surnamed Wang

The moment the meat ball stretched out its hand to hold the sharp thorn, it felt a pain that penetrated to the soul. It finally understood, and roared angrily:

"It's the power of hatred. How could Tang Bing's magic weapon be in the hands of that woman?"

In the distance, Wang Gangquan saw the clue, and clasped his fist at the other three people:

"I have a merciless request. I also ask the three of you to help me pull out the poisonous sting from that monster."

"Why?"

"If I guess correctly, this person is the Evil Emperor Xin I am looking for."

……

The power of the ancient gods is no small matter, especially those with titles.

Not everyone in the ancient monks is qualified to be called a god. Only those who are approved by the Holy Spirit can be titled, enjoy a blessed land, and build a temple.

The number one killing god, Bai Hao, used the power of the sun to destroy a civilization and caused countless slaughters.

The Holy Spirit intends to punish him, but another Holy Spirit preemptively bestows the title of God. The god is not ignorant of cause and effect, and is not guilty of sin, so the matter is dropped.

Bai Hao ranked first among the top ten evil gods, and even the Holy Spirit was a bit jealous. He was grateful for the grace of the gods, and when the gods rebelled, he resolutely led Lu Feng and others to stand by the Holy Spirit, which made the scene that was almost destroyed. world war.

Among the ten evil gods, Tang Bing, the god of hatred, ranked fifth, and the god of famine ranked sixth. The two have always been at odds, fighting for thousands of years, and the reason is because of the so-called ranking.

In addition, the Black-headed Jiao is also on the list, belonging to the last one among the evil gods, ranking tenth, with the title Haihou.

Although Di Xin claims to be an ancient god, his own strength is difficult to enter the top ten list of good and evil, and his god is called "God of Joy".

The majestic king of Yin and Shang, the last god of the human race, received such a funny title, which naturally attracted a lot of ridicule.

He was dissatisfied, and he was particularly active in the rebellion against the Holy Spirit.

Now it is the fifth Tang Bing, the evil god, who seriously injured Di Xin.

Although Di Xin didn't want to admit it in his heart, the severe pain in his chest still reminded him that his skills were inferior to others.

……

When Du Zhao heard Wang Bingquan's request, he showed hesitation. Eisha, like the ancient gods, belonged to the ancient gods, powerful and moody.

They had personally seen a benevolent ancient god with a face full of enjoyment eating living people. The evil look in front of them was scary enough, and there was no guarantee that he would not repay his kindness with revenge.

Tong Wang was the most restless of the three, and no matter what the consequences were, he immediately agreed:
"Zhao Daoyou's matter is our matter. Since you believe it, the brothers naturally have nothing to say."

As they said, their hands were pressed against each other, and they were about to perform the Yunling spell. Seeing this, Du Zhao and Lu Yushan felt helpless, and they didn't want to save face, so they also began to make tricks with their hands.

Three huge figures emerged behind them.

Wang Gangquan was amazed to see, and imitated their movements, rubbing his palms together, and reciting the overheard incantation.

However, farts are not.

He shook his head in self-deprecation, and waved his hand, the Yellow Springs lined up from the sky, and after a burst of turbulence, they formed a river giant.

The four huge figures grabbed at the giant thorn on the meat ball's chest, and the power of hatred had no effect on these tangible and intangible magical powers.

The four of them exerted force at the same time, only to hear a "stab", and the meat ball howled again in pain, the wound was torn apart by the barbs, and black blood flowed all over the ground.

The green magic weapon was pulled out, Di Xin was like a deflated ball, his huge body shrank rapidly, and instantly turned into a young man with black hair like a waterfall.

The magic weapon was quite spiritual, and it quickly became smaller after being separated from the body. The light flashed around it, and it disappeared without a trace.

……

Wang Gangquan flew to Di Xin, glanced at the wound on Di Xin's chest that was slowly recovering, and asked:
"Who hurt you like this?"

