The Human Emperor

Chapter 1356: Fighting people shot!

Chapter 1 356

"not good!"

The **** face changed a lot, I didn't want to think about it, and immediately fled outside. However, with the **** repairs, the display of the void is not enough to catch up with the speed of the white air wave attack. Oh, the light flashed, just in a blink of an eye, the air wave chased it up. Bloody only had time to fight for the power of the whole body, and issued a "Morrow fire", and then it was hit by the rolling white gas.

Rumble!

The black Moro fire that burned all things was burned for a while on the surface of the air, and was immediately forcibly destroyed by the overbearing power. The blood in the air, wow spurted a blood, the whole face was pale, and flew out like a broken kite.

Just a blow, in the black man, the repair is also ranked in the forefront of the blood, immediately broken bones, suffered serious injuries.

Huh, thick smoke rolling, sand and dust, a mottled blood everywhere, all over a dozen tents around the white tent, sprinkled with countless gravel. The body of a black man fell to the ground, and more black people were seriously injured. He rubbed his chest in one hand and looked at the top of the mountain with horror. He looked at the top in the night and was not eye-catching. White tent.

At that moment, the heavens and the earth were silent and silent.

Even Wang Chong, who was in the back of the foothills and indirectly caused all of this, stood in the dark and showed a shocking look in his eyes.

Hey, just listen to a crackling light, the white tent opened, a white figure, carrying his hands, his eyes glazed, his feet calm, and slowly came out from the inside. A huge, sea-like atmosphere erupted from his body, and even the void around him was twisted under this force.

This moment of Song Yuanyi, the look is cold, the stalwart, heavy, contains the body of infinite power, like a mountain in the sky, has become the deserved center of the whole world.

"How is it possible that his strength is so strong!"

Wang Chong whispered in his heart and looked at the back of the mountain. For the first time, there was a thick taboo in his heart.

Liuyicheng, Wang Chong and these black-skinned people who have been semi-Uru, or black flames, have been handed over. Because of this, they know how powerful their strength is. Wang Chong originally thought that the strength of Song Yuanyi was strong, but it should be the peak of the holy martial arts and the top level of the empire.

But at this moment, Wang Chong felt that his judgment was wrong. The combat power of this person is probably not much weaker than that of the Master. In two years, Master has been restless, restored the original cultivation, and also realized the existence of the micro-environment.

However, these opponents of the old master of the evil spirits are afraid that they will not be idle for the past two years. With Master’s suspicious character in the past, he was able to count on him. There is absolutely no goodness. And compared with Master, these people have at least a year and a half to understand the time of the martial arts realm.

When Master learned "into the micro-environment", these masters' enemies were afraid that they also had a lot of entry into their respective martial arts.

This person is extremely dangerous!

I remembered that Song Yuanyi had always doubted his identity intentionally and unconsciously, and arranged five elders at the foot of the mountain. In an instant, Wang Chong had a strong sense of danger in his heart. The people of Song and Yuan Dynasties, the city is very deep, even if there is Song's help, I am afraid that I am too afraid to win him.

"Can't stay here again!"

Wang Chong’s heart is secret.

However, despite the chaos in the mountains, Wang Chong did not leave immediately. He felt that from the beginning to the present, at the foot of the mountain, the three horrible breaths were hidden there, and they had never been moved. At this time, it seems to be hands-on, I am afraid that it will cause Song Yuanyi and their attention at the same time.

"You can only wait for a while."

Wang Chongqiang pressed himself down and did not move.

"What the **** are you?"

Song Yuanyi stepped calmly, stepping out step by step, pushing toward the black man in front.

As the number one in the whole sectarian world, Song Yuanyi has a kind of heavy and majestic momentum, which makes people feel awkward and frightened.

However, in the face of the question of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, no black man responded.

Hey, the right foot was under heavy weight, and a black man saw the murderous machine and quickly stood out. He grabbed a long sword in his hand and quickly rushed toward Song Yuan. There were two in the moment, and other black people in the moment also came out one after another, one by one, and rushed toward Song Yuanyi.

In this world, there is nothing that they have in their eyes. The strength of Song Yuanyi is higher. In their eyes, it is only a "family", but this "family" is stronger.

"Hey, look for death!"

Song Yuanyi looked cold and faced a black man who was rushing toward himself. No one saw how he shot.

He only saw one hand behind his back, and the other hand bounced slightly. In the blink of an eye, the six or seven roads were even more glaring than the sun, and they broke through the air and hit the black men.

Hey, just listen to a loud noise, whether it is the semi-Uru, or the powerful black flame Shura. In the face of the Song and Yuan dynasty, it seems that the six-seven slaps that popped up at random can not resist.

