Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

The black-clothed man was a little proud of suppressing Fan Xinghe, but when he suddenly saw Fan Xinghe spit out a mouthful of blood, he thought he was going to burn his blood to increase his strength, but he didn't want him to say the word 'up', and suddenly a layer of blood appeared in front of him. Like a thick fog, people can't see clearly at once.

But he was still cautious, the seventh-level protective cover tightly wrapped his body, afraid of being attacked.

Suddenly he found that on the side of the scenery in front of him, he could see a mountain forest covered with thorns, and he was still in the air just now, and now he was restrained and pulled down quickly.

"What's going on!?" Panic appeared in the eyes of the man in black.

"Death!" The handsome face of Fan Xinghe outside turned pale due to the imaginary restraint, he gritted his teeth fiercely, twisted his big hand into the air, and said a cold word from his mouth .

"What!" The man in black suddenly exclaimed, because the body kept falling towards him, and all the thorns below shrank towards him, and the thousands of sharp thorns made his scalp numb.

"This is an illusion, and Fan Zhizun's illusion restriction is really powerful!" The man in black immediately thought of it, and his hands suddenly lit up, bombarding the ground wildly.

But no matter how violently he bombarded, those sharp thorns quickly gathered after being blasted, making the old face under his mask change color.

After Fan Tianluo killed one person, she looked around and saw that everyone had enemies. Except for the battle between the man in purple at the top, Xiao Qinglong and Zi Su, Mo Xingchen was the most intense, and everyone else was in the form of a monster. Even if they were defeated, the defenses were not breached, allowing those enemies to use all their means and cursing constantly.

At this moment, Mo Xingchen's black hair was fluttering, and the Xingluo stick in his hand was shining with black light. His opponent was actually a low-level supreme of the seventh level, and Mo Xingchen's own strength was only the peak of the fourth level, which was a difference of three levels. No wonder the battle was so intense.

"Stinky boy, I don't believe in evil anymore!" The gray-robed old guy on the opposite side collided with Mo Xingchen's Xingluo stick three times, and found that although Mo Xingchen's face was ugly, he was fine. The stick created a peeping heart. Although he wasn't sure if the stick was a magic weapon, but the attack power was far greater than that of a demigod weapon. Even the demigod weapon in his hand was broken by his stick. Why didn't he call him Terrified.

But after all, it is the difference between the three great realms. The suppression of strength makes Mo Xingchen's breathing a little unstable, and the rotation of the profound energy in his body is also a little stagnant. Although his face is bloodless, he has no fear. The black eyes stared calmly at the old man in gray robe opposite him.

Suddenly, a silver object appeared in the hands of the gray-robed old man, and Mo Xingchen narrowed his eyes. All of these guys were wearing sharp treasures, and each of them was at least a super-grade treasure. I really don’t know where these people are from. here.

"Xingchen!" At this moment, Fan Tianluo floated down beside Mo Xingchen with the Blood Moon Sword, and looked at the gray-robed man opposite him with gloomy eyes.

"Little Luo, you are really good, you got one so quickly!" Mo Xingchen immediately felt relieved, because his duel was indeed very difficult, and now the gray-robed old guy took out a treasure, which made him feel in danger.

"He is holding a high-grade treasure, be careful." Fan Tianluo stared at the gray-robed old man's hand.