Chapter one hundred and seventy-seventh one stroke kill (explosion seventeen for subscription).

"I don't know. Elder Han led the team. It's estimated that the Fei Ling Men are miserable. They must be destroyed. Whoever offended them against Raksha Gate."

Along the way, many people stopped and watched, looking down and talking, some people with good deeds, even more boldly, followed behind the people of Rakshamon.

"Come on, don't be lazy, no one is lazy, the panacea next month will be gone." In the Feiling Gate, the originally collapsed hall building has been completely demolished, and hundreds of disciples are busy building the hall , Zhou Yuhou was shouting non-stop.

"All the disciples of Fei Ling Men meet together" a sound penetrated into the space out of thin air, but the sound was not loud, but it fell in everyone's ears.

When the words fell, a figure immediately fell into the front, and a chill expanded, it was the soul of the poisonous Shuaidong.

"Great elder, what happened." Zheng Ying, Zhou Yuhou, and Hu Nansheng asked the Sudden Poison Shuai Dong Wuming.

"It should be the people of Rakshamon, let's go outside and see." The Soul Poison Master said lightly, a tremendous chill in his eyes, so that the people around Zhou Yuhou and others could not help but grow up a chill. .

"Go, all disciples follow me outside to see." Hu Nansheng shouted, with the elders, he was not afraid of the brakes.

"Rakshamon still dare to come, this time to make them look good." A group of disciples also put their hands down, pulled out their weapons, and went to the outside of the mountain gate.

Outside the mountain gate, the soul-suppressing poison Shuaidong desperately motioned everyone to stop and gazed lightly at the front.

At this time, there was a lot of quiet surroundings, and when there was a base to want to exit and ask where the person of Rakshamon was, a shock was coming from far and near.

"Dang Dang ..."

A sound of iron riding kicks roaring loudly, and a few moments later, hundreds of figures appeared in front of everyone at Fei Lingmen, bringing up a dust.

"stop……"

A few moments later, the hundreds of figures were only 500 meters away from the Flying Spirit Gate. The white-haired old man waved his hand, and the hundred horses stopped their bodies, and a huge wind wave rushed to everyone at the Flying Spirit Gate.

"Humph!" The Soul Poison Shuai Dong Wuming snorted coldly, the black robe shuddered, and a huge wave of space spewed out of nowhere, and the two storms touched together, instantly dissipating into the invisible.

The elders in the Rakshamon gate were all surprised when they saw the impulse of the soulless hero Shuaidong.

"Flying Gate, your courage, dare to kill my Elder Rakshamon, today, I will destroy your Flying Gate." The white-haired old man snorted coldly, his eyes on the disciples of the Flying Spirit Gate After sweeping, it finally landed on the body of the soulless poisonous Shuaidong, and his brow was slightly wrinkled. He couldn't see through the breath of the old man in black robe, and there was a vague sense of danger.

"It was Han Changsheng, he came." Zhou Yuhou's face changed slightly, and several elders at Feiling Gate naturally knew this Han Changsheng. It is said that this Han Changsheng was about to break through to the level of military general.

At this time, in addition to this Han Changsheng, there were four elders of Rakshamon coming together. Zhou Yuhou and others were also amazed. The hundreds of disciples were also extraordinary in strength. All of them came from Rakshamon. The elite is so good, secretly lamenting that the Rakshamon is really willing.

"Little Martial Soul, I didn't go to destroy your Rakshamon, you even dare to come to my Flying Spirit Gate." The Soul Poison Shuai Dongwu gave a light glance at the hundred people who came to Rakshamon. Strength, how can he be seen in his eyes, the body's injury at this time, after taking a Liupin Elixir last time, it is already better than half, and it is enough to deal with these martial artists.

"Your Excellency is not the person at Fei Ling Men, who are you? If you have nothing to do with Fei Ling Men, why don't you leave alone." Han Changsheng, the white-haired old man at Rakshamon, stared at the soul-improving and poisonous Shuai Dong, and frowned. Wrinkle is also somewhat taken into account.

"Who am I? You don't deserve to know, even if you come, let's die." A faint chill spread from the lifeless body of the soul-sucking poison Shuai Dong, and then turned back to Zhou Yuhou and others said: " Just give me all five martial spirits. No one else is allowed to leave alive. "

When the words fell, the soul of the poisonous hero Shuai Dong's lifeless body suddenly rushed out. Within the entire space, the temperature dropped suddenly, just like it fell into the ice cave instantly.

"The elders are at ease, and no one can run away." Hu Nansheng replied, the other five martial arts practitioners were dealt with by the elder elders alone. The remaining ninety people, only thirty martial arts practitioners, only the highest. Wuzhong Wuxiu Xiuwei, five of them plus Fei Lingmen, want to encircle and suppress, and no one can run away.

