The first priority target of the God of Destiny was Han Dong, pretending to be unaware of it and deliberately entering the game. These are things that the human race did not expect but are reasonable.

However.

Han Dong's combat power and the bright sword light were completely beyond everyone's estimates, breaking his imagination, which was extremely outrageous.

"Third, it's the 20th."

Qiweis's crown and branches were trembling. Suddenly, he remembered that it had first met Han Dong. If Han Dong had a knife, he would have died long ago. It would be meaningless for the hard type of original talent to Qiweis. How could the dreamy beauty of that knife be withstand the realm of the universe?

certainly.

It also understood very well that its life might not be worthy of this sword. Only when the Gods Kings show their bodies is the time when Han Dong takes the sword.

Side.

Everyone stared blankly, and somehow they wanted to stop: "It seems that he could easily slaughter without us. To Han Dong, the God of Destiny was like a native chicken and a tile dog, as if vulnerable, and so fragile that it was unbelievable."

Having said that, how dare everyone be negligent? Kill all the gods as soon as possible, the faster the better, and there will be changes later.

In case of any unexpected situation, such as the assistance of the alien king to rescue, or the sudden suspension of the Morning Light List: "The Morning Light List has never been suspended in the middle of the journey. But the fall of so many destiny gods is unprecedented and unreferenced."

"Xing Zhouxiao should not be able to find out the battle situation in the original space."

"Don't worry about so much, help Han Dong, don't be distracted."

While transmitting the message, twelve people helped Han Dong intercept the gods of fate.

Although these human kings are not as powerful as Han Dong, they are also quite powerful. If we work together, it will not be a big problem to destroy the thirteen light kings. However, there are only eleven light kings left in the original space today.

The Asheng Palace of the Ashi tribe and Qi Duolo of the Qi tribe were all shot dead by Han Dong.

"The God King has fallen again."

Daerwu's vicissitudes of face became stiff because he was too surprised and too excited.

"The twenty-fourth one, the number of fallen is almost half."

Everyone, including everyone, was also numb. They watched Han Dong break into the middle of the Gods, ignited the brilliant sword light, slashing the golden red galaxy river, as if they were harvesting one by one, killing all directions, and chasing the God of Destiny.

Looking from afar.

The gods and kings have no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth!

"Ha ha!"

"Those who have resisted fate deserve it. No wonder our clan regards you as the greatest enemy of survival. As long as you are born, no matter what the price you pay, you will definitely kill it, even if you go through the entire universe." Finally, the God King was desperate, splitting his pupils and exuding his power.

The power of the divine is infinite, and the divine light shines all over the sky. Every ancient king is a rare creature. Even if he wants to self-destruct against the enemy, he cannot do it. Without leakage and without defects, how to self-destruct is like explosives losing the lead.

But it is the exception.

The extremely strong fluctuations attracted Han Dong's attention.

"Self-explosion?"

Han Dong raised his eyebrows: "Can the Eternal King explode himself?"

His eyes were solemn, and he could not see through what type of original talent of this God King was. He took two or three steps back in the midst of his thoughts, and was cautious to avoid unnecessary damage.

The next moment.

The god king let out a fierce roar, fell into a hysterical emotional frenzy, his mind was confused, and he rushed towards Han Dong like crazy, and a wisp of colorless blood flowed out of his noble and graceful pupils.

"Han Dong!"

"My clan will not let you go, you just wait to face Xing Zhouxiao's anger!"

It becomes incoherent.

"snort."

Han Dong frowned, stood in front of him, standing still, as he stood like a mountain, the tip of the knife was like a pen, and a gray-white line was drawn in front of him, which looked like a barrier to heaven and earth, and seemed to be a barrier to time and space, to welcome its self-destruction.

Boom!!

With a light sound, the body of the divine body collapsed, and the vague gray and white river lies in front of Han Dong.

The Killing Knife intercepted, and the Fate River intercepted. The two superimposed, and they had a strange elastic force, pushing all the aftermath of self-destruction back.

Rumble!!

The colorless and invisible wave, with ups and downs, and strong energy, hit the bodies of the Shenluo of many gods in the blink of an eye. It was backfiring and interfering with the same clan.

"Oops!"

The Gods King watched in fear as Han Dong pulled out the Killing Sword, stepped on the barrier, broke through the sky, and ran rampant Wuji, his figure changed countless ways, and I don’t know which one to kill.

They are aware of the crisis.

But I can't move.

To be precise, it should be impossible to dodge. The limitations of the long river of fate and the clamping of the human tribe have already left them imprisoned. Now there is a shock wave of the same tribe self-destruction, which can be said to be even worse, and the danger is even worse: "I seem to remember that knife, that strange thing in the universe."

"The impression is blurry..."

"That's a very distant memory..." A god king suddenly roared: "Recruiting the Sword! The exclusive wonder of the Taoist Law of Destiny! The highest level of adaptive weapons!"

As soon as this statement comes out.

The God King was terrified.

The human race, the underworld race and the third-rate creature Wes didn't feel anything: "What is the Knife?"

"The one who resists fate, the human king, plus a sword of desperation!" The gods were completely desperate, while Han Dong was still cold and furious, and he punched indifferently and slashed out with the sword. The battle situation was a foregone conclusion.

As the number of God Kings continues to decrease sharply, it is like trapped beasts fighting, and struggle is useless.

...

After a moment.

Twenty-seven...twenty-nine...thirty-third god kings were killed.

...

The overall strength becomes weaker and the frequency of death is getting faster and faster!

When the long river of fate faded, when Han Dong stood with his sword, the world was clear and silent, the blood of Shenluo drifted, the body of Shenluo was broken and powdered, and only seven gods of fate remained stubbornly resisting.

Forty-nine...

Turns into seven...

A sharp drop, a large number of casualties, an unprecedented battle situation!!

"Huh, Huh." Han Dong adjusted his physical and mental state and soul thoughts. The oppression of the long river of fate made him feel a little weak: "Fortunately, fortunately, even if I no longer take action, the human tribe and the underworld can kill all the remaining seven god kings."

at the same time.

The Knife trembled slightly, the blade body was dim, and it made a weak voice: "Master, I am tired and may sleep for a while."

"Now?"

Han Dong carefully observed the surrounding situation, was a little worried, and asked: "How long can you last without damaging the foundation?"

The sword of Qiming shook the blade: "You can hold on for a while, I mean after the morning light list ends... at least in the original space, I will not sleep... Throughout history, over the long years, if the sword master I have followed is sorted according to the number of killing the God of Destiny, Master Han Dong will definitely be in the top three."

This battle set the world down, shocked all directions, and created a bad reputation. It was the third place in ancient and modern times. Even if Qimingdao was knowledgeable, he expressed his sincere admiration for this.

"Excuse me."

Qiming Dao muttered a few words silently, but he actually had some expectations and longing.

"If the master is the Heavenly Lord." It seemed to have seen the praises of the Taoist principles of fate and the collapse of the Xing Zhouxiao, but the rapid movements in the distance were inexplicably intense and interrupted the dream of Kaixinjian.

"who?"

Han Dong also looked over.

And then.

His eyes lit up, and almost shining. He clearly saw a beam of light spirits jumping and flashing illusory lights. It was the kings of the Light Clan: "One, two, three...a total of eleven."

"very good."

"I didn't expect that before leaving, another gift came to my door." Han Dong sighed lightly, killed all the God King without returning to the sheath, and slaughtered King Guang again!
Chapter completed!