The Emperor's Call of Eternal Heroes

Chapter 572
At this moment, Qin Jiange's complexion suddenly became dignified.

"I know you are difficult, but after all, I underestimated you, but this time, I definitely won't!!"

Anming's face was cold, and suddenly he stretched out his finger and pointed heavily at the black ocean.

"Supernatural Power: Dark Finger!"

boom!
The black ocean was suddenly torn apart, and countless storms of dark power swept away.In the storm, Qin Jiange's robe fluttered, and under the flying black hair were dark pupils.

In the reflection of the pupils, a giant finger that seemed to protrude from the Nine Nether Hells suddenly protruded from the black sea. The terrifying aura seemed to be that a powerful person crossed countless spaces and pointed out this finger. .

The giant finger seems to cover the world, encompassing everything, and no ghost can cover it up.

Qin Jiange's heart couldn't help shaking at this moment. Apart from those unfathomable martial arts, this aura can only be explained by supernatural powers.

The world was dark, Qin Jiange's complexion was unusually solemn, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly took a step forward.

At this step, the world became quiet, and the wind of space and time seemed to stop flowing at this moment.

Anming's complexion changed, he raised his head suddenly, and looked directly at Qin Jiange with a wonderful expression, as if seeing an incredible scene.

"Death to me!"

Darkly roaring, he felt an extremely dangerous aura from the former, and this danger seemed to be able to kill him at any time.

At this moment, Qin Jiange's eyes suddenly opened, the dark pupils seemed to be stained red with blood at this moment, and a terrifying murderous aura erupted from his body.

Facing the giant fingers that covered the sky and the sun, Qin Jiange did not hide, his seemingly thin body burst out with the mighty power of the Emperor's Wrath at this moment.

Teikoku
One punch, shake the world!
Two fists, town all wastelands!

Three punches, the emperor is furious!
What is an emperor?

When the emperor got angry, hundreds of millions of corpses lay down, the sun and the moon turned upside down, and the galaxy shattered.

When angry, all spirits bowed their heads, and the world trembled.

Anming's complexion changed rapidly, and under the reflection of his pupils, he saw Qin Jiange's figure like a bow, and then he swung his right fist so plainly.

Qin Jiange stepped on the ground, and his figure surged up. In front of the giant fingers that covered the sky, he was like a tiny ant.

Before the fist arrives, the fist wind has come!

bang
At that moment, everything fell silent, the world was silent.

However, in this silence, one can see that the space is full of cracks, and the terrifying force shatters everything into an endless storm of nothingness.

But at this moment, the huge finger that covered the sky and the sun actually trembled at this moment, and then the cracks quietly spread, and finally burst open with a bang.

Anming's body trembled, although his body did not retreat, but the stone pillar under his feet had disappeared, and a trace of bright red blood left from the corner of his mouth.

His face was so pale, and there was a look of fear in his pupils.

Under the mirror-black reflection, it was clearly visible that a fist was constantly enlarging.

in an instant
"Master Dark Fang!"

Dark Fang retreated quickly, and at the same time, a trilling voice suddenly came out.

"waste!"

At this moment, a thunderous sound came from the dark sky and earth.

Deep, but with boundless anger.

And at this moment, just when Qin Jiange's fist was about to fall.

boom!
Qin Jiange's body suddenly stopped, as if there was an indestructible wall in front of him, which could not be broken.

The blood in the pupils receded, and he slowly raised his head, only then did he see clearly that what stood in front of him was a large black knife.

Simple, as if carved from a whole piece of black crystal, without the slightest edge, but the sharpness gives people a feeling that it can easily crush the stars.

This knife is terrible!
A steady stream of very strong dark power poured into the sword, enriching it, and gradually recovering.

"This is the knife!"

Qin Jiange murmured, he didn't expect the knife that Liu Xingmang had melted away to appear in front of his eyes again.

This is a genuine holy weapon, with the most complete spiritual knowledge, unimaginable power, and it is still fully awake, just facing it, just like facing an ancient sage.

"The blood of Emperor Qin!"

The gloomy voice echoed, accompanied by a killing intent of gnashing teeth.

"Lord Darkfang, kill him!"

Behind the big knife, An Ming said in a hateful voice, his face distorted and filled with endless hatred.

It can be said that this moment is the most embarrassing time for him as a wolf.

"Trash, you are not qualified to order this deity. If it weren't for your identity as a dark clan, I would kill you now!"

Then the deep voice came again: "Take me and kill that kid."

A black glow flickered on the broadsword, but it quickly subsided.

"Hehe, Qin Jiange, let me see what you can do this time?" A hand was suddenly on the handle of the knife.

An Ming straightened up slowly, almost gnashing his teeth word by word.

The Dark Fang Blade is a genuine holy middle-grade spiritual weapon, not to mention it is fully awake.

Even though countless years have passed and most of the power has been lost, it is still comparable to the power of the third level of the Old Sage Realm.

"Well!"

Qin Jiange's eyebrows were fixed, but they stretched out again.

It's just a holy weapon, he also has it, and it's even more powerful.

Suddenly, a simple long sword appeared in his hand. The simple lines depicted one picture after another, and the atmosphere of the ancient times was unimaginably powerful for the bearer.

After pondering for countless hours, even though it has not been fully restored, the Emperor Sword at this moment still possesses the power of a holy weapon.

"Ok!"

But at this moment, An Ming lowered his head in a daze, and he saw that his arms were shaking, and the big knife called Dark Fang was trembling wildly and violently.

"Emperor Sword!!"

A roar came out of the big knife with a fearful sound.

The sacred artifact has a spirit, and a sacred artifact is like a real living being, with emotions.

Fear, that's it!
The natural avenue concept is the suppression between the levels of the holy artifact.

"No, it's broken!"

"Haha, kill him quickly, quickly!"

There was a little urging in that voice.

An Ming didn't think too much about it, he also knew the origin of the Emperor Sword, and even more so, what kind of existence would the person chosen by the Emperor Sword be?

The big knife in his hand erupted with incomparable and terrifying power, and the light of the knife seemed to be rolling in waves, sweeping in with a gesture of overwhelming destruction.

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(End of this chapter)