Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1244: Strong metamorphosis

Suffocating operation.

Flowers are not flowers: ???????

Xiao Binggan: ?_??

Guangjiang: ??????

A man without arms: =????(???*)

Ding Sanshi slowly opened his eyes for a glance, then immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Even the middle **** in the Haoran Great Sun above the sky was stunned at this moment.

What does this mean?

Kneeling directly?

Just now, this person didn't return his arrogance, and broke the rank of himself and others.

Unexpectedly...

"Surrender?"

The cruel voice of the midgod sneered, echoing between the heaven and the earth: "Surrender is death, and those who offend my clan's divine power..."

The voice did not fall.

Another new voice appeared, directly suppressing the voice of the middle god.

"You bastard, why are you kneeling here?"

The surprised and frustrated voice rang in everyone's ears: "You have completely disgraced my handsome face..."

The sound may not seem loud, but it miraculously covered the middle god's shout, making his sound inaudible for an instant.

Everyone was surprised?

The next moment——

Boom.

The sky trembled, as if it had been crushed by something terrible.

The sky seems to be shattered and shattered.

In the distance to the west, a huge bronze carriage rumbled and crushed the sky, and it was coming at an extremely fast speed. Four bronze horses, like gods, galloped hard, pulling the bronze carriage.

The carriage crossed the dome of the sky, leaving a series of bronze hoofprints in the blue sky, as well as a deep rut-like mark, like a long trailing tail...

This appearance is like a heifer flying on a plane—it's amazing.

Where is the sacred place?

Such a sudden scene not only stunned Hua Feihua and the others, but even the gods of the Flaming Clan hesitated.

Wang Zhong subconsciously raised his buttocks and looked up.

The next moment——

Boom.

On Wang Zhong's buttocks, he was kicked hard.

The old guy ate **** like a dog, and planted his head on the ground: "Ouch...Master, is that you, Master?"

He reacts very quickly.

At this time, Lin Beichen's voice was already heard.

On the other hand, Hua Feihua and the others felt a blur before their eyes, and a handsome young man in white appeared on top of Shifeng.

The white clothes are like snow, and the black hair is like a waterfall.

Fengshen Wei'an, Gu Pan Shengxiong.

If it's not Lin Beichen, who else?

Here he comes he comes.

Hua Feihua's heart beat wildly.

One of the leaders of the alliance, the only human race who holds the **** position in Dongdao Zhenzhou, he has finally arrived.

But... even the master is not good enough, can he really turn the tide?

"Squeak."

Guangjiang was the first to react, and immediately rushed to the top of Shi Feng, hugged Lin Beichen's thigh, and rubbed his head against the ground with a look of 'Master, I miss you so much'.

Shut up.

It took out the writing board and pen again, and wrote flamboyantly: "Master, I will always be a god."

The skillful movement makes people feel distressed.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Xiao Binggan was also very excited. He didn't even know that the chicken legs fell out of his mouth. On the bruised fat: "Brother, your brother was beaten, you have to call the shots for me."

Lin Beichen was speechless.

But the heart is also very kind.

My mother is dead, my father is missing, my sister is missing...but I still have relatives.

He had a smile on his face.

The bronze carriage also rumbled through the sky and came to the sky above Shifeng.

I saw dozens of figures standing gracefully on the carriage.

Except for a strange man, the others are all women, all wearing the school-style sword robes of the female swordsmen of the Wenxiang Sword Palace. People, the other looks blue but has a kind of extreme inner charm...

Familiar faces.

"That's... Elder Yan, and my disciples from the Wenxiang Sword Mansion?"

Hua Feihua trembled excitedly.

Yan Ruyu's family was the only living force that escaped on the day Wenxiangjian's mansion was destroyed.

It is also the line that Hua Feihua worries about day and night.

Now that they are still alive, tears almost flow down from their eyes.

At this moment, the middle **** above the sky sneered, and said, "You are the sword fairy Lin Beichen? Well done, just in time to wipe out your group of so-called alliance ants... Gun, die."

A golden javelin flew down from the sky.

Bolder.

Faster.

The vigorous and surging blazing sun, full of divine power, was aroused by this gun, releasing endless coercion.

In the hearts of Hua Feihua, the armless man, and others, a sense of despair can't help but arise.

The terrifying power contained in this gun directly acts on their spirits.

Make them feel afraid to resist.

"The little middle **** dares to show off in front of me."

Lin Beichen sneered, and casually raised his hand to grab it.

The incomparably powerful golden javelin was easily grasped in his palm like a small toothpick, without even a slight tremor.

"What?"

The middle **** of the Lieyang tribe was shocked.

He could clearly feel that at this moment, the Lieyang Spear, which was condensed with his own divine power, lost all control and induction.

"I said, the lord **** of Lieyang was killed, and the remnants of the Lieyang clan disappeared in a day. It turned out that they came to the East Zhenzhou to linger... This is really a way to heaven. If you don't go, there is no way to hell." You just broke through the door..."

Lin Beichen sneered and threw a backhand.

The middle **** of the Lieyang tribe felt a hot feeling in his heart.

When he looked down, the golden javelin was stuck in his heart, piercing through his body.

In the next moment, the sound of breaking the air exploded.

The speed of this gun exceeds the speed of sound, even the gods can't react at all.

"You..."

He raised his head slowly, his life-fading eyes held a big question: "Aren't you... who are you?"

The person who wields this kind of crushing power is by no means an ordinary person.

Lin Beichen was too lazy to answer.

When this kind of guy was in the God Realm, he was not even qualified to look at him.

Boom!

The golden javelin explodes.

This middle **** of the Fierce Sun God Clan was directly blown to pieces and turned into blood mist.

Everyone was stunned.

Between the heaven and the earth, there was a dead silence like a cemetery at midnight.

The blood mist of the middle **** drifted away with the wind, like the embers of fireworks after burning brightly in the air, beautiful but desolate.

Pan Qiu and the other five low-gods of the Lieyang God Clan were pale and their bodies were like chaff.

In the hands of this young man, even the middle **** is vulnerable.

Aren't they... vulnerable?

Fear strikes.

They did not dare to make a move, nor did they dare to escape.

Who is this boy?

Why so tyrannical.

This kind of person should not be a mortal from the lower world.

But it seems that everyone in the Anti-Dahuang Temple Alliance is familiar with him.

Pan Qiu realized that the Lieyang God Clan was in trouble.

Since this young man killed Master Pan Zhen with a single blow just now... At least he is also in the rank of a high god, and the Lieyang God Clan has fled to the lower realm since the death of the main god, and there are only a few strongest members of the clan Highgod.

On the bronze carriage.

When Yan Ruyu, Hu Meier and the others saw this scene, they were also shocked.

Before Lin Beichen beheaded the strong man of the white-haired armored tribe, it was barely reasonable.

But to kill a high-grade extraterrestrial **** and demon so casually in front of them... this... this is beyond their comprehension.

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Today is still the fourth watch.