God King of Myriad Realms

Chapter 51 [Slaying 11 people in the Martial King Realm Part [-]! 】

In the middle of the night, Qingyang Town was silent.

Under the thin and cool moonlight, Ling Changsheng, dressed in white and wielding a huge blood-red demon sword, laughed again and again: "What a bunch of idiots! They mistaken the demon sword "Slaying Demon and Weeping Blood" forged by "immemorial craftsman Ou Yezi" for a "Three-turn divine weapon"?"

If "Great Craftsman Ou Yezi" was still alive, he would be very angry.

What is a craftsman?Use the art of forging weapons and magic weapons to achieve the supreme god position!Even if it is the worst work of "Ou Yezi", if it is thrown out, there will be countless ancient strongmen "desperately fighting for it".

Damn kid.

When disaster is imminent, you dare to laugh at us.

The boy's laughter was regarded as "mocking and contempt" by the "deputy gang leaders" of the eleven Heisha gang.

"Come on, why do you need to talk too much!"

Black hair with shawl, automatic without wind, like a dragon like a python.

The "prime emperor's spirit" deposited in the body exploded and rolled up, and the handsome and thin Ling Changsheng seemed to have transformed into the most dazzling "divine giant" in the nine heavens and ten earths.

hiss - hiss
The old man of Wuwang Jiuchongtian gasped, his scalp was numb: "It's unbelievable, how can Wu Zong's realm have such awe-inspiring aura, he really is a peerless evildoer. If you don't kill him today, it will be a huge disaster!"

kill!

In addition to the "old man", the ten vice-guild leaders of the Heisha Gang started their strength cultivation one after another.

The power of the giant dragon filled the headspace, "One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, one thousand, two thousand..."

Ten vice-leaders of the Heisha Gang, four Martial Kings at the Seventh Heavenly Level, four Martial Kings at the Sixth Level, and two Martial Kings at the Fifth Level!

After superimposing the power of the forged dragon, there are "more than 500 heads."

Under this mighty momentum that overwhelmed the universe, Ling Changsheng never looked decadent and insignificant, "Primeval Dragon Elephant Art!"

The power of the eighty ancient dragon elephants surged, and then increased to ninety.

In other words, the power of ninety "immemorial dragon elephants" is comparable to the power of 180 giant dragons.

"However, the opponent can only see the power of the giant dragon, and the power of ninety ancient giant elephants dormant in nothingness."

The mantis arm is the car!

Look at me.

The middle-aged man in the sixth heaven of King Wu punched out with a punch, and the power of 270 giant dragons struck out with overwhelming momentum.

"Boom! Crack!"

With the power of ninety ancient dragon elephants resisting the "power of 270 giant dragons", the impact of the blast can be imagined.

The streets collapsed, stones and sand flew, and the sky was dark.

"The great shift of the universe." Leisurely and calm, Ling Changsheng stretched out his left hand, stirring the void.

The mysterious and incomparable rebound power was born, together with the power of ninety ancient dragon elephants, the "power of 270 giant dragons" was successfully crushed and dissolved.

With one move, the style is infinite and shocking.

"Terrible." The old man of King Wu Jiuchongtian shouted: "Let's go together, don't procrastinate, lest this evildoer escape and cause a catastrophe."

One step to the sky.

In vain, Ling Changsheng kicked his feet, and his body pierced through the void like an arrow from a string.

When he came to the middle-aged man who had been cultivated at the sixth level of King Wu, he raised the blood-red giant sword with supreme momentum: "The first form of the Heavenly Emperor's Sword Art, the Heavenly Emperor's sword drawing technique!"

Boom!

The blazing and enchanting blood-colored sword light "flash in the pan", leaving a brilliant stroke in the world.

"No...how is it possible." The middle-aged man in the sixth heaven of Wu Wang, his eyes were loose, he staggered back, his neck was bleeding profusely.

Soon, his vitality was exhausted, and he died.

