Chapter 2438: Destructive god

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It’s a happy thing to get the only Thunder knives.

But before he could express the excitement of Zi Yan, he saw a majestic Thunder behemoth falling down, and he looked at him in front of him.

The behemoth, he looked very familiar and very familiar.

It is the Thunder and the Holy Beast that manifests the true body.

It is his friend, his elder, and the passer-by on his way!

But at this moment, the thunder and holy beast, the vitality of the body, is clearly disappearing.

what's going on?

Is the Thunder sacred dead?

After the two gods breathed, the purple cicada suddenly reacted, and the thunder wing vibrated behind, and the figure disappeared from the place.

When the Thunder and the Beast had not fallen, he appeared beside him, still looking at the eyes of the Thunder's Holy Beast.

This great saint is really dead?

The thunder and sacred beast, who gradually lost his vitality, saw the arrival of the purple scorpion. He couldn’t have enough time to lick something for him. His eyes only showed a kind of compassionate smile. After that, his vitality was lost, and his body slammed into the ground.

"Big... great holy?" He tried to call for a sentence and naturally would not get a response.

Dasheng is really dead!

He slowly turned his head and saw a person standing in the sky, the other side was surrounded by colorful light, it was he who killed the Thunder.

"Pseudo-God?" Zi Yan said softly, there was no anger on his face.

It’s not that it’s not sad. It’s that he hasn’t recovered from the fact that the Thunder’s sacred animal died. It’s completely awkward. I don’t believe that it’s all happening.

"Damn ants!"

He was not angry yet, but the other person was angry because he whispered a false god.

You must know that in the people he killed, everyone is horrified to call him a Protoss. Who would dare to call him a false god?

"Go to death!"

The false **** made a punch to the purple scorpion, and the fist of the power of God surged. He came quickly on the chest of the purple scorpion and flew him out.

The flying purple scorpion coughed up a bite of blood. After landing, it rolled away toward the distance. There was soot spatter on the ground.

He suffered a blow and did not hide.

"what?"

Looking at the man who flew far away, the false **** stunned, and the attack hit the other side. He didn't die immediately, and he was not seriously injured.

You know, the other side is unprepared and bears his strong punch!

In addition to hemoptysis, the scent of sable is still strong, almost intact.

This is a real blow, and this powerful blow finally brought the purple scorpion completely awake. The sorrow on his face disappeared, showing grief, and thought of the bits and pieces that had been with the Thunder and the Holy Beast.

At the beginning, he was only a domain, and he saw a seriously wounded Thunder sacred beast... After that, the Thunder sacred beast took him through his experience, during which he spread his Thunder technique and saved him and his distress several times.

In the time of the ethereal city, if it is not the Thunder of the Holy Beast, how can there be purple now.

He is a good friend, a predecessor, and a passer-by!

The picture of everything is fixed in front of the eyes.

The thunder and the beast fell there, and they lost their lives and died.

In addition to grief, Zi Yan’s face still showed cold emotions, and there was a cold murder in his eyes. His eyes were removed from the Thunder sacred beast and fell on the false god.

I don't know why, when I saw the cold scorpion of mankind, the heart of the false **** jumped and felt a certain crisis.

Then he shook his head and felt a little ridiculous. He was a holy king in the district. How can he help him?

Zi Yan stared at the false god, and the anger in his heart had reached the extreme. He held his fist and the thunder wing behind him vibrated.

"Hey!"

Like a thunder light, he rushed toward the false god.

"court death!"

Seeing the purple rushing to him, the false **** sneered, and a palm shot toward the front.

This is the death of the gods, when the city is in the city, Zi Yan has seen many times.

Although the fake **** in front of him is a lot stronger, it is still useless for the purple scorpion that incorporates the complete **** bone.

"You have to die!" The purple scorpion that rushed forward was full of murderous eyes and full of hatred and grief on his face.

The false **** looked at him with disdain and said: "If anger is useful, I don't know how many times I have been killed by anger. But the truth is that anger can only make people lose their senses, only let those mortals die. Faster!"

His expression is arrogant, very proud, and equally confident.

The desolation of the gods is in the head, the powerful breath is surging, and the power of God is everywhere.

The rushing purple sable, the black robes are dancing, and the hair is flying in a mess.

He went to the palm of his hand and punched.

The dazzling thunder light flashed in his fist, and the violent thunder shone.

"boom!"

His fist is above the palm of his hand, the violent energy bursts, and the palm print breaks open.

The purple scorpion figure does not stop, rushing forward in this violent energy, going straight to the false gods.

