Hua Lingteng held a sword in his hand, vertically and horizontally in front of him, and a fierce murderous intent appeared on his cold and arrogant face.

"I am the Martial Dao Holy Court, the commander of the eight thousand Silver Saints, whoever dares to touch my father will definitely want him to hate here!"

"Who is it?"

The sound of angry roar, shaking the sky, fell with Hua Lingteng's words.

On the earth, the figures of eight thousand silver saints rolled, turning into silver waves and rolling.

Kill!

Lore!

The overwhelming momentum, the blood was permeated, and the wind within a radius of one kilometer had stopped.

That deterrent force is earth-shattering, and the ghosts and gods will tremble.

"Brother, save my father, kill Ye Xiu's dog thief, please!"

In the distance, Hua Zimo turned back, crying and pleading.

"Don't worry, with me, whoever dares to take a step forward will be killed!"

Hua Lingteng half-hung his head, staring at Ye Xiu with a cold gaze, that sentence was also a warning to him.

At the moment when his voice fell.

Ye Xiu took a step in the air as if nothing happened, and even he felt that it was not enough, so he took two steps in succession, and came straight to Hua Lingteng.

The moment he raised his big hand, Hua Lingteng's sword had already been handed out, staying an inch away from Ye Xiu's throat.

As long as he pricked it lightly, he could see blood sealing his throat.

"You dare!"

The sword stopped, and it didn't move the slightest.

But Ye Xiu's hand covered Hua Lingteng's cheeks, rising and falling, as if he was gathering momentum.

"Traitor, don't retreat!"

Hua Lingteng's teeth were about to be crushed, the blood in his body was boiling and rolling, and the furious anger filled his chest.

That killing force locked Ye Xiu's whole body, but whenever he dared to make any big floating moves, he would burst into thunder and kill with one blow.

At the same time, up and down the walls of the Third Ring Road, there was a huge flow of people.

"Bully me Sanhuan, is there no one?"

"Whoever wants to kill the Earl, pass this level first!"

"Dog thing, who gave you the courage, don't get off yet!"

"The army of Silver Saints is here to escort you!"

Tens of thousands of people in the Third Ring Road are angrily denounced and denounced, and the momentum is huge and shocking the sky.

Lei Gang and Huangfu Duanmu, who were in a fierce battle, stopped their movements after a blow to each other.

At the same time, there was also an ocean-like silver ocean legion, attacking from a distance, when it slowly rose into the air.

It's like a silver tsunami sweeping the sky!

The momentum that is enough to destroy the world is beyond the hearts of people, and the sight cannot be contained.

Boom Boom!

The space was crushed, reorganized and fused, and finally collapsed.

The rift in time and space was shattered by that earth-shattering momentum, and the earth was cracking and wailing.

More terrifying than a dozen volcanic eruptions.

With such a formation, the situation formed was that Ye Xiu wanted to kill Hua Zicheng again and it had become an extravagant hope.

300,000 silver saints, that's enough to destroy a kingdom.

If you attack the city, you can completely defeat Hua Xia in a few days.

This is the mainstay of the fight against the Northern Wilderness Holy City.

Just after returning from the expedition, he passed by the Third Ring Road, and was dispatched after receiving information about the Earl's assassination.

It also proves the importance of Huazi City to the Heavenly Ministry.

"Don't get out yet!"

What Hua Lingteng sees is that the general trend is the trend, and even God is biased towards his father.

The Heavenly Ministries are trying their best to protect their father, how can a mere baron invade and commit crimes.

What's more, he is still a dragon nobleman.

"Smack!"

However, in the next second, Ye Xiu's big hand suddenly twitched into his face.

Hua Lingteng was stunned, his eyes were quickly bloodshot, and the cold arrogance on his face turned into blood rage.

The red handprints on the face are the ultimate humiliation.

He was the commander of the Silver Saints, who held great power and held the high office of the eight thousand saints, and he was slapped in public.

What an insult!

Not to mention a baron, he doesn't belong to the Heavenly Ministry, even if he is a viscount, he doesn't dare to be so arrogant in front of him.

"You're living to the end, if you didn't die, you could have left today, but now, you don't have a chance!"

Hua Lingteng came back to his senses, and he always felt unreal.

He couldn't figure out if the other party was crazy, because he was blinded by hatred, but he couldn't vent, which led to delirium, so he slapped him.

But for whatever reason, slapping him, especially with the armor on his body, is tantamount to challenging the army of Heavenly Saints.

"Smack!"

When the sword in Hua Lingteng's hand was about to stab out, piercing Ye Xiu's chest, and making the other party pay for his arrogance.

On the left cheek, there was a hot stinging pain again!

Shocking!

A powerful scene.

Even Lei Gang and Ye Xuan, all Ye Xiu's actions, shook their hearts and swayed.

Right now, Ye Xiu wanted to kill Hua Zicheng again, and there was obviously no hope.

The reason why the tide of battle was turned around was because his son was the commander of the Silver Saints.

However, Ye Xiu slapped the other party twice.

Is it catharsis, or do you know that revenge is hopeless, and you are bent on death!

Even Lei Gang had this kind of thought, let alone others?

Three hundred thousand silver saints, rolling and surging, did not come close.

They can come, it already represents the attitude, even if they kill people, they don't need to go out all, they can kill him with their condensed momentum alone.

"Die, dog offal!"

Hua Lingteng, whose face was crooked by a slap, rolled his throat, and his blood was raging.

The Xuantie sword in his hand shook hundreds of times, and the edges were superimposed, turning into a terrifying sword and sweeping away.

Bursting out at close range is the strength of the saints, when the two armies meet, and hundreds of thousands of people collide with each other, the first wave is explosive.

With this blow, ignoring the opponent's reflexes, you can kill the opponent three times and have a surplus.

It's just that Ye Xiu suddenly took a step, and his body immediately fell down ten centimeters.

caused the sword to stab on his raised right hand, making a golden resonance sound, the next second!

The Darkiron Sword shattered.

Hua Lingteng was shocked on the spot, and his eyes were about to fly out.

It was a Xuantie Sword, whose purity had reached the level of a natal treasure, and it was actually shattered by a single punch.

Only he himself can understand the power, the horror, in the opponent's fist, is he in control of the sun and the moon?

"Hua Zicheng, take your dog's life first, take care of it!"

Ye Xiu tried his best, gritted his teeth, and swung his right hand, and the power of 100,000 tons poured out.

Boom Boom!

It's like the grinding disc rolling space, bursting one after another, and void cracks emerge one after another.

That punch was terrifying!

Even the slightest trace of momentum that overflowed turned into substance and fell to the ground.

Thundered!

The ground collapsed into a deep pit that could not be seen.

"Not good!"

The speed of the fist movement is very slow, but it has the momentum of destruction.

100,000 tons of power, how terrible!

Just the sensational momentum and the ripples set off made Hua Zicheng's flesh and blood bear the sting.

"No!"

A terrifying punch, shaped like a meteor, is not at all something that human beings can resist.

The fist was not close yet, it was slowly deployed, and Ye Xiu became more and more struggling!

When the big hand waved, the hurricane that had just been born dissipated in an instant.

The power of silence swept through everything.

Within a radius of a thousand meters, they were all shrouded in majestic gravitational pressure, and Hua Zicheng's father and son even stared at the force of tens of thousands of tons to breathe, which was extremely laborious.