After the boundless corpse spread out, the wound on the evil body of the evil body was improved by an astonishing degree, and his original white head was blackened again.

He seems to be reborn, and when he returns to his peak, it is not the time when he is suffocating, but the real peak. It is the top state before many epochs.

This feeling made him intoxicated, so that he was almost immersed in the feeling of this peak period.

"East Tianzun of the sacred gods, I will be forced to this, you are a dead end!"

The more indifferent the sacred sacred look, the law of his body and the corpse, and his whole body is in the light, and the whole piece of chaos is fixed.

"Whoever lives and lives, not necessarily. You are all false, illusory existence, in fact, there is no peak at all, let me personally break your fantasies!"

Ye Xiwen felt that the evil spirits were more powerful, but he was not afraid, only one war.

"False? You dare to say that I am false?" The evil body screamed and screamed. His body shape ran directly to Ye Xiwen's front, just like a teleport, not knowing how much faster than before. In an instant, I have already come to Ye Xiwen.

"The corpse is eternal!"

The evil corpse madly slammed out a fist. In an instant, the heavens and the earth seemed to be rendered into a world of corpses by the power of this punch. No one could stop the power of this stock.

This punch carried an unimaginable power directly to Ye Xiwen.

"Hey!"

The enchantment on the ecstasy of Ye Xiwen’s body is shattered. At this time, the sacred sacred genius is the real horror. It is truly powerful. Compared with him at this time, when he was screaming, he was like It is a jumping clown and there is no comparability at all.

This boxing was directly blasted on the treasure chest of creation. The energy ripples on the treasure chest made a circle and a circle. Although this fist was blocked, the fist was not worn, but the horror violent incident attached to the fist The power was still directly bombarded by Ye Xiwen.

"puff!"

Ye Xiwen spurted out a blood, and burst into a blood flower in the chaos. His whole person flew out for tens of millions of miles in an instant, and finally stopped. He only felt that the whole body was up and down, and the internal organs were tumbling up and down.

If you change someone else, even if it is the peak of Tianzun, the body will be instantly shattered by the boxing of the treasure.

This is the real fighting power of the evil spirits, and the horror is absolutely perfect.

"I can't use ten tricks to kill you. Don't say that you are wearing a make-up treasure. Even if you are wearing a make-up treasure, I can still beat him!" The evil spirits have returned to the peak state, his heart. It also seems to have returned to the stage where I was alone in the ground and did not put everyone in my eyes.

"If you want to kill me, then give it a try!" Ye Xiwen’s phoenix in the body, the injury that had been damaged by the earthquake has been restored. His whole body is in the light, the fate of the long sword, no retreat, and Once again culled. (To be continued.) 8