Blow up!

After being punched by Shen Qiang and directly collapsed the so-called absolutely safe Tiananmen knot composed of hundreds of monks, the body of the archangel Dimus immediately bombarded the mountain next to the branch of the fiancee like a cannonball.

Rumble!

The earth's great earthquake.

The collapse of the boundary formed by the formation of the hundred troops, and the turbulence of the wind, like a huge storm, not only stunned all the monks present, but also made those godly giants face pale in an instant.

The nerd silent.

Whether it is on the spot or in the live broadcast.

Without words.

Without barrage.

Everyone, are looking pale, at this time standing proudly in the air, no wings, no knife, only the skirt and the light hair in front of the forehead Shen Qiang back.

He is not big enough.

They don’t even look like any ordinary monks.

At this point, I looked at the back of the strong.

Even the gods and goddesses subconsciously held their breath, and the ordinary monks stopped their heartbeats.

All of them.

All were just quiet to watch from the sky to land, and then in the wind swirling, calm to the last place where the archangel Dimus appeared, the hillside that had been bombed.

Not burly, if it is around Joe Tianyan, the back of the sprouts, at this time, every step, the heart of all the monks present tightened, and even unable to breathe.

There is no real dollar in the sky.

There is no strong breath.

But the strongness of this time brought a strong sense of oppression to all the monks present, so that they could not breathe at all.

Hush!

Pushing away the boulders pressed on the body.

The archangel, Dimoth, struggled to sit up.

Cough!

He coughed up blood.

Not only that, the original costume is beautiful, high in the air, not only looks incomparable, but also a little dying.

“Will the troll kill him?”

The appearance of the gods was even more pale, but at this time their eyes were not burned at all except for the horror.

At the same time, the expressionless face went to Shen Qiang in front of the archangel, condescendingly looking at the state of miserable, leaning on the boulder of the archangel DSM.

Silence.

Including all the monks present, as well as the monks in the live room, no one dared to speak out.

Time seems to freeze in this moment.

Even just a few seconds makes everyone seem to have spent centuries.

"You should stand up."

The sound of a strong voice, incomparably calm.

But all the monks' nerves were instantly strained, and they only dared to look at the back of Shen Qiang, and they did not even dare to breathe.

Just a pity.

At this time, the archangel DSM, did his best and raised only one finger.

See such a situation.

All the monks, the heart of the great earthquake.

At this time, the strong have no feeling at all.

"You should be proud that after your return from the moon, you are the only person who has so far shown me true strength."

He said calmly.

A wave of hand.

He raised the archangel Exception.

Look at his somewhat scattered eyes.

Shen Qiang is very calm.

After watching him for two seconds, Shen Qiang calmly picked up his arm and punched him in the chest.

"You cut me a knife in the arm, I gave you a chest and a sword, I punched you, and you punched me, so I announced that we were flat."

This caused all the monks to have a violent heart.

At the same time.

Look at the archangel diarrby with some grateful eyes.

Shen Qiang is unusually calm.

"It is your glory, and I hope you will learn to respect, bye, Temus."“

Just say, Shen Qiang let go.

The archangel, Dimoth, who had completely lost his support, fell on his back.

He looked down at his eyes.

Strongly raised eyebrows.

"If there's a next time, I'll punch you."

It was enough to say that Shen Qiang, who turned around calmly and left calmly, did not care about the monks who rushed over to save the archangel, and did not care about the monks who rushed over to save the archangel.

“The Master!”

The face is beautiful, tall and tall, occupying the rejuvenation of the goddess of war.

There is no interest in the strong who wears the trench coat on his body.

Just walking peacefully outside.

“The master.”

The night clouds also came.

At this time, the eyes of all the monks present were strong and calm and terrible.

“The master.”

The wolf of the ice field, with his big back, came over.

“The master.”

The first American warrior, Milo Vargaro, followed.

“The master.”

The strength is not lost at all to the water element class of the sea emperor Poseidon, and the look calmly follows behind Shen Qiang.

“The master.”

The most powerful assassins of the gods follow the king.

“The master.”

Like the muscle monster, Joe Tianhu and the great demon Geng Jingyi came out of the Tibetan Jingu.

“The master.”

Dozens of American monks and dozens of hectic deans, followed at the end.

The calmness of the face is only walking in their presence.

But at this time, not only the monks of the hundred-person junction of the fitar angels, but also looked pale, and the combat power of the hundreds of fissant angels gathered on the side of the fiant angel division was also pale, and did not even dare to move.

compared to them.

Even more shocking is the number of nearly 10,000 monks on the sidelines.

They come from all over the world.

Not only are there many of them as mediocre, but there are also many peaks, but now it is not just them.

The three presidents of the Divine Land.

The highest god in the world of tolerance, and Poseidon, another great man in the realm of the gods, looked at the calm Shen Qiang who walked in front of him.

Kyle's eyes were complicated.

Jamal rubped his face with both hands.

Fortunately, Anna's grandfather, gently hammered his mouth with his fist, and his eyes were extremely heavy.

And the sea emperor Poseidon mixed in the crowd, the eyes are extremely nervous to look clearly found him, but choose to calmly leave the strong, teeth hard in the bite of the lower lip of the dead skin.

The two sea demons around him were pale and did not dare to lift their heads.

In the corner, next to the old man with the fairy duct bone, the boy with a huge sword box on his back, his eyes were excited, and his hands held his fist.

But even so.

Around the branch of the Incandescent Angels, the number of people was not heard at this time that anyone dared to make any sound.

The wind, the grass, the strong footsteps.

The fear of eyes.

Apart from that, there was nothing in the whole place.

No discussion.

without doubt.

All the monks, even the sound of respite did not dare to be sent out, but quietly watched Shen Qiang take his own people and leave calmly.

Until the strong team, calmly left, completely out of sight.

Many of the monks who were present tightened their bodies to relax.

But strangely enough, the scene is still silent.