Hey, the light flashed, I saw that the black people’s chest, heart and other vital parts suddenly appeared a large blood hole, and you can see the back through the blood hole. Even the internal organs in the chest can be seen clearly.

"How can it be?"

A black man stopped his steps and looked at the blood holes in his chest. He was stunned and his face was incredible.

With their strength, even if it is a sharp weapon, it is difficult to cause effective damage to them. But this human being, as a result of their anger, ended their lives, which made them unacceptable.

Hey, these thoughts were crossed in my mind. These black people were black in front of them, and they immediately fell to the ground and did not move.

Silence, incomparable silence!

A black man who had originally rushed to the mountain immediately stopped. His face was pale and his face was full of fear.

"Lord!"

"Lord!"

"Lord!"

......

After a brief silence, all the disciples of the Zhengqi League cheered up and cheered one by one.

These black people don't know where to come out, one by one wearing night clothes, covered with black scarves, looks mysterious, but one by one is too strong and incredible.

Moreover, they cooperated with each other and did not speak a word when they went up the mountain. They formed a stark contrast with the disciples of Wuzu League, just like the ghosts appearing in hell.

It’s just a face-to-face, I don’t know how many disciples of the Zhengmeng are dead in their hands, even the elders are not their opponents. This made everyone feel deep fear and uneasiness, but in the end, these people were still in the hands of the lord. No matter how strong these black people are, in front of the lords, they are only chickens.

"call!"

A burst of airflows, at the foot of the mountain, on the edge of the woods, three brawlers suspended in the air finally got the action.

"They can't resist it!"

The brawler on the left suddenly said:

"I don't think of it, except for the court in the Middle Kingdom of China, there is such a person in this faction!"

"A very strong opponent! It seems that we have to shoot!"

At this time, the fighting people on the right side also spoke. Just because he shot and killed himself so many times, the heroes in this sectarian world deserve a battle.

The middle of the fight finally nodded slightly:

"Let's go!"

"kill!--"

In the distance, there was a burst of shouting and killing. Thanks to the encouragement of Song Yuanyi, all the disciples of all the righteous disciples in all directions were in great spirits. In the campfire, they held high swords and attacked the black men.

"Hey!"

Seeing this scene, on the treetop, the brawler on the left suddenly smiled, and a hint of cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His right hand was held on the shank of the scabbard, and with a slight pull, he turned a black ink-like bend. Knife, half pulled out the scabbard.

Hey!

I only heard a clear knife, and at that time, the fighter immediately disappeared like a blue smoke.

......

At the foot of the mountain, the battle is still going on fiercely. The disciples of Zhengqi League still trap a considerable part of the black people in various places in the mountains.

"kill!"

At the foot of the mountain, a righteous disciple from the outermost part of the battle circle quickly rushed toward a black man.

But the next moment, a strong sense of danger, suddenly emerged from the heart, this disciple of the arrogant alliance, his face changed slightly, suddenly turned his head, and the darkness behind him was dark. Suddenly, a faint knife mark in the air, as thin as a hair, quickly expanded in the eyes.

Hey, the knife flashed, and the disciple of the Zhengqi League did not even react, and it was split into two by a knife. The whole body was staggered up and down, and then suddenly turned into two black flames, burning. Not only that, the flames poured down and even the bare ground around the ten steps burned.

boom!

Just a blink of an eye, the body of the righteous disciple blasted open, and the first one had a second one. Almost at the same time, there was no sign from the place where the righteous disciple was a few steps away. The second disciple of the Zhengmeng League was also cut by a faint arc and turned into a flame that exploded in the sky.

One, two, three, four..., just a blink of an eye, more than a dozen disciples of the martial arts at the foot of the mountain are burning and burning.

The black flame is like sea water, flowing under the mountain.

laugh!

Another knife flashed from the void, but this time, it is no longer aimed at a certain righteous disciple. The faint knives are as thin as hair, and they are twenty or thirty feet long. In an instant, the whole mountain was like being cut.

The twenty or thirty righteous disciples, whether they were aware of it or not, did not realize that in the face of this knife, they were cut like a lamb to be slaughtered. Separate body, burning in a thick black flame.

howl!

A master of the genius, his body was cut open, his head was still fierce in the black flame, and the whole face was distorted by the intense pain.

"what!"

Seeing this scene, the foot of the mountain was still full of excitement. The disciples of the Zhengqi League, who had attacked the black man, showed a look of extreme fear on their faces.

In front of that terrible knife, everyone is as small as an ant. No matter how you resist, there is only one dead end.

The most important thing is that in the blink of an eye, there are so many masters who are dying in the air, they actually did not see who the opponent is. It's like there is a ghost in the air that can't be seen clearly. This feeling is crazy.