Hail the King

This person is invisible in the crowd, does not show up, but constantly changes the direction of the voice, swaying the emotions of everyone, the heart is really sinister.

However, in such a tight moment that the air is dry to the sparks of Chengdu, such a despicable means is very useful.

Many people have been stunned by the greed in their minds, adrenaline is secreted, and the whole person is in an extremely anxious state, like a dry wood with gasoline, just a little, and he is shaken by this brush. The figure flickered, and several people in the crowd couldn’t stand it and rushed out.

"Hand over the treasures on your body..."

"Haha, die!"

In the laughter, the road is full of energy, and several weaker old strongmen on the elemental altar have become the target of the public. The persimmons are soft and pinched. For a moment, almost all attacks are directed toward these people. Gathering and arrogant.

at this time--

"Humph!"

A scorn, like a heavy hammer, knocked on everyone's heart, everyone only felt heartbreaking and dry mouth.

Above the elemental altar, the blue silhouette flashes.

Yassin, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly shot without warning.

A few people who jumped up, couldn’t respond, and they were hit by invisible darkness. Even the screams didn’t come out. A series of bursts of sound were like the ignited firecrackers. Blood fog, broken limbs flying in the sky, scooping blood and rain all over the sky...

This embarrassing change made everyone around me horrified.

"Damn, he killed, he first shot, damn, so ruthless, everyone hesitated, together, made this murderous demon, grabbed the treasures of his body, and such a savage demon do not have to fight alone ......"

The sound that had been screaming in the dark had appeared again.

This is a very stunned guy. When he speaks, his voice constantly changes his orientation. From left to right, suddenly up and down, it is hard to trace his traces. He can't find him out of more than a hundred people.

however--

call out! ! !

Yasin the emperor flexed his finger and smashed the sky with a golden sword.

"what……"

A scream, the sound of screaming came to an abrupt end.

Among the crowd, I saw a lean man with a triangular eye of about thirty years old licking his throat, groaning in his mouth, and unwillingly fell to the ground.

The characters of Yassin the Great have long discerned the swearing people and killed them.

Such a powerful, fierce and flamboyant, many powerful people under the elemental altar, were shocked, face to face, and dare not make another time. Yassin’s eyes were like lightning. Everyone only felt the eyes hurt like a knife. In the same way, no one dared to look at him with his eyes, and they all bowed their heads.

"This is the territory of the Zenit Empire, deliberately inciting the living and killing!"

The cold and cold words, the overbearing words, the silence in the entire small square, no one dares to refute.

Although no one at this time recognizes the sacred blue-haired middle-aged man who is in front of this great show, but Yasin’s strong attitude is enough for the elements under the elemental altar to prepare for the battle of the fish. Just like being in an ice cave, you can only suppress the heat and greed in your heart and act on your own.

"go!"

After shaking everyone, Yasin the Great did not intend to stay, straight with the guard behind him, stepping down the elemental altar and walking towards the periphery.

In the past, many strong people under the elemental altar have avoided the snakes, and they have opened a road.

Yasin the Great is not slow, walks in a leisurely manner, and leaves step by step.

When his figure is about to disappear at the corner of the street at the far side of the square, it seems to be thinking of something, turning his head and turning his eyes, and his eyes are fixed on the elemental altar with the hello`ketty mask on the undead sorcerer. The war was over, and suddenly he asked, "Is it you, kill Domenech?"

The core small world has been completely closed. At this time, people who have not appeared in the elemental altar are naturally fallen inside.

Domenech has not appeared yet, and it is obviously dead.

Those who have entered the core small world can have the strength to kill the strong character of Domenech. In the view of Yassin, there is only one black-faced masked man with unpredictable origins. On this person, Yassin felt the breath of the great-day sage.

Hasselbaink nodded.

"Well, today is inconvenient, this emperor, I am looking forward to fighting you in the future." Yasin the Great nodded.

He didn't think that halfway to kill a bite, killing Domenech, but it destroyed some of his planned things, Yasin is a man, how arrogant, and how hegemony, although Hassel Baink’s killing of Domenech may be unintentional, but in his view, it is offensive to his own majesty, and naturally it will not be so.

Between the two, in this moment of casual care, it has been decided that there must be a battle.

However, the strength of the Undead Magister reveals his faintness. Even if he is known as 'Ya Xin’s life, he is not lost to others', there is no sure victory at this time, and there are still many things to be done. This battle, Naturally, it is necessary to temporarily delay it.

"I, I am looking forward to it." The Undead Magister has a dull tone and no fear in the tone.

