Thousandth 432 chapters horror

"Be careful, everyone." Yin Budi also glanced at the people, and immediately the two powerful men closed their eyes and calmed down.

At the same time, the strong from Taihuangzhou and Tairizhou also finished the meeting, saying that all of them would participate.

The time for a stick of incense passed in a blink of an eye, the stone-like figure opened his eyes, and a cold voice sounded: "Have you thought about it? It's too late to withdraw now."

"Think clearly!"

All the strong men present at this moment looked at the man with disheveled hair and an iron sword on his back.

The man with disheveled hair and an iron sword stood up, and a gust of wind blew away his hair, revealing a resolute, slightly vicissitudes face, and his eyes closed slightly.

"Zheng!"

At this moment, a sword rang sounded, and his eyes suddenly opened. His eyes were as sharp as a heavenly sword, and the sharp eyes made all the strong people present tremble.

His eyes fell on Lin Feng's body suddenly, and he waved his hand in the direction of Tairizhou and said, "You come first!"

"Yes!"

Yang Shentong, Yang Tianxu and other strong men came up one after another, and a total of 18 people walked towards the man with disheveled hair.

The man with a disheveled hair carried his hands on his back, his big hands slowly stretched out into the void, and gently slid, suddenly 18 micro-spaces gradually emerged, and each micro-space emerged with a portal.

"Go in!"

The man with a disheveled hair looked at Yang Shentong and others.

"Yes!" Yang Shentong, Yang Tianxu and other strong men stepped into the depths of the miniature space.

The figure of the man with the Beatles wandered up, his figure split, and 18 figures were divided, and then these figures walked into the depths of these miniature spaces.

The tiny space portal gradually closed.

Lin Feng, there is no sea, no bounds, Nanming undefeated, Yin is not cheap, and other powerful people staring at these miniature spaces.

Time passed gradually, and there was no movement in these tiny spaces.

The time for a stick of incense quickly passed.

"Boom..."

Pieces of space exploded, and a corpse flew out, with a strong smell of blood, falling heavily to the ground, and some were severely injured, their bodies were covered with sword marks, and blood was flowing.

Two figures descended from the sky. These two powerful men were two powerful men, Yang Shentong and Yang Tianxu. The two great men looked pale and sweaty, and their mouths overflowed with blood.

"This..." Huang Wuhai stared at this scene with his eyes narrowed, and such a result actually appeared in the second round.

"What a terrible sword intent, although it is of the same power, the nature of the power has long been different." Huang Wubian looked at this scene with a serious expression.

Lin Feng, Nanming undefeated, Yin Bujian, and other strong men looked at this scene and looked at each other. Gu Hengmo, Hu Xiaofeng and other emperors of the middle three regions looked at this scene, and their expressions gradually became serious.

The two powerful men, Yang Shentong and Yang Tianxu, did not speak, and went directly to the ground far away to adjust their breath and meditate to heal their injuries.

"You come in." At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded, with a disheveled hair, and the man carrying an iron sword walked out, his gaze fell on the undefeated Nanming, Yin is not base, and the strong man waiting for Han Mingzhou.

"Yes!"

Nanming is undefeated, Yin is not cheap, Tiger Xiaofeng, Lei Zhenhai and other strong men have stepped up after hearing this.

"You retreat, it's not your turn now!" With disheveled hair, the man carrying the iron sword suddenly glanced sharply at Lin Feng among the crowd.

"Yes!"

Lin Feng heard the words respectfully, and immediately stood there. He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Nan Ming's unbeaten and the others say: "Be careful."

"Yes!"

Nanming was undefeated, Yin Bujian and other strong men went to the depths of the miniature space one after another. Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed slightly.

"fate!"

At this moment, Lin Feng was in control of the hand of destiny, and a mysterious power spread out. This power ignored the obstacles of space and started a new round of transformation.

The miniature space was closed, with disheveled hair, and the man carrying the iron sword walked into the depths of the space and disappeared.

"Zhengzheng..." The sound of the sword sound seemed to resound in the depths of Lin Feng's mind, and his body suffered an invisible blow to the Buddha.

"Huh!"

A mysterious power spread out, covering everything, covering Lin Feng's body in a mist, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.

"What a terrible attack!"

Lin Feng murmured to himself, I don't know why, he wanted to peep into the battle in the depths of the miniature space. With the rise of this thought, mysterious power emerged from his wrist to his eyes.

Suddenly the miniature space gradually emerged, hazy like a fog. He saw the man with an iron sword on his back and a disheveled hair standing in the void, like a heavenly sword, squeezing the sword technique and launched a fierce attack.

Under his fierce attack, almost no one can resist one or two, almost passively beaten, only Dongfang Xinglan, Gu Hengmo, Nanming undefeated, Yin Buxian can resist one or two.

The situation of Hu Xiaofeng, Lei Zhenhai, and the three powerhouses of Blood Sky is slightly worse. As for the remaining powerhouses of the emperor vein level, they have no chance to resist. It will only happen sooner or later.

"It's a cruel battle. I don't know how much has fallen in the third level?" Lin Feng stared at the fuzzy space for a moment.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a big cold snort rang out, blasting into Lin Feng's mind like a thunder, and Lin Feng's soul trembled.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes became blurred, and the miniature was completely hidden.

"It's a terrible perception." Tianjie Taoist exclaimed: "Don't look at it, Master. Although you have the power transmitted by the hand of destiny, your cultivation base is still shallow and you can't fully use it."

"I see." Lin Feng nodded slightly when he heard the words, and immediately closed his eyes to rest. Although he couldn't watch, he could still feel the situation of the strong like Dongfang Xinglan, Nanming undefeated, Yin is not cheap.

Huang Wuhai, Huang Wubian waited for the strong to stare at the miniature space, and the time for a stick of incense quickly passed.

The miniature space collapsed again, and a corpse flew out and fell heavily on the ground. The owner of these corpses was a powerful person at the emperor level such as Nanming Shot, Nanming Flowing Water, and Nanming Nu Hai.

Then three and four figures fell to the ground. It was Tiger Xiaofeng, Lei Zhenhai, Blood Sky, Gu Hengmo, the four powerhouses, and the four powerhouses lying on the ground dying.

Boom!

Three figures descended from the sky, these three people's faces were pale, it was Dongfang Xinglan, Nanming was undefeated, and Yin was not cheap.

Yin Bujian and Nan Ming undefeated looked at their companions lying on the ground, with a feeling of sadness. Their former opponents fell completely, without leaving a trace of the soul.

If it hadn't been for Lin Feng's secret help, their fate would probably not be much better.

Many strong people in Taihuangzhou also had a trembling feeling when they watched this scene, especially the strong people at the emperor vein level such as Huang Wubai, who trembled and their faces turned pale.

Because many of the strong men lying on the ground are not below them, they are even worse.

"I... I want to quit!" Huang Wubai's face was pale, his eyes pleadingly looked at the man with unruly hair carrying an iron sword coming out of the void.