I Am Erlang God Yang Jian

Luo Fei's swordsmanship was detached, and with his sudden attack, he killed a sixth-level soldier.

However, with the loss of vindictiveness and the opponent taking precautions, Luo Fei will have difficulty making meritorious deeds.

"The lackey of the Holy See, I, Luo Fei, are inseparable with you!"

Luo Fei roared, and there were several wounds on his body. In the face of fighting qi warriors, he was finally unmatched. For a moment, his body was covered with blood, and he looked extremely terrifying in the dark night.

"Ah! I'm not reconciled! If my vindictiveness recovers, I can't let you idiots from the Holy See be arrogant. I'm really not reconciled!"

Luo Fei was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. He was really unwilling.

His revenge has not yet been avenged.

His consciousness began to blur.

Even a ninth-level soldier can't afford to lose too much blood.

"boom!"

The last sword can end Luo Fei's life, in vain, between heaven and earth, a cauldron descended from the sky, took it in, and all the attacks that fell on it bounced back.

"Who are you? How dare you intervene in the affairs of the Holy See?"

Moore's face was full of anger, and the ninth-level momentum was violent, and it was a bright holy slash in the air.

"boom!"

The giant cauldron did not move at all, like Mount Tai.

"Hey, what a Holy See!"

Next to the cauldron, two figures appeared.

"No wonder you dare to intervene in the affairs of the Holy See. It turns out that it is you, Randy. You are so brave!" Moore found out who came and recognized one of them. It was on the wanted list, and the weight was not light.

Heart said: It was God who helped me. I won Luo Fei, and Randy. I have gained a lot this time. There is also that mysterious giant cauldron, which can resist the ninth-level attack. It must be a holy weapon. This time I really To get rich.

The ones who appeared here were naturally Yang Jian and Randy.

With a perverted consciousness, Yang Jian saw clearly what happened, and naturally witnessed Luo Fei's extraordinary swordsmanship, and his consciousness came to the right place.

Luo Fei's recovery of vindictiveness must be a great help by his side.

Randy patted his chest, showing a look of fear, "I'm not very brave, but I have the courage to kill you!"

"Kill me?" Moore laughed, his eyes full of disdain, "Just you?!"

In the middle stage of the ninth-level warrior, Moore was also a member of the referee army, and his strength was not covered. Killing a magician was as easy as cutting vegetables. Naturally, he did not take this word to heart.

In Moore's eyes, Randy was the only one who was in trouble. As for the man in black next to him, he ignored it.

"kill!"

Moore raised his hand, and the three squads came in a triangle.

Six or seven-level soldiers forced to kill the magician.

A magician who cannot fly in the air is destined to die in the face of siege by soldiers, especially when facing elites such as Holy See soldiers.

"Buzz!"

A cold light flashed from the night sky, as if to tear apart the night and usher in a new day.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The flying sword came out, the soul chased thousands of miles, and the blood flowed into a river.

A blue flying sword that was not stained with blood was quietly in mid-air, looking particularly strange.

Looking at the Holy See warriors who rushed over, they all stayed on the spot at this time, their eyes were wide open, as if they had seen something terrible, and if they looked carefully, there was an indistinguishable scar on the underside of their neck.

"puff!"

"puff!"

The blood rushed out, and the heads fell to the ground, and the ground suddenly became a river of blood.

The power of the flying sword is so terrifying.

Yang Jian came to Xuantian Continent for the first Feijian attack.

"God, holy artifact, this is holy artifact, only holy artifact has such power, if it is in my hands, my strength..." Moore was not frightened by this scene, looking at the blue flying Sword, with a greedy look in his eyes.

No matter what, get this holy artifact.

Then all losses will not be a problem.

Moore did not realize the power of this holy artifact.

"Haha, I want this, thank you so much!"

Moore's feet were a little on the ground, and his momentum was violent.

"Bright strike!"

Soaring into the air, Dou Qi turned into a white peg, and when the sky slashed towards Yang Jian.

Randy, Moore ignored.

Seeing this scene, Randy sneered, even if he himself didn't think he could fight the master, let alone Moore, he thought: "Moore, you really think the master is so easy to bully, you just wait for bad luck!"

Yang Jian smiled coldly, naturally he would not resist this blow.

"kill!"

A voice like Jiuyouli spit out from Yang Jian's mouth.

"Zixiao Divine Thunder!"

"Nine Heavens Divine Cauldron, the world is shrouded!"

Countless blue 857 thunder and lightning rumbled down from the sky, and the preparations fell on Moore. The white armor appeared white defense, blocking the attack of the gods.

When the thunder fell on him, Moore could still feel the pain, most of which were blocked by the armor.

"Hmph, weird moves, useless to me!"

Indeed, Shenlei is not bad for ordinary people, but for Moore, who has a bright armor, it is at best more powerful.

Yang Jian doesn't expect Zixiao Shenlei to kill people.

A ninth-level soldier, it is impossible to resist that.

The Jiutian Shending, the magic weapon, is the key.

Stepping into the Foundation Establishment Stage, Yang Jian's Nine-Heaven Divine Cauldron has become more effective, at least able to activate some of the formations.

"Heaven and Earth Shrouded" is actually a gravitational formation.

Constantly resisting Divine Thunder, how could Moore pay attention to that giant cauldron.

Array starts.

A huge suction came from the cauldron, Moore moved slowly, and the bones on his body made a sound of kaka, as if countless mountains were pressing down, and he couldn't breathe.

"Oops!"

"Whoosh!"

The flying sword crossed a cold light, and Moore's armor was damaged.

"Whoosh!"

The armor was broken again, and Moore's face finally panicked.

The light armor on his body is the armor made exclusively by the Holy See, which can block even a ninth-level attack.

Now, in the face of a flying sword, there is wear and tear, which is really...

At this time, Yang Jian was not feeling well either.

"The armor is good, but it can't stop my attack!"

"Whoosh!

Gravity added to him, and Moore couldn't break free no matter what.

He realized that he was careless and fell into a trap.

If I knew earlier, I chose to escape at that time.

Cold light flashed.

Moore felt a pain in his body and spit out blood from his mouth, looking at the flying sword emerging from his chest unwillingly.

His ninth-level powerhouse was killed by Xiao Xiaofeijian?This is Moore's last consciousness.

Moore fell, and Yang Jian's body softened. .

Chapter 337

The huge battle scene did not cause any reaction in the slums.

All this depends on the formation arranged by Yang Jian.

Entering the foundation-building period, Yang Jian possessed a perverted sense of consciousness, swept through most of the slums, and his foresight reached a limit.

If the outside formations were lacking, the mighty battle would have to provoke a reaction from those forces in Snow Wind City.

"Randy, is this a member of the referee army?"

Yang Jian recovered his true essence, and with a wave of his hand, he burned the corpse on the ground.

To kill a ninth-level powerhouse, Yang Jian is relatively reluctant. The important thing is that set of armor has a unique defensive effect. If it is an ordinary ninth-level warrior, there is no need to spend a lot of time.

Among them, Feijian is also a necessary factor.

With a good flying sword, no matter how good the defense is, it will be broken with a single blow.

At present, Feijian does not have any difficulty in killing soldiers of the sixth and seventh levels.