"what?"

The self-confident and full of disdainful face of the false **** was very surprised when he saw his humanity bursting his attack.

At this time, Zi Yan came to him and punched his head.

It is still a punch of the Thunder, but at a close distance, this pseudo-god really feels the horror energy contained in this boxing.

His face changed greatly, his hands clenched his fists, and he stood in front of him. A light shield composed of the power of God kept him in the middle.

This is the world that came to the world. He chose to defend for the first time. It is also among all the false gods. The first choice is the existence of defense.

The false **** looked at the purple scorpion through the mask of the gods, and the shining thunder light reflected the expression of his hatred.

The thick crisis emerged from his heart, which made him have to officially form this little holy king.

At the same time, his mind has already made up his mind. After avoiding this punch, he must find ways to contact other people and force him to kill him.

"boom!"

The cicada's fist fell on the mask of the gods, causing a violent shock.

The whole world is shaking, the void is twisted in madness, and the powerful energy is scattered in all directions.

The Protoss hiding in the mask was violently shocked, but he clenched his fists in both hands and crossed his arms in front of him. The power of the gods in his body was insanely injected into the mask.

Previously, his nervous expression was slightly relieved at this moment, because he was blocked by this blow.

However, when he looked up again at the purple, he saw that the other party was still cold and still sly. The Thunder was raging in madness, and a stronger force fell on the mask through the arm of the purple.

Hey! Hey!

The surface of his god's hood has a crack in the road.

"how is this possible?"

His pupils are shrinking, and it is incredible for this sudden strengthening of power.

The cracks spread quickly and banged.

At the moment when the mask exploded, the purple and purple bursts of sound between the heavens and the earth, his fists went forward, with a violent thunder, falling on the double fists of the false gods.

I saw his fists, and in the rapid bending, the crisp bone cracking sounded.

The curved arm went toward the chest, and the purple fist fell on the chest of the false god. At the same time, the violent energy entered his body, causing a thunderous energy explosion in his body.

False gods face madness, but they can no longer resist, directly coughing blood, and in the blood, accompanied by visceral debris.

His body flew out and there was a blood line in the air.

"How is this? He is just a holy king!"

The fake **** who was flying backwards was full of horror. Although this fist did not destroy his vitality, he also suffered serious injuries. The power of God running in the body was also greatly suppressed.

It is obviously a short time to recover such an injury.

The body is still flying backwards, his thoughts are running fast, and he even thought of leaving first, and then bringing other people to kill him.

"Go to death!"

However, at this time, a cold voice sounded in his ear.

The lingering light in his eyes saw human beings appearing on his side as if they were teleported.

The pupil was shrunk again, and his hands did not hesitate to seal. The power of God in the body appeared like a chain. Surrounded by his side, he formed a light shield again.

The defense of this light shield is even stronger than the previous one.

"Hey!"

The cold-eyed purple scorpion, with a long scabbard in the hand, is squirted, and a shining knife light is swept away toward the false god.

This is a complete holy knife. It is the weapon of the birth of the Star of Life. It is one of the powerful holy soldiers in the world. It can be said that it is strong and strong.

The knife light fell on the reticle, and without any pause, it was very easy to cut the reticle and then swept through the false god's neck.

"puff!"

The blood of the gods collapsed, and the head of the false **** left the body and flew upwards.

A powerful force from the holy knife, poured into the false gods to understand the sea, to destroy the other side of life.

The body of the false **** fell to the ground, and then it was motionless. The head of Gao Fei’s head also fell to the ground and lost his life.

The false **** is dead!

The cold wind blew, and Zi Yan stood there, staring indifferently at the dead god.

After a while, he could not see the body of the Thunder sacred animal.

"Why is the false **** going to the big holy?"

The Thunder sacred animal died ~www.readwn.com~ His heart is still sad, but he has not lost his mind.

Since there is a false **** here, there will never be one. Now that the Thunder and the Holy Beast have already experienced a crisis, what about other people?

The face of the purple cicada showed an anxious color.

He began to worry about other people.

So, he stopped staying here, and after a ritual to the place where the body of the Thunder sacred animal disappeared, he accelerated to fly away in the distance.

At the same time, his spiritual thoughts are under the rule of the Thunder Temple, and it is also an expansion of madness in the distance.

During the period, he did not find any abnormality, and he was relieved that he might be just an accident.

But then, his spiritual thought was to find a battle.

In that battle, a green dragon surging with a great sacred breath descended toward the earth, and the holy blood flew between the heavens and the earth.

That is the Qinglong Dasheng.