"One sword! Killed a Martial King Sixth Heaven!"

A whole big realm has been crossed, instant kill!

"Hey! The show has just begun." The white clothes fluttered and fluttered in the wind, Ling Changsheng was a step away, and appeared in front of a figure: "The Emperor Finger!"

Rumble!
The aura of the Heavenly Emperor, who monopolizes the ages, almost turned into a phantom of a majestic god, looming behind the boy in white.

"With a bang, the head of the man who was cultivated at the fifth level of the Martial King was shattered."

One sword, kill one person!One finger, kill one person!
The ferocity displayed by Ling Changsheng made the remaining nine Martial King Realm powerhouses stunned and at a loss.

"Monster! This old man will kill you!" Immediately afterwards, the old man Wu Wang Jiuchongtian came out in person, "The power of three hundred dragons flashed behind him."

Hahaha.

Old stuff, just come!
Without any fear, Ling Changsheng stomped his feet to meet him, "The first form of the Heavenly Emperor's Sword Art, the Heavenly Emperor's sword drawing technique!"

"Kachacha!" The bloody sword light "flashed away", destroying almost all the power of the three hundred dragons.

The old man Wu Wang Jiuchongtian was trembling, as calm as a cicada: "...quick, hurry up and suppress this son together, or we will all die!"

"Whoosh."

"Banglong!"

This night is destined not to be quiet and peaceful.

At first, after killing two martial king powerhouses with "thundering momentum", Ling Changsheng was besieged by "nine martial king realm powerhouses" at this moment.

God means!
The universe has moved!
The means emerge in endlessly and can be used freely.

The blood was rolling, and the muscles and bones "cracked" resounded.

"Happy!" Ling Changsheng held up "Slaying Monsters and Weeping Blood", blocking the power of hundreds of giant dragons rushing forward, and flew backwards a hundred meters away, "The eighth level of Wu Zong's cultivation base, it will be a matter of course to step into Wu Zong Nine Heavens."

Roar!Roar!
It was shaped by the power of one hundred ancient dragon elephants.

"Breakthrough?" The backs of the two Martial King Realm powerhouses who rushed forward felt cold.

The first form of the Heavenly Emperor Sword Art, the Heavenly Emperor's sword drawing technique!
The corners of his mouth had an evil curve, and Ling Changsheng's movements were elegant and domineering, and he slashed out with a sword.

Crash.

A Martial King of the Seventh Heaven, and a Martial King of the Sixth Heaven, fell!
"No!"

Even our eleven Martial King Realm powerhouses can't kill even one of his "Martial Sects"!
The old man Wu Wang Jiuchongtian was heartbroken and terrified.

I really regret coming to kill this son.

"Huh." After taking a breath, Ling Changsheng's speed and momentum remained undiminished, the "secret method of reaching the sky in one step" pushed his figure, and the rebounding power evolved from "Great Teleportation of the Universe" continuously guarded his body.

What the sword pointed at, must see blood.

In less than half an hour, the top ten Martial King Realm powerhouses fell.

There is only one old man who has been cultivated by King Wu Jiuchongtian.

The old man was devastated, his face was ashen and he stood in the distance, he didn't dare to run, and he didn't dare to go up.

"Left and right are dead, why are you hesitating?" Against the blood-colored demonic light from Demon Slashing Weeping Blood, Ling Changsheng, who is handsome and elegant in white, is extremely evil, bloodthirsty and cruel—if Hell Demon God Shura

I.

The old man's tone trembled: "Let's talk about it...I, I would like to tell you a secret, but you won't kill me."

"secret?"

Ling Changsheng was startled: "It depends on what kind of "secret" it is."

"You swear first, after hearing this secret, you will never kill me, otherwise you will be punished by God."

Then I'd better kill you.

Ling Changsheng shook his head, held the demon sword, and walked forward step by step.

The invisible pressure of killing made the old man sit on the ground all of a sudden, breaking out in cold sweat: "I said..."

(End of this chapter)