Heavenly Emperor

1760. Chapter 1760 Purgatory Fireworks (third)

    Chapter 1760 Purgatory Fireworks (third)

    "Ahhhh…"

    "Don't kill me, I don't want to die."

    "Holy things, as long as I get the holy things, I can under the heaven invincible -"

    Jiang Yun is like a god of walking between lightning and blood rain. Wherever he goes, the enemy is completely degraded.

    The purgatory was very bloody, very frightening.

    At this moment, God Demon arena is still purgatory than Purgatory. Martial Artist is constantly turning into a bloody fog. Martial Artist is constantly being scrambled by Thunder Tribulation, and the body of Martial Artist is falling.

    The rushed to the distance, and the Martial Artists who were not covered by Thunder Tribulation were shocked.

    "That is Jiang Yun?"

    "It’s terrible. It’s killing God in killing God.”

    "Invincible!"

    People have cold hands and feet and cold sweat on their backs. They secretly glad that they got the news late and did not fall into Thunder Tribulation.

    If not, they are probably the same as those people.

    "Don't let the Martial Artists who have already robbed escape, or we will be robbed -" a young man indifferent, commanding the Martial Artists to mobilize Armament and secret techniques to target the Thunder Tribulation area.

    If those Martial Artists escape, they will also be robbed.

    Therefore, all the latecomers armed with Armament, deterred Martial Artist in Thunder Tribulation, as long as they escaped, they directly killed, lest they themselves also suffered Thunder Tribulation.

    "Good means, helped Ben Shaodi to be a big busy, I am still worried that they ran -" Jiang Yun sneered.

    He had already tried to kill these people. After all, even if he had Thunder Tribulation, he could not kill everyone. The legs are on them, and if they flee, Jiang Yun can't catch everyone.

    But now it's different. The Martial Artists who got the news later not only watched the battle, but also deterred those Martial Artists who were shrouded by Jiang Yun's Thunder Tribulation. They were not allowed to escape and get tired of the latecomers.

    In this way, it is like having an invisible big net and carrying everyone.

    "The Little Emperor of the Purple Micro-Clan, give me death–" Jiang Yun, regardless of the person in front of him, is the first few emperors of the Purple Micro-Clan. Anyway, a Shaodi is extinct.

    "Hong!"

    The shrine blasted out and flew out the Ziwei minority.

    "Damn – this Shaodi is the Shaodi of the Ziwei, who dares to intercept?"Purple and Little Emperor cold and indifferent, rushing to the distance, took away a group of robbery clouds.

    "Wolves -"

    "Damn, we were robbed!"

    Later, those Martial Artists panicked and some people were robbed.

    Almost at the same time, the other dozens of ethnic minors and top Supreme Talent also broke through and fled to the distance to concentrate on Thunder Tribulation.

    The remaining Martial Artists were not Jiang Yun’s opponents at all, and they were all killed.

    Tens of thousands of people in the first battle!

    Puff

    Jiang Yun was all blackened and suffered heavy losses.

    咕咚咕咚——

    He hurriedly drank Life Spring, the injury was recovering quickly, the robbery cloud had dispersed, and he was successfully promoted to the great accomplishment king.

    "Heroes -"

    The Martial Artists who watched the game were stunned. Apart from a dozen Shaodi and a few top Supreme Talents, the other Martial Artists were basically under the Thunder Tribulation or Jiang Yun's sword.

    It’s a miracle to destroy tens of thousands of Martial Artists in World War I.

    "Everyone, our chance is coming. Jiang Yun is doing it at the moment. It is almost dying. We killed him and took away the holy things."A little emperor of the Hells laughed and stared at the shrine around Jiang Yun.

    They are all latecomers. When they watched the battle for several hours, they finally waited until they got the benefit of the fishermen.

    The tens of thousands of people in front of him worked hard and were also subjected to Thunder Tribulation, which finally hit Jiang Yun.

