Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul Chapter 11704: The restlessness of the ancestors

Everyone was shocked by Shen Wuming's fighting skills.

For a moment, I thought of what Ling Xiao said just now, did Ling Xiao discover something wrong?

But at this time, even if something is wrong, it seems meaningless.

The battle has already started for such a long time, if there is a problem, Shen Wuming has no right to stand there.

Now, only Ling Xiao can turn the tide.

The two people on the stage fought back and forth until 300 rounds, and it was still undecided.

Suddenly, the two hit each other and separated.

Shen Wuming laughed: "Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao, you are indeed powerful. At your age, you are indeed invincible at the same level, but when you meet this old man, you are doomed to lose!"

While speaking, a phantom of the real **** appeared behind Shen Wuming.

The aura of terror rose sharply again.

"Damn it, this guy hasn't tried his best yet, Ling Xiao is in danger!"

When the people of the Slaughter God Legion saw this scene, they were a little desperate. After all, before Shen Wuming fought with all his strength, Ling Xiao was suppressed.

Now, isn't Ling Xiao doomed?

"Damn! Why is this guy so strong! Can't understand!"

Shenwu clearly ignored the roar of the God Slaughter Legion.

He waved his hand with a smile, and he started with a sword.

"The founding sword art, the first form, the magical sword!"

As Shen Wuming's voice sounded, his real ultimate move was displayed.

In the void, strange holy patterns emerged one after another.

Then, sword lights pierced Ling Xiao at the same time at extremely strange angles and timing.

"What a terrifying sword technique!"

The people around were stunned.

Until now, I didn't expect Shen Wuming to have such a strong hole card.

The angles of these sword lights are not only strange, but also completely different in time.

This makes it harder to resist.

What's more frightening is that there are holy patterns attached to those sword lights. I don't know what it means, but it's definitely not simple.

"Oh, what a brilliant sword technique."

Ling Xiao couldn't help admiring: "However, it's a bit gimmicky. You've lived in vain for so many years. Don't you know that swordsmanship is simpler and more terrifying?"

"Tough mouth!"

Shen Wuming sneered, countless sword lights had fallen.

Boom boom boom boom...

The horrible roars came one after another, and the people of the God Slaughter Legion all exclaimed. Even Ling Xiao couldn't completely block such an attack.

"Hahaha, Ling Xiao is dead!"

"That's right, being targeted by such a terrifying and numerous sword light, how could he avoid it."

Finally, the roar ended.

Ling Xiao was not seen in place.

"What about people?"

"It must have been completely destroyed."

"It must be, not even the fur is left!"

The warriors in the temple cheered.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Shen Wuming standing there was pierced by a long spear.

The one holding the spear is not Ling Xiao, but who is it?

"I don't care who you are. Your sword moves are too complicated. Although the power is huge, if you can't hit it, what's the point? It's not as good as my blow."

Ling Xiao's voice sounded again, and the spear had been pulled out of Shen Wuming's body.

The moment he pulled it out, Ling Xiao attacked again.

Shen Wuming desperately resisted.

Boom!

In an instant, he was repelled.

"Impossible, you were obviously suppressed by me just now, how could that be!" Shen Wuming's face changed drastically.

"I'll play with you, you really think you are strong, just now I used less than 50% of my skill, it's not bad that you can suppress it."

Ling Xiao smiled and said: "If it wasn't for your last big move, I would have killed you long ago, and I still have to wait until now."

While talking, Ling Xiao continued to attack.

By the time Shen Wuming reacted, he was already outside the ring.

He seemed unable to believe that he was defeated, and wanted to return to the ring, but he had no chance.

"Impossible! How could I lose!"

The ancestors of the gods are completely unacceptable.

I actually lost to a martial artist who was less than 800 years old.

For a moment, he was furious and panicked.

This is his first defeat after becoming a **** ancestor.

Although it was because his cultivation base was fixed at the first-order God Venerable realm, he still couldn't believe it was true, it was too outrageous.

"Defeated! The God Ancestor lost!"

In the Slaughtering God Legion, those who didn't know their true identity until Shen Wuming are going crazy at this time, how can the ancestors be defeated?

The ancestors of the gods must not be defeated!

What a joke!

It's outrageous!

Unacceptable, totally unacceptable!

"This Ling Xiao is simply against the sky!"

Leng Yun was also dumbfounded. As the strongest arrogance of the pioneers, she had seen many powerful beings.

For example, Shenlun Wanzhang, such as Shen Wuming.

But they are not as good as Ling Xiao.

In battle, Ling Xiao gave people a feeling of ease, as if no matter what enemy he faced, he could easily kill him.

The God Slaughter Legion is in ecstasy.

Overjoyed.

Just now, they were worried that Ling Xiao would lose~IndoMTL.com~ But in a blink of an eye, Ling Xiao actually won. The situation changed too fast, and they were all a little confused.

But no matter what, it's a win.

The treasure of the Spirit King will belong to the Slaughtering God Legion.

"Hahaha, you **** of the temple, your doomsday is here. In the past, no matter what treasure, you got it. This time, you miscalculated."

"You have been strong for so long, you should withdraw from the stage of history."

"The God Slaughter Legion has mastered the treasure of the Spirit King, our chance to counterattack has come!"

The people in the God Slaughter Legion were very excited.

At this time, Ling Xiao had already looked at the treasure of the Lingwang.

The headless treasure of the Spirit King flew towards Ling Xiao, and was then taken into the world of mountains and rivers by Ling Xiao, where it merged with the crown of the Spirit King to form a complete treasure of the Spirit King.

Shen Wuming looked at this scene coldly, and said via voice transmission: "Although we can't enter that place, but he will come out, when the time comes, we will stop him at all costs.

The disaster is about to strike. At that time, my temple will not be able to stop it. If I get the treasure of the Spirit King, the temple will be more confident in surviving this disaster. "

"Disaster? God ancestor, what are you referring to? Could it be that the God Slaughter Legion is going to launch a disaster against us?"

Shen Huiyue asked suspiciously.

"What is the Slaughtering God Legion? It's not worth mentioning." Shen Wuming shook his head and said, "Do you know why I created a true god, why I created a temple? Why do I want to dominate the entire temple world?

The purpose is to resist the coming disaster.

It's a pity that those idiots don't understand my thoughts, and they want to rebel against me. When disaster strikes, they will know my thoughts. "

Everyone in the temple is still at a loss. They don't know what the **** ancestor saw or knew, but they can feel the fear and anxiety of the **** ancestor.