At the moment when Liu Qiankun's body flew backwards, a brilliant rainbow shot out from the hilt of the sword in his palm, and the pure killing energy shot towards Ottoma's chest like electricity, and there was only a cracking sound.
The long staff in his hand was broken into two pieces, and Ottoma felt a cramp in his chest. He subconsciously looked down and saw that there was already a big bloody hole in his chest. The incision was extremely smooth. This body
Has been seriously injured.
"Hmph!" Ottomar snorted coldly, turned his hand and took out an object and stuffed it into his chest. He moved and flew straight to the north. If he doesn't leave now, he will wait for a while. He should repair his body as soon as possible now.
Without delay.
Liu Qiankun flew hundreds of feet away before turning over. He saw the Ottoma turning into light and walking away without pursuing him. When he raised his right palm, he heard bursts of sharp whistles piercing the air, and densely packed blazing swords flying like flying blades.
Like locusts, it shot behind Otto Ma. Each sword was transformed by the purest killing energy. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of flying swords were shot out, like a huge blazing palm flying towards Otto.
The horse will pass behind him.
The speed of Ottoma, who was flying, had slowed down a lot, and he was horrified when he heard a large scream piercing the air behind him. He separated a ray of consciousness and swept behind him, only to see tens of thousands of flying swords forming a huge sheet.
A screen of swords was flying towards him, making his face turn pale with horror. At this moment of stunned silence, ten thousand long swords penetrated his body with a screeching sound, and rushed straight into the distance. Ottoma's originally severely injured body
The tent fell apart with a sound, and had been cut into countless irregular pieces of flesh by thousands of sharp swords. Even the soul in his brain was chopped into pieces, and even escape became a luxury.
A god-king-level strongman finally died in the sword curtain, and his blood spilled into the sky.
Liu Qiankun shook his head and looked at the direction where the sword curtain was going away, and then looked down at the hilt of the sword in his hand. If Ottoma hadn't accidentally inspired him with the Ten Thousand Soul Seizing Needle just now, he wouldn't have ended up with Ten Thousand Swords.
The end result of being pierced through the chest. At this point, Liu Qiankun has also mastered the real power of this sword. As long as the power of law is poured into the crystal, the sword edge condensed with a thought will burst out at an extremely fast speed.
Moreover, the speed of re-condensing the sword blade is also astonishingly fast, and the instantaneous use of ten thousand swords can only take place in the blink of an eye.
The real use of this sword is not to confront people head-on, but to be a wonderful tool for surprising and winning. No one would have expected that a long sword can instantly strike thousands of swords, or one hundred thousand swords. As long as your power of law is strong enough, I'm afraid.
The instant million sword can only be fired in an instant, and its power can be described as terrifying. The reason why Ancient God Xuan Bing did not bring it with him was simply because he was too confident.
Just after Liu Qiankun killed Otoma, the Golden Crow Emperor on the ice also stopped playing. The more than a hundred Ella Afghan gods were beaten to pieces one by one, and they could only lie in a heap.
There was a groan on the ice, and even those who managed to get up were slapped down by the Golden Crow Emperor's claws.
Whoosh!
A long red rope slowly fell from the sky, like a giant python winding down, and in an instant it tied the gods together. If Liu Qiankun had just thrown the rope during the fierce battle with Ottoma,
If you ask for it, I'm afraid that the other party won't even have time to fight back. When you understand the magical function of the weird sword hilt, a god-king level strongman will die under the sword's edge.
"Master Laden, come out and see me." Liu Qiankun stood in the air and shouted in front of the ice palace. Before he finished speaking, old Laden walked out as fast as he could, his wrinkled old face filled with joy.
Smile. He woke up not long after swallowing the magic pill. He had already clearly detected the battle on the ice field with his spiritual consciousness. This Arctic God King with superb cultivation gave him hope.
"Raden thanked the God King for his life." Laden leaned over and bowed, and then said: "Raden is willing to serve the God King of the North Pole forever, and he will never have any second thoughts about being a slave or a servant."
This old god was completely overwhelmed by Liu Qiankun's strength, and he actually had the idea of following him. Instead of staying alone in this cold and miserable terrain, he would be better off following a strong man as a slave. Moreover, with Laden's eyesight, he already knew that this
The God King of the North Pole must be a benevolent master.
Liu Qiankun smiled calmly and said: "What's the use of being a slave? Today I will take you back to the clan to resume your position as clan leader. What do you think?"
The reason why he changed his original intention has deep meaning. If he just lets those gods go back, there is no guarantee that more people will not come here to disturb his purity in the future. It is better to help Ladan regain his position as the patriarch, with his restraint.
You can kill fewer evildoers.
An elephant can step on tens of thousands of ants with its feet, but it is very troublesome for it to step on every one it sees. Liu Qiankun is not a religious man, but he has a ruler in his heart. As long as he does not exceed the limit, he will
It's okay to be in peace.
After hearing this, Bin Laden froze and lay on the ice for a long time without getting up. When he raised his head, there were already two clear ice marks on his cheeks. Even a drop of ice in this extremely cold place
Tears would freeze instantly, not to mention that Bin Laden sobbed softly for a while.
"Come with me!" Liu Qiankun sighed softly and floated down, landing directly in front of a group of gods tied in a row with divine ropes.
Liu Qiankun put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in front of the gods. His eyes swept across the faces of the gods. Suddenly he frowned and pointed at a god and asked: "What do you want?"
Live or want to die?”
The voice was very plain, but in the ears of the group of Ella Afghan gods, it was a bit colder than the biting cold wind. They couldn't help but shrink their necks. The god who was touched by his fingertips
He hesitated even more and didn't know how to answer.
"If you want to live, make Laden the leader of the clan." Then his voice suddenly dropped: "If you want to die, that will be your fate." Liu Qiankun drew weakly on the pile of broken flesh and blood on the ice field with one palm, and only heard a whooshing sound.
, the small half of Otoma's head was picked up from the ice by a strong suction force, and flew straight in front of the gods. It was suspended like this, with half a bulging eyeball seeming to tell the power of the Arctic God King.
, the minced meat covered with ice makes people shudder.
Finally, one of the gods dwarfed and knelt down on one knee, and the bodies of the series of gods also slanted. They all knelt down and shouted: "We are willing to welcome the return of the patriarch..." Although the voice was
It is impossible to be uniform, but the terror of the Arctic God King has been deeply imprinted in their minds.
Laden's shoulders trembled, and he stepped forward to help the group of gods, and turned back to look at Liu Qiankun with a pleading look.
"Hahaha! I have to go to the Aila Afghan tribe today. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors!" Liu Qiankun raised his head and laughed wildly, and with a flick of his hand, he held the bundle of divine ropes in his palm.
(Update sent. Also, I won’t say anything, just “do”.)