    Nowadays, afterwards, you can easily take Jiang Yun and take away the Gosfall Sword, Jingu and Holy Drawing.

    The dragon rain butterfly did not fall, but at the moment it was awkward. The battle was just too chaotic. All her maids were fallen. Now there is only one dragon butterfly. This tenth beauty of Wanjie is very admired by Jiang Yun at this moment. It feels that Jiang Yun is a scorpion animal, too enchanting.

    "You, are you not afraid of death?" The tens of thousands of people just now are examples. ”Long Yu Butterfly glanced around and found that nearly 100,000 people gathered during this time.

    If these people are swarming, Jiang Yun is not an opponent at all.

    However, Jiang Yun has just killed tens of thousands of Martial Artists, and it is powerful enough to shock the latecomers. Even if you really can't stand it, just delay some time, and when Jiang Yun's injury heals, he will surely be able to kill a bloody road.

    So Long Yudie bargained with the latecomers, where he won time for Jiang Yun.

    It is not that she wants to save Jiang Yun, mainly because Jiang Yun gave her a ban. If Jiang Yun fell, her dragon rain butterfly would have to fall.

    "You don't have to listen to the dragon butterfly. You are advised to say, Rain Butterfly Fairy, you must either leave quickly or die." Don't think that you are the Princess of the Japanese, the Emperor will not move you, my family is not afraid to cover the heavens -" a little emperor sneered.

    The Emperor of the Hells faintly said: "Without nonsense, go up and destroy Jiang Yun, and win the holy things -"

    嗖嗖嗖——

    Booming –

    Suddenly, nearly 100,000 Martial Artist approached Jiang Yun's direction and surrounded him.

    Rubbing and rubbing –

    The 100,000 Martial Artists come together, the imposing manner is too majestic, and the blood fog of the Purgatory Space is shattered.

    Heaven and Earth shock, murderous aura shocked, condensed into a prehistoric savage god.

    "Give you another chance, Jiang Yun, surrender the holy things, spare you not to die -" Hell Little Emperor faint.

    If it is not necessary, he does not want to fight with Jiang Yun, because those people are just examples.

    Jiang Yun looked calm and faint: "You come from afar, the Emperor sent you some gifts."

    "what gift?"A little emperor wondered.

    "Purgatory Fireworks!"

    咻咻咻——

    At this time, Jiang Yun used the control of spiritual power to control the tens of thousands of gods and thunders in batches and throw them into the Martial Artist group in all directions.

    It all happened too quickly, just in the blink of an eye, there was an endless explosion of sound around.

    Boom Boom –

    Rubbing and rubbing –

    The entire Purge Space is shaking, Heaven and Earth vibrate, the earth cracks, the blood mist is evaporated, and the sky is swaying.

    噗噗噗噗——

    There is no such thing as the blast of the Martial Artist being bombed. The sudden change is a catastrophe.

    "Damn – fooled, Jiang Yun has so many fires -"

    "So many fires, how much resources do he need, how can he have so many fires."

    "Retreat!"

    The tribes of all ethnic groups changed their color, and when the gods thundered, they knew that they were finished. These people could escape and the achievement was not bad.

    But in fact, they think more, and they can't escape.

    "Ahhhh…"

    "Damn, it’s a fire mine -"

    "I don't want to die, ah-"

    There is a continual Martial Artist's fall, and a cloud of mushroom blossoms around it, even more beautiful than fireworks. This is Jiang Yun's purgatory fireworks.

    The purgatory fireworks caused by blood and bones have caused the enemy to fall.

    "Imperial Sword Art -"

    This is not over yet. After releasing the gods, Jiang Yun urged the Holy Drawing to transform into a holy ship. He stood on the holy ship and spurred the Imperial Sword Art. Thousands of swords flew out and some were emperor. The thunder was injured, but the Martial Artist without the fall was all killed.

    噗噗噗噗——

    Under Imperial Sword Art, the fleeing Martial Artist continues to fall, and the body falls into purgatory and dyes red sky.

    (End of this chapter)