God King of Myriad Realms

Chapter 48 [Too Weak——]

Qinghe City——

Deep and quiet, in an alley that no one cares about in the past.

Dressed in white, the elegant and handsome Ling Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, with a chic posture and a playful expression.

Such ignorance and composure made Wang Xuan uneasy, clenched his fists, and shouted: "You dog, put on a show when you're about to die! How can you, the seventh level of Wu Zong, be able to hide it from you?" The young master's eyes?"

Isn't that so~~
Ling Changsheng shrugged: "I didn't say I'm not the seventh heaven of Wu Zong."

It's just that, to kill you, a mundane ant, do you need a world-class cultivation?

By the way, there are two dogs with you.

"Presumptuousness——" two middle-aged men with the first level of martial arts, asked for instructions in unison: "Young master, let us deal with this kid, first destroy him! Then the young master will give him the final blow!"

Ok.

Wang Xuan took a step back and said: "You don't have to be polite! I want to see him kneel down begging for mercy, kowtow and howl!"

"Okay, young master, let's watch!" Two middle-aged men walked out, one on the left and the other on the right, with the "power of 220 dragons" above their heads.

The superposition is "the power of 440 giant dragons", the momentum is brilliant and frightening.

Then, play with you.

Fingers crossed, the sound of "crackling" resounded continuously.

"One step to reach the sky!" Immediately, Ling Changsheng stomped his feet, and the secret technique of movement erupted, and the dust flew up, at an unbelievably fast speed.

impossible!
I just felt a flash in front of my eyes, as if being hit hard, the two middle-aged men flew more than ten meters away in embarrassment.

"Imperial Dragon Elephant Art!" Behind Ling Changsheng, the power of eighty giant dragons howled, and the power of eighty giant elephants crouched.

The whole body is full of blood and energy, galloping endlessly.

The looming "Heavenly Emperor's Spirit" overwhelms the eternity, and I am the only one, unstoppable!

The deterrence at the soul level reached the two middle-aged men.

"Ah! Kid, you...you dare to sneak attack us."

"Big words." Ling Changsheng sneered: "It's fair and aboveboard, why come to sneak attack?"

to die.

The two middle-aged men did not take it lightly this time.

A total of "the power of 440 giant dragons" descended from the sky, which can level a mountain.

The power of the eighty ancient dragon elephants soared upwards and greeted them.

Afterwards, Ling Changsheng took his time, swung his arms, and stirred the void with his five fingers: "The universe is moving."

The miraculous rebound power, together with the power of eighty ancient dragon elephants, offset the "power of giant dragons" of more than 300 heads.

For the rest, Ling Changsheng used the secret method of "reaching the sky in one step" a little bit, and escaped unscathed.

"Bastard! What are you two doing?" Wang Xuan stared angrily, "Kill him quickly! Do you hear me!"

This…….

Young master, this kid is a bit weird.

The two middle-aged men at the first level of King Wu had pained expressions on their faces.

"Trash!" Wang Xuan's face twisted: "Twenty breaths, I can't kill him, I will kill you!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Helpless, the two middle-aged men pulled out all the stops.

The white clothes are fluttering, and the moon is breezy.

Ling Changsheng strolled in the courtyard and moved his figure: "I've had enough fun, you can go to die."

In vain, the young man's demeanor took on a new look, as if he was an awakened ruler of heaven, the demon god of hell, pointing out with his slender fingers.

"God's finger!"

"Ah... no!" A middle-aged man in the first level of Wu Wang had a hole between his brows and fell to his death.

"Next is you." After killing one person, Ling Changsheng's fierce gaze locked on the second middle-aged man.

evildoer!

Wu Zong's seventh heaven, killed King Wu's first heaven with one finger?

Wang Xuan looked jealous and resentful: "The heavens are unfair...how can he be so powerful! Yes, today is a great opportunity for me to kill him!"

A "Heavenly Emperor's Finger" was thrown out again, and Ling Changsheng instantly killed the second Martial King Yizhongtian man without any effort.

The wind and sand rolled up behind him, and the crisis struck.

It was Wang Xuan who made a sudden move, "Wu Wang's three-level cultivation is desperate! The power of 250 giant dragons barks their teeth and claws!"

In the nick of time.

Ling Changsheng was calm and composed, a simple and mysterious silver bronze mirror flashed in his hand.

"Supreme First Grade Space Martial Soul, Martial Soul Technique, Space Bronze Mirror—"

Bang!Boom!
The power of 250 giant dragons hit the "little" space bronze mirror, causing ripples.

"Disappeared?" Wang Xuan was stunned, speechless: "All the power of the dragon that I sacrificed was absorbed by the bronze mirror?"

No!What kind of sorcery are you doing?
"Space copper mirror, rebound!" Ling Changsheng's arm shook, and the space bronze mirror "brilliantly shined".

The power of 250 giant dragons was pumped out.

"Pfft!" A big mouthful of blood spewed out, and Wang Xuan hit the wall.

Weak, vulnerable!
How dare this virtue come to kill me?Who gave you the guts?

The space bronze mirror was put away, and Ling Changsheng held one hand behind his back, looking down at the other party indifferently with a world-wide posture.

"Ah! Smash it...I'll kill you." Even though he didn't give up, a golden glow rose from around Wang Xuan's body, sharp and glaring.

Third grade martial soul, metallic martial soul skill!

Combine the power of 250 giant dragons to kill the "Four Heavens of Martial Kings"!
"Slaying demons and weeping blood!" In Ling Changsheng's thought, the "immemorial demon sword" that was silent in the space ring fell into his hands.

The huge demon sword, which is more than five feet long and half a foot wide, is radiant and full of amber blood. Inside the crystal clear sword, there seems to be a large amount of fresh blood flowing, magnificent and charming.

"The first form of the Heavenly Emperor's Sword Art, the Heavenly Emperor's sword drawing technique."

"Huh la la." I saw only a peerless monster, and the unparalleled sword light flashed past.

The power of 250 giant dragons of Wang Xuan and the radiance of the metallic martial soul skill all shattered, leaving nothing left.

His own chest was also left with sword marks that went deep into the bone marrow, and his internal organs were all over the floor: "Ahem... no, why, it shouldn't be like this..."

Slashing Monster and Weeping Blood took back the space ring, Ling Changsheng smiled all over his face: "Do you know, you are really weak~"

puff.

Blood was vomited wildly, eyes went black, Wang Xuan passed out, and could never wake up again.

Anyway, it's the young master of Qinghe City Tianxiang Chamber of Commerce, what kind of virtue.

Ling Changsheng walked out of the bloody alley, rode on a black-maned horse, and left "Qinghe City" on a red dust ride.

A moment later, news of Wang Xuan's death reached the branch of the Tianxiang Chamber of Commerce.

Lu Linlang, who was whispering to Lin Xian'er, got the news, and her first reaction was to exclaim, "She couldn't have done this, could it?"

Lin Xian'er nodded humbly: "It must be him! This Emperor Xuan is really stupid, he must have taken the initiative to find trouble with that guy, and ended up like this. Self-inflicted, you can't live!"

The Great Qin Empire has a vast territory.

Riding on a black-maned horse, traveling for more than three hundred miles in half a day, a town was half hidden and half visible at the end of Ling Changsheng's line of sight.

"Qingyang Town."

The name is not bad, jumping off the horse, Ling Changsheng walked onto the street.

(End of this chapter)