Return of the War God

Chapter 3636: : Do not look down! (Three shifts)

Chapter 3636: : Do not look down! (Three shifts)

Puff! !

A terrifying arm exuding the extreme cold flew high, and weakly smashed into the sky, obviously torn off by life! !

"Damn it! Why is this happening??"

The Frost King staggered back in anger, trembling all over, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. The flying Frost Ice Arm was exactly it, and was torn off by the opposite General Qingxuan!

"Where do you want to go?"

General Qingxuan was expressionless, but there was a fiery killing intent in his eyes, besides that there was a hearty and joyful meaning!

This kind of feeling is really refreshing, unprecedented!

Brother Ye Zhennima is too awesome! !

With one step, General Qingxuan mixed with blazing cyan brilliance from all over his body, his fists gathered in a round of cyan big sun and flew out, once again suppressing the Frost King who had gone mad!

"Block me!!"

The Frost King couldn't avoid it at all, his face was ugly as if he was a horse, he could only get chills all over his body, and a huge ice shield was condensed crazily in front of him!

Click! !

The ice shield broke apart without even holding a breath, and exploded into broken ice in the sky. Under the almost resentful eyes of the ice king, the blue fists directly hit it. !

Like a kite with a broken line, the Ice King flew out directly this time, and blood spurted wildly in the void, swirling and smashing against a group of Spirit Devourers, directly crushing the dozens of Spirit Devourers!

"Fate is pretty hard!"

General Qingxuan followed closely and grinned.

The Ice King climbed up with difficulty, it was already seriously injured, and General Qingxuan had almost killed it for half his life with this punch. If it hadn't been for its special physique, it would have been blown up!

However, even if he didn't die, he was about to be disabled.

The Ice King couldn't say a word, it just stared at General Qingxuan with bitterness, and then looked at the distant Ye Wuque, who was standing outside the circle with his hands on his back, like a god!

"Damn, **** Human Race Tianjiao..."

brush!

Suddenly, a huge head fell obliquely from another direction, and the grumble fell into the void, and the warm blood soared up high, just splashing the Ice King!

The ice king originally had a bitter look in his eyes and his pupils shrank sharply at this moment! !

Because this is a huge wolf head, it is the king of violence!

"Lao Qing, what's the matter with your efficiency? Hurry up!"

A grinning laugh resounded through the void, and the **** eyes of General Floating Blood glanced at the almost half-depleted Frost King, and gave General Qingxuan a grin.

"You are fast, I just want to play! After all, I haven't played like this before!"

General Qingxuan spread his hands, an expression of early adopters.

"Hahahaha! Look at your promise! What's the point of one-on-one, I am going to do three!"

General Piaoxue laughed wildly, and then a flashed body directly regained the rest of the strongest kings. Obviously, he wanted to choose three and kill him!

Huhuhu...

A thick and incomparable gasp fell from the Frost Kings mouth. It was now trembling with anger, its injuries were getting worse, and it was about to explode!

Who are they?

The golden man and **** reach perfection!

The strongest king of the Spirit Swallowing Race only under the Spirit Swallowing Emperor!

Vertical and horizontal void battlefield, high above, I don't know how many human races have swallowed! !

But now he was beaten like a dog by the **** human blood, and there was no way to fight back!

Not reconciled! !

I can not be reconciled! !

I am the strongest king!

I am the Ice King!

I was born...puff! !

The fist, like a big blue sun, pierced the ice king's chest like a meteor, exploding a huge hole of blood! !

"Lao Piao is right. It's a waste of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be wasted on you, a beast. I have to do a few more, so go and die first!"

General Qingxuan grinned and spoke to the Ice King like this, and then took his fist back with a puff, and there was a cloud of ice scum on it.

The Frost King slumped down with violent trembling, and the expression on his face was full of distortions, and it was even more unwilling and resentful, but he could not say a word.

General Qingxuan had already looked in other directions, and then when he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something and looked at the dying Frost King again, and said with a mocking smile: "Oh, yes. For the sake of your dying, one thing simply tells you."

"Your supreme emperor is dead, now it is estimated that the body is already cold!"

"And it was my brother Ye who killed your emperor! Tsk tsk..."

After saying these words, General Qingxuan slammed and left here.

"No, it's impossible...no...I...not correspond..."

The Frost King trembled violently, and his eyes showed incredible anger and despair. It seemed desperately trying to get up, but in the end it fell to the ground feebly, glared, but never moved anymore. , Don't look down!

"kill!!"

"Hahahaha! Spirit-swallowing dogs! Take a whip from Lao Tzu!"

"Kill one without losing! Kill two and earn one! I have already earned eight!!! Haha! The ninth one!!!"

"Happy! What a great fun!"

"It's never been so cool to kill!"

"Zong Master Ye is too good!"

...

At this moment, the entire battle circle was full of laughter and roars from all directions. A famous soldier from the wilderness was like a rainbow, and his killing intent was boiling, like cutting melons and vegetables.

Although one-third of the spirit-swallowing tribe army was wiped out by Ye Wuques thought, the remaining spirit-swallowing tribes actually dominated in number, but now they are retreating steadily in the killing of the gods and wild soldiers. There is nothing to fight back.

Only 30% of the power left, this move is really abnormal!

Far away, outside the circle of war.

Ye Wuque looked at the entire battlefield quietly, the godly desolate warrior had fully occupied the advantage, the fourteen strongest kings were half dead, and any godly desolate warrior could be ten, killing frantically, and was about to fall on one side.

It was only a matter of time before the devastation of the Spirit Devouring Race.