My Super Estate

Chapter 157: Why Need to Die?

"Thundercloud has dispersed, and it should be time to deal with some trouble."

Turning his head, he happened to see that the three ancestors of Murong over there also looked towards themselves.

"How should I address you as?"

"Lord Murong, my grandfather."

"Oh, in disrespect, you can't see it. You turned out to be the third ancestor of the Murong royal family.

According to legend, the Murong royal family has inherited it for nearly ten thousand years. Except for the dead Murong Lord, I want to come, you are the most senior existence,

If you fall here, perhaps, you will become a sing-along with your own way."

Bloodline inheritance, in order to become a must-have, you must wipe out the clan.

For the powerhouses in the martial arts world, great magical powers are countless. As long as the top powerhouses die, the so-called genocide is by no means a joke.

Curses, karma, bloody baptisms... etc., a variety of methods are emerging one after another.

In any case, in the mountain of the gods, Murong Saint Lord also exists on the same front. Now, facing the only three ancestors of the Murong royal family, Wang Yang feels very painful.

"Go back and look at the face of Lord Murong, I can think you have never appeared."

Wang Yang felt that he had the best temper now, that damn Murong Lord, who had screamed and killed himself, had almost planted it in his hands several times.

And the Murong Swordsman is indeed very disgusting, as if it were flies, and from time to time, it appears to be beside me, troublesome.

Yes, the Lord Murong and the elders of the Murong royal family, the Murong royal family, will be destroyed sooner, and they will settle down earlier.

but……

Alas, my heart is too soft.

"Shut up, you are a little hybrid, I promise a Murong royal family, inherited for thousands of years, tens of millions of people, because of you, all extinct, today, who wants you to be ashamed here?"

Looking at Wang Yang's hypocritical appearance, Murong Sanzu just felt sick.

The Murong royal family has inherited for 10,000 years, the Holy Lord suppresses everything, prosperity, and more than tens of millions of people?

However, all this, overnight, because of his existence, all died.

Tens of millions of innocent souls are staring at themselves all the time. As their three ancestors, how can they forget such deep hatred?

"Find a fight!"

Just now, Mr. Good, in a blink of an eye, he became a hell demon.

On the arm, Long Yin continued, the violent sword gas, flying freely, turned into a strip of dragon, walking up and down the arm.

What a sword spirit like a dragon.

This kind of swordsman supernatural power, anyone who sees it, must praise it in his heart.

Dragon Dragon Claw!!

Wang Yang just made a move, showing dragon claws with both hands, one claw protruding forward, a burst of sword gas, quickly swam away, turned into a huge dragon claw, and grabbed towards the three ancestors of Murong.

This is peerless magical power-dragon claw hand.

However, the same dragon claw hand, falling into Wang Yang's hands, has already walked out of its own way.

Although not necessarily the strongest, it must be the most suitable.

The violent Jianqi Jiaolong turned into a huge dragon claw, and one claw went forward, and even the boulder would be blown into the wind of sand, and it was cut wantonly and caught towards the three ancestors of Murong.

"you……"

The third ancestor of Murong was furious, and he was the seventh step divine master. How could this kid dare to paw out to himself?

Simple is to die!!

The furious Murong three ancestors decisively shot towards Wang Yang with one hand, and the huge handprint burned a raging fire, just like the angry fire god, who vowed to burn this world.

Is the Jianqi Dragon Claw more powerful, or the angry Vulcan more terrifying?

Between the two, there is a belief that they must win, and whoever is stronger or weaker must look at each other's means.

Bang Bang Bang Bang...

A series of explosions, flaming hands, contains all the terrifying powers of burning. However, in the face of the overbearing sword gas dragon claw, although the two are difficult to match, but the terrible sword gas contains the cut Destroy all terrible meanings.

Under such a terrible sword spirit, the flaming big hand was even slashed continuously.

For a long time, the flames fell down.

"you……"

His eyes glared, and Murong Sanzu made a horrified noise.

The power between the two is not much different between the upper and lower, however, on Wang Yang's sword-qi dragon claw, there is a trace of substance, even if the flames are high in temperature, under that substantial sword-qi, it is simply Without any calculation, it is directly annihilated.

"Damn, how could your great supernatural being be so powerful?"

Murong Sanzu absolutely did not want to believe that he would be worse than Wang Yang.

However, the fact is that he has lost.

Although it is just a trick, he still has the power to fight again, but there is a substantial gap between the two.

Realistically...

"Humph, how strong are you, you know?"

Facing the horror of Murong Sanzu, Wang Yang was very proud.However, looking at this guy in front of him, the anger in Wang Yang's heart did not diminish.

Dare to scold yourself for the little bastard, it is just to death.

"kill!!"

Take advantage of it and don’t let it go, swearing to kill the king and bastard, so as to comfort the parental upbringing.

The big hand shot, now, is a great magical power-Hunyuan Palm!!

However, Wang Yang's potential in the body has been condensed, and he quickly transformed towards Jiaolong Sword Qi. When he shot it with a palm, it was a terrible sword Qi palm.

The metallic brilliance shines, a subtle sense, which is difficult to hide.

"Damn!!"

A seemingly ordinary palm, in fact, only Murong Sanzu knew better in his heart, what terrible power is contained in this palm.

"broken!!"

Such a palm is like a real sword spirit, which can't be stopped, only Wan Jian can be availed. The so-called broken corpse has absolutely no difficulty.

He could see that Wang Yang's own cultivation practice had just proved successful and Lei Yun had just dispersed. However, his strength had been improved by leaps and bounds.

Especially this terrible Jiaolong Jianqi is extremely terrible.

In the end, the three ancestors of Murong were forced to use their blood to pass on the great magical powers—to fight the stars and move them, trying to move the horrible sword gas palm to another place.

"Huh, my Jiaolong Jianqi, although extremely energy-consuming, I simply cannot support a few moves, but it is definitely not so easy for you to move away."

Looking at the three ancestors of Murong, Wang Yang has made up his mind that he must give this guy a lesson.

However, as the true elements in the body quickly turned into mana, Wang Yang felt that the terrible weather of the Thunder Realm was getting closer and closer.

I'm afraid it won't take long for me to usher in the terrifying thunder world.

"This damn Murong three ancestors, Ping Bai consumes me so much."

Feeling that the Thunder Realm is approaching, Wang Yang has a greater hatred for Murong Sanzu, because every time he makes a shot, he must consume a lot of background.

This kind of heritage was prepared by Wang Yang in order to survive the double-catastrophe safely.