494: C494 I have never been afraid of anyone in the past when it comes to posturing!

C494 I have never been afraid of anyone in the past when it comes to posturing!

"Roar!"

"Arrogant!" Do you really think you can kill me with just these dregs? "

"Humph, don't even mention killing me, even if you can injure me, you can still be considered strong!"

A hundred Fallen Angel s rushed forward, the scene was extremely shocking.

Lu Zixuan followed closely behind.

However ?

Everything that had happened fell into the eyes of the Gold Beamon, but it seemed to be overestimating itself.

He didn't even put her in his eyes.

Boom!

"Rumble!"

All he saw was ?

At the same time his voice fell, the Gold Beamon's palm turned into a fist, and like two mountains, it fiercely smashed towards Lu Zixuan and the others.

The air exploded, and countless terrifying energy shot out from those two fists.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Under the terrifying power, the Fallen Angel that was charging forward looked like they were snow that had encountered hot water. They quickly melted and exploded one by one in midair.

"Tsk tsk!"

"Did you see that? This is power! "

"What are you in front of me?"

"It's just a tiny sixth stage Martial Saint, do you really think you can go against the heavens?"

"Your so-called trump card is nothing in my eyes. No matter how many helpers you have, I can still destroy them with a single punch!"

"Eighth Rank Martial God, you can only look up to him!"

A whole hundred Fallen Angel s had been annihilated without a trace in an instant.

made the Gold Beamon act arrogantly.

He looked at Lu Zixuan who continued to rush forward, his eyes full of contempt, deliberately ridiculing him.

"F * ck, putting on an act, right?"

"I've never been afraid of anyone in this competition of posturing!"

"Destroyed with a single punch, right? "Then you better watch out for your father. Do you want to destroy your father, or do you want your father to destroy you?!"

Lu Zixuan opened his mouth as he roared excitedly.

F * ck, you dare to act cool in front of your father?

Don't you know that your father's life is open?

When it comes to posturing, who do I have to be afraid of?

"Eight Wings Deathgod!"

"Bring it on!"

Lu Zixuan continued to rush forward, he did not slow down, but instead sped up, a berserk look flashed in his eyes.

At this moment.

He let out a loud roar and activated the Eight Wings Deathgod.

Boom!

"Rumble!"

His aura suddenly soared as eight wings burst out from his back. His hair turned a strange purplish black, and he wildly danced behind his head.

In an instant, his entire aura became abnormally gloomy, cruel, and bloodthirsty.

Eighth Rank Martial God!

At this moment.

After using the Eight Wings Deathgod s, Lu Zixuan directly reached Eighth Rank Martial God, his aura overbearing to the point of being a complete mess.

Moreover.

The Eight Wings Bloodthirsty Berserk Dragon Armor had also been worn on his body, allowing him to pull himself to the limits of what he was capable of.

"Scum!"

"Are you still pretending?" If you want to mess with laozi, then why the f * ck are you here! "

"Purgatory Blood Fiend Blade, attack!"

The Purgatory Devilish Sabre moved, and a sharp blade light that was one thousand meters long, shot out with Divine Lotus Magic Flame that was both black and white.

"Ah!"

The next moment.

Under the violent blade light, the laughing Gold Beamon was directly chopped and sent flying. On his chest, a hideous wound appeared.

Blood was gushing wildly ?

"Death? Or was it the Fallen Angel? No, that's not right, this is a Eight Wings Deathgod! "

"How is this possible? How did he suddenly become a Eight Wings Deathgod, and even become a Eighth Rank Martial God? "

Stunned!

Looking at Lu Zixuan who was standing in mid air and pulling the wind to its limits, the Gold Beamon was completely dumbfounded.

Sixth stage of the Martial Saint.

He suddenly became a Eighth Rank Martial God!

He even f * cking brought a transformation!

F * ck, do you have to be so darned?!

"Awesome!"

"Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!"

The Ghost Gods and the others were dumbfounded by what they saw.

However ?

Different from the Gold Beamon, they were all excited.

When Eighth Rank Martial God fights against Eighth Rank Martial God, he can definitely trample on that Gold Beamon.

Who could Lu Zixuan be afraid of when fighting someone of the same level?

"Do something to him! Master, kill him!"

"F * ck, this guy is way too arrogant! I want to step on him and kill him!"

Thunder Demon roared, extremely excited.

Eighth Rank Martial God, if I kill them, how much improvement will they get?

"Roar!"

"Master, I love you. Go and mess with him!"

"Crap the chrysanthemum for him!"

Mo Yu's body was trembling. As if he had eaten a tonic, his face flushed red as he shouted at Lu Zixuan.

"Bastard, why are you f * cking continuing to act cool?"

"Stop pretending in front of me, I won't kill you!"

Over here.

The corner of Lu Zixuan's mouth twitched. If the Strength Card didn't only had a minute, he would have immediately turned around and beat Mo Yu to a pulp.

He provoked the Gold Beamon and said arrogantly and arrogantly to the limit.

"Roar!"

"You dog who doesn't know the height of the heavens and the thickness of the earth! You think that you can defeat me just because your strength is the same as mine?"

"This power does not belong to you. How long can you last in this state?"

"The one who will die, will be you!"

"This kind of attack isn't enough!"

The Gold Beamon roared sinisterly.

Boom!

A pair of fists came smashing down once again. The energy that twined around them was even more astonishing, causing the huge rocks around them to shatter.

"Idiot!"

"How long?"

"No matter how long it takes, I will still kill you!"

"Since you feel this way, then I will let you feel better!"

Lu Zixuan laughed.

He was laughing very arrogantly, laughing extremely arrogantly.

"!"

"Ten Thousand Shadows Clone!"

"Sword Controlling Arts!"

"Burning Heaven Blazing 81 Swords!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Return!"

"Blast it for laozi!"

Amidst his wild laughter, ten thousand clones appeared beside Lu Zixuan.

Moreover.

At the same time the clones appeared, the Sword Controlling Arts, the Ten Thousand Swords Return, and the Eighty-one Blazing Sky Swords were unleashed.

"This is ?"

"NO!" "Impossible!"

A violent attack appeared, it was a complete mess.

The ten thousand clones, in addition to his original body, all unleashed their most powerful attacks.

That scene was absolutely unimaginably shocking.

Looking at the densely-packed Sword Qi in the sky, even the body of the Gold Beamon that was charging forward was trembling as it let out a roar.

"You scum, go to hell!"

"Kill!"

Lu Zixuan sneered.

The attacks fell one after another.

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

Berserk!

This was too crazy!0

After the terrifying power descended, the entire valley was completely destroyed, only the pool of blood was left.

As for that Gold Beamon, it had been ruthlessly thrown to the ground and was now lying horizontally in a large pit.

"Gu Dong!"

At this moment.

The entire audience fell into silence.

Only the sounds of ghosts, gods and the others gulping down their saliva could be heard.

Ferocious!

Too fierce, too fierce for them to accept.

~ Eighth Rank Martial God, that Gold Beamon is a Eighth Rank Martial God, but it was actually tortured like this by Lu Zixuan with just one move?

What was domineering? This was it!

They could feel that their hearts could not take it and had the urge to explode.

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