“Who else?”

The sword stands proudly, and the tip of the sword is still bleeding, pointing to the eternal true world camp.

Mosen's black and white demonic eyes are also dead and staring at the pseudo-slaves opposite, like a beast, staring at his prey!

Being stared at by such two supreme pseudo-sages, the pseudo-sages on the opposite side are cold in the heart.

“It’s too strong, it’s not a series!”

The false saints of the eternal truth speak to each other, and they dare not rush with them.

"Perhaps only those top false saints can fight with them, such as the golden immortals under the throne of the Buddha... but unfortunately, they did not move out in this battle!"

“They should be coming soon, right?”A pseudo-sacred voice, heard the sword and Mo Sheng's news, those top pseudo-sacred saints can't sit still, will come.

"But now that they have not yet arrived, who in the field can resist the gods of these two?"

“Hm!”People with strong sex are coldly hummed, "single fight is better than that, this seat will not believe it, we can't fight together, at least more than enough to protect ourselves!"

“That’s not...”

After a while, these pseudo-sages quickly agreed.

For a moment, from the other pseudo-sages who were besieged in the false world, four pseudo-holy people broke away from the war circle and joined forces and killed the sword and Mo Sheng: "Don't be crazy!"

“It’s good!”

See, the sword and Mo Sheng two, at the same time burst out a terrible killing!

...

After a moment.

The four false saints, falling!

And the sword and Mo Sheng are also paying a great price, all over the body is bleeding, flowing with God, the breath in the body is also extremely weak, but they are not destroyed.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Mo She looked at the distant void and turned his head to the distant place.

There, the five extremely powerful breath suddenly manifested, appeared in the field, the momentum of the body, much stronger than the ordinary pseudo-sacred, is definitely the top pseudo-sacred strong.

“It’s the ones that sit on the Buddha!”

Feeling that momentum, the pseudo-Saint-Lin in the field looked shocked, sweeping away the heavy weight that had just been suppressed by the sword.

And the sword and Mo Sheng's reaction at this moment, even as they withdrew: "Finally, a few have come to see enough..."

“Who fought with us?”

Even if the breath is weak, but at this moment, the sword's war intention has almost reached the peak of life!

“I will come!”

“Just me one!”

There, just appeared, the five most powerful, is a golden fairy and a bodhisattva out, respectively, to meet the sword and Mo Sheng!

Blow up!

Blow up!

The battle broke out almost in an instant!

That kind of fighting between the four can even be compared with the big dogfight on this side, which is much stronger than the usual pseudo-hosper!

The sword Mosheng was so seriously injured, but in the face of that extreme existence, it did not fall the wind at all, and was a mess.

The four are engaged in madness, the scope of the battle is growing, this battlefield can not accommodate the kind of battle between them, but gradually away from this place, and finally disappeared in everyone's view.

The four of them never came back.

...

Too false.

"The sword and Mosun are dead."Qin Jiu Song said, very calm, seems to be telling a thing that has nothing to do with himself.

He has no hate, only a cold heart!

"Nine songs..." The green concubine frowned slightly and looked at Qin Jiu Song worriedly.

"I'm all right."Qin Jiu Song waved, "They are dead, I will let everyone..."

He said, “They’re buried together!”

The two of them spoke, the void in front of them was slightly rippling, a domineering figure appeared out of thin air, and the eyes seemed to be a mountain and river crumbling!

It is the Qin Emperor!

“Then it’s my turn!”The Qin Emperor said in a deep voice, the war on his body rushed to heaven, "It's just a pity that I can't see my grandson..."

The pregnancy of the Qingfei, the Qin Emperor had previously known, was ecstatic.

But now, after the ecstasy, it was his turn to fight...

"Dad..." Qin Jiu Song said, "In fact, in this war, you don't have to shoot... As long as my plan is successful, maybe you can also transcend and enjoy eternity..."

“Hahaha!”

Hearing the words of Qin Jiu Song, Qin Emperor Yang Yangs smiled and rushed to heaven with great pride: "Nine songs, you must know that I Qin Emperor is not only your father, or now the Lord of Tai Fung Mountain, the strongest person besides you!"

"And where in the world has a son to fight, the old man should be a tortoise?"

“Nine songs, don’t stop me!”

The king said, he will decided!

Qin Jiu Song is silent.

“I went!”

Qin Emperor Zhang smiled wildly, and his body rushed into the military road and soon disappeared.

A moment later, it appeared on the battlefield of the eternal true world.

Booming!

The terrifying air machine swept, the momentum emanating from it, was hidden more powerful than the previous sword Mosheng!

He stood there, that strong momentum, even with the eternal true world in the field of the three supreme pseudo-supremacists united, can implicitly resist, although suppressed, but still have a domineering temperament in full.

This is the Qin Emperor, the father of Qin Nine Songs!

“The Emperor!”

He played, suddenly is the focus of everyone in the field, even the eternal true world of the strong, can not be an exception, the fierce battle in the field, is a fierce meal, because he temporarily stopped.

“I have seen the Emperor!”

The big part of the camp belongs to them, and they all salute.

After all, Qin Emperor is the father of Qin Jiu Song, in the too false world in the position of transcendent, like the existence of the emperor, and his own strength also has absolute persuasion!

The Qin Emperor ignored it, and the domineering eyes were suddenly the supreme pseudo-suphemist in the locked field, and calmly said, "I am the Qin Emperor!"

“The Emperor’s forefathers!”

The three supreme pseudo-scorps looked at each other and saluted each other slightly.

According to the generations, Qin Jiu Song and the Buddha's three true saints are their peers, and they are the first disciples of the Buddha, and the father of Qin Emperor Nai Qin Nine Songs is even more than the two generations older, although each of them has survived much more distant than the Qin Emperor.

“All three of you, come along.”

Qin Huang's eyes were bright, the force in the body was crazy, and it was actually directly let the three people on the opposite side at the same time, just this kind of atmosphere, it made the strong in the world look like a shock.

“The ancestors of the Qin emperor...” The golden fairy in the throne laughed bitterly and wanted to say something.

You know, although the Qin Emperor is strong, but they are almost the people who have reached the peak, even if they are not like the Qin Emperor, the gap is very weak, and if the three people join hands, Qin Emperor has no chance!

If others are so arrogant, then they do not mind as he wishes, and kill them anyway, but Qin Emperor is the father of Qin holy, and he really beheaded him, and the Qin Sheng will be completely mad!

Although the two sides are already at war, no one is willing to provoke the Qin Sheng to such a point if it is not necessary!

“The warriors will inevitably die!”The Qin Emperor said quietly, “Since I stand here, you don’t have to worry much!”

The three strong men looked at each other and nodded their heads:

“If that’s the case, it’s offended!”