The Rise of History’s Most Powerful Empire Chapter 153: Sure enough, parallel imports are not good

? Looking at the mysterious person who suddenly appeared in front of me, the power exuding from his body was so powerful that it was convincing, but he couldn't help but panic.

"Who are you? Are you relying on this mortal emperor at the moment? Or a strong man who came to this place for other reasons?"

Although there is some fear in the heart of the person in front of him, but no one loses the battle, no matter how much fear in my heart, I can't show it and lose the momentum.

The white-robed man opened his eyes shallowly when he heard the words, squinted slightly, and tilted his head slightly, his eyes squinted towards the **** of Ryan, his every move was filled with incomparable contempt.

After a short glance, he withdrew his gaze, slowly gazed down, and looked at the user underneath, looking at his own Zhong Yu with solemn eyes.

Is this the person? It took a long time to awaken myself at the price of not knowing what it was. This kind of vitality, with the vigorous immortal essence flowing all over his body, is really intoxicating.

After being intoxicated for a while, I suddenly thought of it sadly, but unfortunately, I can't feel this feeling for long, and I have to complete my contract task to help this person in front of him defeat his enemy.

Seeing the contempt of the white-robed man in front of him, as well as every move, he did not ignore him in his eyes. It was like facing an ant, not caring or even feeling it.

The **** Ryan, who has always been extremely arrogant, is full of anger, even if he is among the other three barbarian kingdoms, the gods enshrined in each kingdom are much stronger than himself, and he dare not to be so despised. Own.

And the unknown person in front of him is so arrogant. I just felt its breath, although it is stronger than myself, but it may not be much stronger.

As for motivating the changes of heaven and earth, making the whole heaven and earth produce earth-shaking imagery because of his appearance, if he is willing to abandon some divine power, it is not impossible to create it. What kind of capital does he have so rampant in front of him.

"Asshole, I am asking you something, dare to be so arrogant, what gives you such confidence!"

The furious God of Ryan was angered and burned his entire heart, but the gap between the strengths of the two sides was like cold water to help him cool down, so he had to ask at the last time to try to ease both sides.

Hearing the question of the unknown **** next to him, the white-robed man finally slowly raised his head, staring sharply at the Ryan god, as if he was looking at a prey.

His eyes are constantly wandering, as if he is looking at him, how to start to save the most energy, but he is not worried about the confidence that he will not be able to kill the prey in front of him.

Finally, when God Ryan faced this kind of eyes, it was like looking at a weak, unresisting prey, almost intolerable, when it was about to explode.

The white-robed man finally spoke. This opening was shocking, and there was no room for change.

"You are the person my summoner is going to deal with. Your strength is not very good! But at the point of just becoming immortal, even the mortal body has not completely faded away, and the strength in your body is not condensed enough, even some The immortal cultivator who crosses the catastrophe can't be compared. I really don't know how you achieved the existence of immortal, presumably within your agreed cultivation system, your strength is also the lowest, and the combat power is the most unbearable!"

The person in the white robe doesn't speak any more. When he speaks, he is very mean, making a sharp irony at the God of Ryan in front of him.

Let the **** Ryan has been among the other gods, being bullied because of the weakest strength, and his already very sensitive and extreme heart is immediately embarrassed.

But I couldn’t bear it anymore, and I just prepared to do a good job of teaching this in front of me. Of course, a **** who satirizes the great God of Ryan. Even if his strength is slightly stronger than me, he can’t insult a person of the same level as him. exist.

"Divine Art: The Light of Retribution!"

A divine metaphor fell, and a white light suddenly appeared above the sky, full of holiness, light, justice and many other positive powers, but with a hint of judgment and punishment, it went straight to the white-robed man. Away.

Seeing the light hitting him in front of him, the white-robed man curled his face in disdain, his eyes mocking, but at the same time he moved his right hand slightly, pinching a seal.

"Five Elements Immortal Method: Golden Spirit Art!"

As soon as the handprint was pinched, a golden glow of gold dangling in the blink of an eye quickly condensed in the air, forming a small sword shape, turning around and shooting towards the white light.

Sneer!

Suddenly, the small sword touched the white light, and the two attacks touched one or two breaths. The sharper and more solid-looking sword light directly pierced the white light and cut it from the middle. Cut in half with the air and dissipate directly.

After destroying his enemies, Jian Mang did not stop. On the contrary, it was more surging, and the whole body's sword qi overflowed, staying in the air for a while, it seemed that it was accumulating enough power. It was a long time, but it was just a blink of an eye.

Just as Zhong Yu and the others stared at the air, they shook their eyes, and when they opened them again, they saw the sword light shoot directly, and a faster speed rushed towards the **** of Ryan, like a comet sweeping the moon and charging The momentum is overwhelming.

When the sword light stopped in the air, the **** Ryan was already on guard. At this moment, seeing the sword light rushing toward him, he quickly used his magical skills to stop him, but he evaded again and again and moved his position. .

"Divine Art: Shield of Radiance!"

"Divine Art: Speed ​​Delay!"

"Divine Art: Space Reversal!"

"..."

In the blink of an eye, a dozen or so magic arts were released from his hand by God of Ryan, all blocking the direction of Jianmang.

But seeing the sword light that had accumulated enough power, he went straight forward, smashing several divine arts one after another, and rushed towards the **** of Ryan without hindrance.

In addition to the smaller body, the body is slightly illusory, but it is really not damaged at all, and all the way is unimpeded, and all the magical arts can't slightly hinder its momentum.

Crack!

No matter how Ryan God dodges ~IndoMTL.com~ and releases the magic block. Jianmang finally shot onto the body of God Ryan, with a dull crash sound.

On the shoulders of God Ryan’s body, there was a sword light that was still piercing in. Drops of golden blood slowly flowed down the sword body. .

And God Ryan, who was seriously injured, didn't care at all, instead, his face was as deep as the bottom of a pot. There was redness in the eyes, the whole face was a little distorted, and the whole body exuded a cold air.

"Damn shit, you have completely angered the great God of Ryan, and will not drive you into the ruins of the market. My godhead will not exist, the fire of the **** will be extinguished, and the name of the **** will disappear!"

Overwhelmed with anger and revenge, God Ryan’s whole person’s sanity no longer exists, he just wants to eliminate this angry person so that he can breathe out a sigh of relief.

Looking at the god's curse in front of him, the white-robed man's mouth curled up, and it was even more mocking. Through the battle just now, he has thoroughly understood the strength of the existence in front of him at the same level as the immortal.

It turned out to be nothing more than a **** of faith. By incorporating the beliefs of mortals, although it can grow rapidly, it is another shortcut to achieve longevity.

But since it is a shortcut, the natural foundation is not solid enough, and there are various drawbacks. The power of the person in front of you, regardless of the degree of condensing or the use of flexibility, is far inferior to the power of self-cultivation step by step, and even the combat experience is extremely clumsy. slightly.

Of course, the white-robed man is dismissive of this kind of quick product, and his heart is also full of contempt, even anger, thinking that he has defiled himself, the lofty fairy realm in his heart.

Kill the engine oil spontaneously!

(End of this chapter)

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