"A crazy woman."

The young man replied casually, and immediately realized, "Who are you?"

"Junior Ling Yunzong Zhao Zhiyi."

Di Xin's expression immediately turned cold, "You came to seek revenge on me?"

"No, I came to you as an apprentice."

"I don't accept apprentices, even if you do me a little favor."

After Di Xin finished speaking, he was about to leave with a pale face, and the young man's unsalty words sounded again behind him:

"Since the senior is not willing, the junior should go to Zhao Shuquan. His swordsmanship is much better than the Star Picking Sword."

There was a loud "click", and before everyone could react, there was already a huge chasm as deep as a thousand feet.

The moves are crisp and neat, like shredding a piece of white paper.

"Do you dare to say what you just said again?"

Di Xin stood in mid-air, holding a black sword, with cold eyes.

Wang Quanquan raised his head, showed a bright smile and said:

"It's the same ten times. Senior Zhao has a pure sword heart and open-minded sword intent. Just by saying 'May all sword masters in the world learn the supreme sword technique', I don't know how many blocks you can beat senior."

"No matter how much you talk, you are just a useless person now."

"The younger generation had a special meeting with Zhao Jianxian before leaving. He has a unique aura. I believe that he will be able to fulfill the agreement with you in a short time."

"You actually know the agreement?" Di Xin's expression softened a little.

Wang Gingquan remained calm, stretched out his hand, a red sword transformed out of thin air, and made a gesture of please.

Di Xin understood immediately, and slashed down with his sword.

……

In the soft grassland, the two figures could not stop moving, every time they landed, there would be a burst of sparks.

The three men stood watching the battle from a distance, making comments from time to time, without the slightest tense atmosphere of life and death.

Di Xin was condescending and said with a big laugh:

"Good boy, it turned out to be you."

"Senior, don't use the last move if you have the ability." Wang Bingquan shook the long sword in his hand and clanked continuously.

"Heh, I admit that you are a bit hot, but I created the star picking swordsmanship, not to mention the last move, so what's the point of letting you have one hand?"

"The king of a country has a golden mouth, and we have made a deal."

A cunning flashed in Wang Gingquan's eyes, and he stretched out his left hand, which was always behind his back, and there was a translucent long sword in his hand.

The Spirit Tempering Sword was destroyed by Zhu Wang before, he collected the fragments and easily repaired it with the technique of transformation.

Di Xin sneered and said:

"Play with some cleverness, I will do what I say, and I can still beat you with one hand."

A large amount of black hair was coiled from behind the young man to the black sword, and the sword body changed from three feet to seven feet, faintly revealing a purple-black light.

Wang Bingquan also had two swords joined together, and the light of his spells lit up, and the two swords joined together to become a huge pink sword.

The two collided again.

……

Di Xin held the sword with one hand, and swung it more flexibly than Wang Bingquan's hands, opening and closing, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Wang Bingquan was defeated, he swept out with one foot from Lin Kong, and while the opponent raised his sword to parry, he kicked the other foot on the sword to create a distance, and his face turned red immediately.

Di Xin thought he was going to do something dirty, so he slightly opened the distance.

Wang Gangquan really started to play dirty, two arms quickly grew out of his ribs, a gleam flashed on his body, and a four-armed clone appeared, and he shouted to the three watching the battle:
"Three friends, can I borrow the sword?"

Three fairy swords flew to the front in an instant, and through the art of Wang Gangquan's transformation into form, the long sword became a short sword, the wide sword became a thin sword, and three became six.

There were flashes of sword shadows in the sky.

Seeing this, Di Xin secretly said shamelessly, but his face remained unchanged, and he raised the long sword high in his hand, and the black glow won a big victory.

The other three people just looked at the black mang, and felt that their eyes were piercing, and quickly moved their eyes to distance themselves.

The black sword slashed at will, and the thick black sword energy went straight to the young man below... (End of this chapter)