Yasin the Great snorted and suddenly asked: "What about Alexander?" In his opinion, with the strength and fortune of the Shampoo King, it is impossible to fall into the small world, but at this time, there is no figure, after all, The rising star of the Zenit Empire, Yassin the Great can not help but ask.

"I have already left." The Undead Magister has a dull tone.

"Oh, interesting." Yassin the emperor took a brief glance, and suddenly his mouth raised a curve. He seemed to think of something, no longer talked, turned around with the guards around him, and left without hesitation.

Everyone has been watching this god-killing figure disappear into the distance, until they can't completely feel the horrible sharp gold spirit of the sharp weapon. This is a breath, and the heart is full of heart and soul. Feeling, gradually disappearing.

The next moment, the atmosphere at the scene re-emerged.

Without the suppression of Yassin the Great, the greed and madness in the hearts of many powerful people under the elemental altar, gradually re-raised, although the sorrowful words were left before Yassin’s departure, but since the people have left, it is impossible to say in one sentence. To suppress this group of desperados, the treasures hidden in the lucky ones above the altar are more attractive.

Oh la la!

The Ajax emperor raised his hand, and the fist-sized [Sand of the Fury] floated on the head of a group of five people, hangs an orange sigh of anger, and shrouded him and Ferenton. Don't talk, go straight down the elemental altar.

"Asian Soldiers?!"

Some people in the crowd exclaimed, through the terrible pressure and power fluctuations unique to the Asian Soldiers, they recognized the horrible sand of the numerous facets of this fist, and suddenly let off like a snake.

A full moon-level powerhouse motivates the Asian gods, enough to sweep any opponent below the level of the great-day sage. The quantitative advantage does not make up for the absolute power, and more than 100 people are added. Not enough for the Ajax royals to kill, no one dares to go to die.

Soon, Ferhengtong and his party left safely.

Huh!

The glamorous glamorous glamorous glamour of the Saint-Germain emperor Gilano, who has no intention of staying, waved the [Black Crystal Staff] in his hand, and a group of black scorpions shrouded himself and four stunning acolytes, like a cloud. The same, more than 20 meters off the ground, drifting towards the periphery of the square...

"Another Asian soldier?"

Many of the strong men under the elemental altar swallowed their mouths, and their throats dried up, but they did not dare to step forward, watching five people leave.

At this time, above the elemental altar, there were only seven old people who had entered the core small world and the eight undead sorcerers because of Sun Fei’s photo.

Before the words of Yassin the Great, let the many powerful under the elemental altar, directly delineate the undead magician as a character that can't be provoked, a character who can fight with the strongman of Yassin. What is it that they can provoke?

Therefore, the seven strengths are not outstanding, and there are no old strongmen who have been guarded by the Asian gods. They suddenly became the big fat sheep in the eyes of everyone.

"You seven, all of the herbs and treasures of the body are called out, I promise, you can let you live and leave." Among the crowd, a strong man who is about half-monthly, stands up and does not hide his greed. The gaze of the big thorns pointed at the seven people.

"Several old things, what are you honing? Don't hurry to leave something behind you, want to die?" Another strong man stood up and threatened.

More and more strong people stood up and threatened, and everyone gradually came to the elemental altar and set foot on the elemental altar, all without a goodwill.

They chose to be surrounded here at this time. No one is a kind-hearted person. They all have the mind of killing people. If they were strong before Yassin and others, I am afraid that it has already become a sea of ​​blood. Watching the other ten people leave, the greed and killing in their hearts are almost unstoppable.

"You..." The old people looked like a pig's liver, and the beard with white flowers was shaking, but there was no way.

The air is killing, and although they have made great breakthroughs in the small world, they are simply unable to fight against such a large number of strong people.

Some old people are pleading and willing to sacrifice some of the millennium herbs and treasures, but hope to leave a little bit of their own life.

"No, all come out, dare to hide any herb, it will take your life!"

"What are the old guys, kill them, all the treasures are ours..."

"Okay, kill them!"

A murderous force began to erupt, and some people were ready to shoot.

Sun Fei, hidden on one side, shook his head and sighed softly. These old people were soft before him and brought into the core small world. They did not think of it, but they did not kill Boren. Buren is going to die because of this. This scene is not what Sun Fei wants to see.

"Well, good things are done in the end, send the Buddha to the West, and help them once again today."

The mind was moved, and the throne of the world was swaying through a silver-white cymbal, carrying Sun Fei, appearing on the altar of elements, blocking between the seven old men and many greedy thugs who had been completely red-eyed.

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The third is more.

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