"It's the spirit." Feeling the breath of Soul Poison Shuai, Han Changsheng's face suddenly changed.

"You are coming to die, then you are all going to die." The voice did not fall, and the soul-inducing poisonous hero Dong expanded coldly, his body swept up, and the space in front of him was twisted, and the cold was lingering in the air, and a black awn penetrated Space, when the voice fell, it was directly to Han Changsheng.

"Good strength is the Spirit King, no, it is the Lingshuai strong, everyone run away." At this time, the soul of the poisonous Shuai Dong was desperately expanded, and Han Changsheng only spied on the strength of the other side, and his face was horrified. From then on, a huge coercion loomed down, and he didn't even have the courage to shoot, and his face suddenly turned pale, which was completely beyond his expectations.

"Run, it's too late." The Soul Poison Shuai sneered, the fingerprints pushed, and suddenly the space shivered violently, a black mans with a pungent and unpleasant breath came out of the overwhelming burst, the dense range was straight Enveloped in a thousand kilometers of space.

Heimang tears the space and feels this powerful breath. Everyone in Rakshamon feels that the real qi is stagnant in the body. The disciples with the strength of only the martial arts level fall directly from the horse to the ground, the poison gas enters the body, and the mouth spit out Black bubbles.

"Somehow to escape." Han Changsheng shouted, his face was pale, he never thought that the other party was actually a super handsome and super strong, if he knew, he would dare to provoke, even if it was Gui Wuzong Don't dare to provoke easily.

Han Changsheng's handprints sprinted out in a hurry, a violent surname of the native surname burst out, instantly condensed into a huge fist print of hundreds of meters, rushed towards the soul of the poisonous hero, and died. Open space ripples, the sound of sonic boom resounds in midair like a thunderous thunder.

"How can the light of the fireflies compete with Haoyue, little martial arts, even if you are the ninth martial arts soul, in my eyes, it is just the ants." The soul-sucking poisonous handsome snorted coldly, standing upright in the air, killing the audience In the hand, the black mansions converged, but they immediately condensed into a 50-meter-size black fist print, and suddenly came out with a piercing wind breaking sound.

"Boom!"

The two fist prints touched each other, Han Changsheng's fist prints were instantly destroyed into a piece of earth yellow, and finally corroded into the smoke by the sky's black awn, at the same time, the fist prints that reminded the soulless and poisonous handsome East Suddenly contracted, turning into a normal fist size, filled with black dazzling dazzling palpitations.

The fist seal penetrated the space, the space collapsed directly, and then bombarded heavily on Han Changsheng's chest.

"boom!"

Han Changsheng couldn't hide at all. The opponent's speed was like a ghost, so fast that he couldn't respond at all. A huge force poured down, his body was instantly shocked, and a huge force poured down, directly hitting him hard. The internal organs and the internal organs, and there is a terror energy, directly hit his soul.

The most terrifying thing is that there is a highly toxic poison in this attack, which is corroding everything in his body.

"Poof ..."

It was only an instant, a black blood mixed with broken internal organs in Han Changsheng ’s mouth spouted, even the internal organs became black, his eyes were whitish, his pupils spread, and there was no life. It was just a face-up, and he was poisoned by the soul Shuaidong has no way to kill.

"Kill me, one will not stay."

With the soulless and poisonous Shuaidong shot desperately, Hu Nansheng shouted, his feet flashed with anger, and his steps flew forward like lightning.

Behind Hu Nansheng, Zhou Yuhou, Chen Xinjie and others and all the disciples also went straight away. Now the disciples of Fei Lingmen are not the original ones, no one is afraid, and they are desperately going up one by one.

"Boom Boom ..."

In a flash, the field was squabbling together, and the sound of energy blasting continued.

"Escape ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Flee quickly, there are spirits and strong men in the flying spirit gate." The remaining four elders of the Rakshamon Gate were terribly pale and scared. In front of the spirits and handsome men, they could not compete. Li, Han Chang was killed as soon as he grew older, and they couldn't even contend with half of the move.

"I want to escape, it's late." The Soul Poison Shuai Dong said coldly, standing tall in the air, murderous, and a strange handprint in his hand instantly came out. In the sky, the black mans suddenly raged and the pungent smell was bad. The breath permeates the space.

Within the Black Mountain, four black tentacles violently penetrated the space, blasted out in an instant, and hurriedly shot towards the four Rakshamon martial elders.

The four martial arts are cultivated, one five martial arts, one four martial arts, two three martial arts, the strength is not weak, the body flees quickly, but it is in this sky-dark black mantle, the body image is completely Being restrained in general, it is impossible to escape from the black mans space.

"Boo!" "Boo!" "Boo!" "Boo!"

The four-to-black energy ripped open the space directly, carrying an astonishing chill, and rushed to the back of the four.