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Chapter 252 The Wrath of the Sword of the Holy Monarch

The two great emperors were powerful enough to rule the Great Wilderness Holy Land in the past, and they belonged to the existence of the peak powerhouses.

However, after the Fuxi Ancient Demon was born, the land of the gods showed its signs, and many of them became giants earlier than the ancient times. In front of these powerful families, the so-called great emperors can no longer be seen by them.

The powerful gods of the Xuesha clan looked down at Lin Feng with a bit of disdain in their eyes. If he hadn't taken a fancy to Feng Meier's physique, he might have already shot Lin Feng and the two of them.

"Have you finished speaking, Your Excellency? After we finish speaking, we will leave..." Lin Feng's voice was slightly cold, but his right hand slowly landed on the extremely long Sage King's soldier behind him.

Seeing Lin Feng's right hand resting on the long sword behind him, the old man laughed even more disdainfully, "Why, do you still want to do it? What the hell is that thing behind you? Is this length a stick for picking dung?"

The ridicule and ridicule of the powerful gods of the blood fiend clan is quite appropriate.

The sword of the holy soldier behind Lin Feng was afraid of attracting attention, so he wrapped it in a sack of rags, especially since the sword was really too long, like a bamboo pole. a bit smelly...

The Sword of the Holy King was thrown into the cesspit more than once by Lin Feng. If Lian Yijian knew about this, he would probably vomit blood in anger. The sword of the Holy King he refined was thrown into the cesspit.

"Haha, what senior brother said is that this group of people thought that the world today is the world of the past, and the great emperor really thinks that he is an onion?"

At this time, on the other side, a strong god of the blood fiend clan and another strong man at the peak of the emperor also finished dealing with the matter of the ancient earth splitters, and walked towards them quite playfully.

"Damn it, this guy can't really pick shit, right? The broken stick behind him is so smelly... a shit stick?"

As soon as the two approached Lin Feng, they showed disgust and stared at the long sword behind Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was also stunned for a moment, with a strange look on his face, because at this moment, the sword of the Holy King behind him started to heat up, and he seemed to be trembling slightly.

Followed by.

A deep and angry voice suddenly appeared: "I am so mad, I am so mad!! How dare you insult me... Smelly, how could this deity be stinky!"

This voice came from behind Lin Feng impressively. The Sword of the Holy King had always held a grudge against Lin Feng, but Nai He Lian Yijian had personally issued an order that Lin Feng was his master at this time, and he was not allowed to leave until at least three swords Lin Feng returned to Lian Yijian's side.

That's why Lin Feng's teeth were itchy for what he did, and he didn't dare to resist. These days, Lin Feng threw him like a cesspit, and his world was plunged into darkness.
The word cesspit made him hate it even more!
But now these three guys in front of him never leave the cesspit, even calling him a shit stirrer! !

Can't bear it, can't bear it!
"Who, dare to come out and fight here pretending to be a ghost?" The two great emperors stared behind Lin Feng but did not see any one, and immediately their spiritual thoughts scattered to find out.

But as soon as the two finished speaking, they saw that behind Lin Feng, the rag that was originally wrapped around the long sword suddenly turned into powder, and a beam of sword light shot straight into the sky.

A dazzling long sword appeared in front of Lin Feng with a flash of light. The extremely long sword bent down strangely, and approached the three members of the blood fiend clan in a very humane manner.

"This deity hates cesspit the most in this life, how many times do you three want to die!" With a swing of the long sword, the gloomy voice appeared again.

At this moment, the eyes of the three members of the blood fiend clan turned into bull's-eyes, and their mouths were opened wide enough to put down an egg.

puff.

Feng Meier, who was behind Lin Feng, couldn't help but chuckled when she saw this scene. Lin Feng also had a strange expression on his face. It seemed that the three guys were going to be miserable today, and he saved himself the trouble of doing it.

Luo Fanchen on the side sighed, and murmured: "I never thought I would see the God Emperor's Soldiers in my lifetime..."

"hiss!"

"Soldier of the God Emperor, this is actually a soldier of the God Emperor!!"

"This soldier actually has the consciousness of divine sense, and the soul of a divine soldier has already been born, which is a rare thing in the world, my God!"

……

After a short period of sluggishness, the three cried out, falling into deep shock.

The God Emperor's Soldiers, in this era when the gods and gods are the pinnacle, a God Emperor's Soldiers are enough to make a good hermit family directly become the strongest family, and win more in the upcoming land of the gods. of God.

"Your heaven? Your land? Fuck you!"

Before the three of them got excited, there was a flower in front of their eyes, and a cold light surged, as if appearing out of thin air, restraining them in place, and then a huge force came from behind the three, making their throats sweet.

The huge strength caused the three of them to fly into the sky like cannonballs!

"The cesspit? I won't beat you until you become incontinent!"

Bang bang bang!
The air exploded, and the extremely long sword seemed to continuously travel through space, flapping up and down, left and right.

At the same time, a shrill cry sounded from above the sky...

"This, this... this soldier is definitely not the God Emperor's soldier!"

Seeing this scene, Luo Fanchen couldn't help but exclaimed, being able to torture two powerful gods and a peak emperor at the same time as sandbags, this is not something a soldier of the emperor can do.

You must know that the soldiers of the Holy King are no longer in Lin Feng's hands, but act independently.

Lin Feng stood aside and shrugged his shoulders without explaining. He just stared behind him and said in a deep voice, "Let's go quickly. If all the powerful members of the blood fiend clan come out later, I'm afraid it will waste a lot of time... As for These three guys, I don’t think they can survive.”

Looking at the three meteor-like afterimages jumping up and down in the sky, Luo Fanchen couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine, secretly thinking that this sword is really not easy to mess with!
Feng Meier stared at Lin Feng's back and hurriedly followed, her eyes were full of exploration, and no one had ever made him feel so interesting.

Several people turned into Changhong and left quickly, the screams behind them were still unheard, and after a while, the screams behind them became louder and louder, it didn't seem like there were only three people...

Lin Feng didn't bother to pay attention to the Sword of the Holy Monarch. According to the power of the Sword of the Holy Monarch, let alone two strong men at the level of gods, even if the Blood Fiend clan were to mobilize in full force, they would probably end up exterminating the entire clan.

"From then on, move forward at full speed for ten hours, and there will be a huge teleportation array that can directly reach the ancient city of Haoyue on the west side of the dark clan."

Feng Meier seemed to know a little bit about Beijiang, pointing to a huge lake in front of her and said.

Lin Feng nodded, and the three of them moved forward at full speed again.

Six hours later, the sky had gradually darkened, and the three of Lin Feng who were soaring high in the sky slowed down. At the same time, they also noticed a group of people on the official road below, and what they were talking about made Lin Feng's heart skip a beat. tight.

The protagonists in these people's words are the dark clan...

(End of this chapter)