Super Student's Three-realms Army

"Belia, have you finished your last words?"

Said, Zhang Xiaofan single handed back, step by step, slowly toward the direction of belia.

"As a real protector of Russia, how can Lao Jiu bow his head and admit defeat so easily?"

"Even if I, belia, die, I will die standing. How can I live on my knees?"

Bellia's mouth rose, and a sad smile appeared on her face. Her eyes were flushed with blood. All the blood vessels on the surface of her skin were at this moment, and they began to expand violently. Wisps of blood were escaping from his body surface. From a distance, it was like a blood mist.

Burning blood essence, the secret of blood wolf's life!

There is no doubt that this is the last way for almost all orcs to fight for their lives.

Moreover, with belia as old as he is, once he burns his own blood, it basically means that he has completely ignored life and death and wants to fight against the enemy!

I saw that with the constant burning and boiling of the blood essence of the wolf demon all over her body, the serious injuries around belia's body are recovering rapidly at the speed visible to the naked eye, and the vigorous and majestic momentum is also beginning to climb rapidly to the peak.

A wisp of blood red wolf hair also emerged from his whole body. Belia's left and right hands and feet also evolved towards the wolf claws.

"Now that you have made your choice, let me give you the last ride."

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes were cold, and his face was even more sad and joyless. He slowly stretched out his left hand.

At that moment, in front of him, a very dull sound came from the void, like the slow rotation of a huge stone mill.

Such a loud voice, far more than any of the previous times, seemed to be thundering. A red giant palm with a width of ten feet appeared from the sky out of thin air. It was like the palm of the fire demon God. It almost covered the dome of the whole railway station hall, and made belia's atmosphere dare not appear more.

"All kinds of things. They are all ashes, burning the sky and melting the hands of the earth!"

Zhang Xiaofan's cold low voice, his left palm seems to be able to penetrate the space in front of him.

With a wave out of thin air, the red flame palm ran through the darkness in front of him. The flame kept moving from top to bottom and began to oppress belia.

"I can burn the sky with one hand --!"

Zhang Xiaofan's Zhenyuan cultivation is climbing to the realm of melting baby. After the great circle is full, he is finally able to display the power of this celestial secret method of burning heaven and melting earth.

However, just when the red hand ten feet away was about to fall from top to bottom, Zhang Xiaofan's old eyes also showed a look of deep despair.

Suddenly, an urgent voice suddenly rang from the railway station.

"Mr. Zhang Wutian, I've got people under my command!"

"We..."

"We... Pray... Pray for a truce..."

"Oh?"

"Are you going to pray for a truce?"

When this voice came, Zhang Xiaofan's spirit of killing was much less than before