The white giant palm was photographed in the sky, enough to destroy a picking street, and hitting tens of thousands of people into a meat sauce.

"This person can strike Crowder with one blow. I am afraid it will be the strength of the generals and even the lieutenant. But I have already been a general of the generals, and in the gap of the holy white, my strength must be at least three layers. ""

"If this is going on, he will not be killed, but he will be seriously injured."

Just as the railway man thought that he was enough to subdue the strange man in front of him, Fang Xingjian raised his palm slightly.

"What about the ring? I also have one."

In an instant, the glaring white light bloomed from his hand, and the white light intertwined as a sword shadow, rising toward the palm of the hand released by the railroad.

It seems that it is inspired by the other side. Fang Xingjian directly uses the white energy as the martial art will, and turns it into a sword without a sword.

In the horrified eyes of the railwayers, his condensed giant palm was broken like a piece of tofu, and was smashed into a skylight by the white sword.

Hey!

The sword shadow was a little bit, and it had already come across the air and stabbed him.

The railwayer instantly felt a huge pressure on the face, and it seemed that the whole world had disappeared. Only a white sword shadow filled the entire field of vision.

boom! He once again took a shot, and the white energy surged from the void like the tide of the sea, and continued to hit the sword shadow.

The energy of white seems to be alive in his hands. From all angles, he has become a knife and a stick.

It was forced by the sword to force more than 1,500 meters, and the distance of 1,500 meters was withdrawn, and the power of this sword was exhausted.

At this time, the face of the railwayer was pale, and the eyes were full of horror.

I am afraid that only the strongest of them, the head of the army in the legion can do this step, the other party is actually the strong leader of the rank of the army leader?

The star man stared at Fang Xingjian and said, "Who are you? Why do you have a white ring, I have never seen you."

Fang Xingjian said faintly: "Lead the way, I want to see your army leader."

The railwayer glanced deeply at Fang Xingjian and said, "Come with me."

Since the other party already has the strength of the rank of the commander, naturally it is not something he can block.

Watching Fang Xingjian leave with the railroads, Jessica on the side has already been stunned. Where can she think that the most powerful person she has ever seen, the generals like the railwayers, have been defeated by the strange man. What kind of person is this person?

Looking at the figure of the two leaving, Jessica bit his teeth and lifted his legs and followed.

......

The gap between the white and white, the small world built with white energy, is also the headquarters of the White Legion.

Everything in this world seems to be white, whether it be animals or plants, or mountains and rocks, all white.

In the depths of the world, on a white jade-based square, more than a dozen men and women are sitting cross-legged.

Among them are yellow people, white people, even black people, old people, middle-aged, and young boys and girls.

At the moment, they all wore a white robe and looked at the class seriously.

The lecture was about an old man with a thin body and a long white beard that was dragged to the ground. The old man looked sleepy and seemed to fall asleep whenever and wherever he could.

But his mouth has been making a sound, explaining the application of white energy.

"White ring, you need a firm heart, you can seek the road of the road, such as sailing against the water, do not enter and retreat. What he needs is every moment, every minute, every second is focused on cultivation.

A little lax, not only can you ring the energy of the ring will be less, or even retreat, lost the qualification to own a ring. ”

The old man said faintly: "So the people of our White Legion have always been the least number of the thirteen-color legions. But the upper limit we can reach is also the highest.

Because the stronger the heart of seeking, the stronger the will, the white energy complements each other in heart and will. ”

Everyone listened carefully to the explanations of the old men, even if the other party said that they were old-fashioned, only because the convenience was the strongest of the White Legion, and the thirteen-color legion was the oldest and the oldest leg of the army.

Just then, there was a sudden explosion in the distance, followed by a violent turbulence in the earth, and a series of ground shaking, like a nuclear bomb.

The people who were still attending the class immediately stood up and looked at the direction of the explosion in amazement.

"what happened?"

"Is the above-mentioned strongman fighting?"

"ended?"

Just when everyone felt amazed about this, the Dragon Pulse people opened their original eyes, and a faint eye flashed through a glimmer of light, only to listen to him faintly said: "Don't make a fuss, sit down and continue to attend classes." ”

The people of the White Legion still believed in the authority of the head of the army. When they heard the words of the Long Yao Dao, they all sat back and continued to practice.

A few minutes later, it was the railway people who came to the practice field with Fang Xingjian and Jessica.

The appearance of two strange men and women immediately attracted the attention of everyone.

The reason why it is attracted attention is that Fang Xingjian is now exposed to the sword, giving people an indescribable appeal, so that everyone will be attracted to him unconsciously, and even have a slight affection.

The Dragon Pulse people raised their heads and gathered their eyes on Fang Xingjian. They said, "You come from afar, don't know what is going on?"

Fang Xingjian laughed and went forward: "From today, the White Legion is under my control."

As Fang Xingjian finished the sentence, the original slight affection and attraction moments all disappeared, and even between the positive and the negative, turned into a deeper sense of evil, and everyone's emotions were unconsciously manipulated by Fang Xingjian.

"Bold madman!" A black man jumped up and yelled: "This is what you are arrogant..."

With a bang, there seems to be another invisible big hand in the air. The black man who jumped up has not finished, and has been directly shot and flew out. The white robes on his body shattered and fell to the ground and passed out.

“Who else has opinions?” Fang Xingjian said faintly.

Seeing this faction, the people in the White Legion were naturally angry, even if the railwayer who had just been forced to retreat by Fang Xingjian was angry, the white energy rose from the sky.

They are the White Legion, one of the thirteen-color legions, the human beings who master the extraordinary power, when they were bullied and came over.

But as soon as the white light rose into the sky, Longmai Daochang slowly stood up and said, "Do you want to be an enemy of my White Legion?"

Fang Xingjian is cold and cold: "Not an enemy, just to lead you."