Gao Wu Arrives

Zhao Xiyi only asked for that ray of life, because he knew very well that if we continue, the three of them will die, and it is absolutely impossible to survive.

Fucheng, Anlong, and Jiang Ji have vast magical powers, not far from the Holy Land, and Lin Feng is waiting for an opportunity to move, and the situation is extremely passive.

The remaining two people suffered immediately, Lin Feng violently beaten them, Fu Cheng also surrounded them, and the four of them shot together and shot them flying in an instant. If they hadn't had the sacred vessel to protect them, they would have to be hit hard.

The two people were in a bad mood, and they scolded Zhao Xiyi's ancestors for the eighteenth generation.

But no matter how much scolding is useless, it can't change the status quo. The two looked at each other, gritted their teeth and said: "Break through!"

The two people separated directly, each carrying a sacred instrument, and swept away like a Changhong, desperately flying towards the distance.

"Kill!" Lin Feng carried the dragon corpse and chased one of them. Although his cultivation is weak with the opponent, his speed is not at all satisfied.

when!

Youyou Tieyin, wearing gold and cracking stones, the purple dragon corpse was like a **** of gold, beating on that person, blocked by him with a silver fan, sparks splashing everywhere.

It was an impeccable sacred artifact, made of heavenly silver and **** gold, like a silver sun, shining brightly and full of sacredness.

The man flew out and quickly shuttled in the cyan sea of ​​fog, not in love with war, and wanted to escape.

The golden light flashed, and the old man Fu Cheng appeared in front of him, covering the sky with his five-colored palms, covering the sky and the sun, like the kingdom of God in the palm, which was unimaginably magnificent.

"Kill!" The man screamed and shook the silver fan, and the endless silver wind swept away, the scene was shocked to the extreme.

Qiang Qiang...

The big five-colored hands vibrated violently, and the sonorous golden Ge sound continued. It weakened a bit, but it still fell down. It slapped him on the body, smashed him horizontally, and shattered his iron armor.

At the same time, the two old men, An Long and Jiang Co, also surrounded them. They are not greedy and want to destroy these people one by one.

In an instant, this person's situation was extremely dangerous, and he could almost be regarded as sentenced to death.

But he was not reconciled, as if a trapped beast was still fighting, he was completely desperate, and all kinds of killing methods were used, regardless of the consumption, the result was terrible.

The sea of ​​fog in the entire Shending World was shaking, and the whole world was turned upside down. Waves of silver qi blasted from the silver fan, attacking indiscriminately, some hit the bronze wall of the **** cauldron, clanging constantly, piercing the gold and cracking stone, almost shattering people's eardrums.

However, he has been completely surrounded, no matter how hard he struggles, it is useless, only to extend his own death period.

Fu Cheng, Lin Feng and others were very calm and steady. They didn't blindly compete with him, like a pack of wolves hunting, sometimes rushing and killing them with extreme sturdiness. His hair was upside down in shock, and his silver fan was madly spurred.

Step back from time to time, let him make a false alarm.

The crowd controlled the rhythm of the battle, tightening his spirit, and dared not relax for a moment, so as to consume his energy a little bit.

Finally, after nearly half an hour has passed, this person's offensive has obviously begun to be decadent. The consumption of sacred artifacts is not generally large. Even if you keep taking pills, you are still infinite, but you can't stand the constant urges.

"Puff!" The old man Fucheng was ruthless and ruthless. At the moment when he showed signs of decline, he teleported to his side, palm like a knife, and slashed on his neck viciously.

In an instant, the iron armor was broken and blood spattered.

The man was injured all at once, and it was not mild, the wound was deeply visible, and his head was almost cut off from his neck.

"Ah..." This person screamed, his eyes were fierce and frightened, he suddenly turned around and smashed the silver fan in his hand.

However, the old man Fu Cheng was so fast, he teleported directly in the divine cauldron, causing all his attacks to fall into the empty space.