The first thousand three hundred and fifty-seven chapters

Oh, it’s a knife, just like harvesting rice and wheat, and more than 20 masters of the arrogant alliance have fallen.

In front of that singer, the lightness of the knife, the entire Zhengmeng people are unstoppable. And that knife light, quickly opened the void, in a zigzag shape, from the foot of the mountain to the mountain to kill.

"The devil is evil, give me a death!"

At this time, a violent drink, like a thunder blasted, from the top of the void, just as the hair is as light as the hair, the naked eye is hard to see, the ray of light flashes, a strong The burning of the flaming hero is like a comet in the sky, and there are twenty feet long knife marks in the past.

Through the flame, a tall figure is faintly visible. His body is strong, like a bronze giant, and his body is covered with a set of fiery red armor. The set of armor is gorgeous, from the sun to the just, the whole armor has a thickness of seven or eight inches, and it is as a spar, giving an indestructible feeling.

"Stars and seas!"

Sikong Yuanjia slammed aloud, and the strength of the whole body was like a landslide and tsunami, and it violently collided with the faint knife marks.

Booming, a wave of waves sweeping all directions, and finally, the knife marks shattered. Just seven or eight feet from the ground, the body shape of the fighting man was first revealed from the void.

His eyes were cold and his muscles were tight. He had a black scimitar in his hand and a cloak dance behind him. He felt like a cheetah that was about to be saved.

On the other side, Sikong Yuanjia forced out the real body of the Brawler, screaming twice, and the foot fell to the ground, immediately squatting and standing unstable.

His face was also pale and pale. Obviously, just in the hands of the match, Sikong Yuanjia also suffered a lot of losses. In the battle with the old Emperor of the Evil, he had not recovered his strength, and he encountered this powerful and powerful fighter. He was immediately injured.

"Humph!"

The scorpion gaze locked the Sikong Yuanjia on the ground, the black scimitar in his hand, and the bloodthirsty scorpion, once again disappeared into the void in a ghostly manner.

"Big emptiness!"

This is an upgraded version of Void, and its speed and power are much stronger than the void. When you show it, there is no breath, and it is very fast. It is also more difficult to judge the real position. Even if the Sergeant is a powerful and powerful elder, it is not easy to capture the figure of the Brawler.

laugh!

Another knife mark appeared, the speed is faster and more sturdy than before. When it emerges, it is already very close to Sikong Yuanjia, and the target is the back of Sikong Yuanjia!

"boom!"

Sikong Yuanjia's face changed, and in a hurry, he only had to rush to condense 80% of the suffocating gas and blast it up. However, the sharpness of that knife was even worse than that of Sikong Yuanjia. With only one knife, it immediately opened the suffocation of Sikong Yuanjia, and the arrogant knife slammed into the back of Sikong Yuanjia.

"dead!"

In the depths of the void, the mouth of the brawler reveals a cruel smile. He cultivates a top-notch knife in the organization of the black man, called "Thousands of Rounds!"

This knife surgery, in the beginning, needs to take out ten knives, one hundred knives, one thousand knives and even more in one second. But when it reached the highest level, all the knives condensed into one, and it became the faint knife mark that was as thick as the hair.

Simple and plain, but powerful but incredible.

Even the strongest of the imperial generals can also cut off their arrogance like a piece of paper.

Boom, Ling Xiao's unsatisfied suffocating squatting on the body of Sikong Yuanjia, but the next moment the knife smashed, the sharp knife is like a fortress in the middle of the squad, actually the whole set of seven empty eight-inch inch The thick armor was blocked.

Sikong Yuanjia rolled in midair, and the force contained in the knife gas shook more than 20 meters. His face instantly became pale, but he was finally blocked by him.

Wish you a god!

This is a unique set of unique learning from Sikong Yuanjia. From the beginning of cultivation to success, it took him 20 years to finally reach the inside and outside, and it was extremely satisfactory.

Sikong Yuanjia is one of the few elders who have the strongest strength in Zhengqi, relying on this school. Even if it is a strong school, it will be difficult to cause too much damage to him in the face of Sikong Yuanjia.

But the next moment, oh, a crisp sound came, and Sikong Yuanjia’s position on the chest near the chest did not show any signs. Suddenly cracked a series of broken cracks. Seeing these cracks, Sikong Yuanjia lost his calmness. .

“So possible?”

Sikong Yuanjia’s heart immediately gave birth to a great taboo. The armor on his body is stronger than the real steel, and he can crack on his armor with a knife. The other's knife is more powerful than he imagined.

"Humph!"

The Brawler in midair clearly noticed this scene, his eyes were cold, and the long knife was pulled out to attack again.

"Sco elders, let us help you!"

At this time, the light flashed, and the elders in other directions at the foot of the mountain also came over at this time.

The breeze blew, the treetops in the distance, the sneer on the right side sneered, his footsteps one step, one step is more than ten feet, two steps in succession, one flash disappeared immediately.

The second fighter did not alarm anyone. His body was as light as smoke, and Sikong Yuanjia and others passed by and quickly went to the foothills.

With a big void, the innate invincible land, the first fightr does not need his help. On the contrary, the existence of the mountain, Song Yuanyi, has caused great threat to all black people. With his strength, bloody, they are not opponents at all.

"Is it finally released?"

The mountain breeze, the huge Zhengqi contenduous flag, in front of the white tent, Song Yuanyi robes hunting high vision, a pair of deep eyelids through the void, has already mastered all the movements around.

Whether it is the fighting man at the foot of the mountain and the battle of Sikong Yuanjia, it is still difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, the second squad who is rushing at the speed of thunder, or the leader who has not shot at the treetop in the distance. All escaped the law of Song Yuanyi.

From the beginning of the battle, he noticed their existence, shooting people first shot horses, thieves first smashed the king, Song Yuanyi knows well, the three fighting talents that have been doing nothing is the biggest threat of the entire Zhengmeng League.

Only by defeating them will it be possible to truly disintegrate this crisis.

This is why he has not been hands-on and is suffocating.

"kill!--"

On the foothills, shouting and killing, the swords and screams are endless, and all the black people in the face of Song Yuanyi’s front are defeated. I saw the terrible killing of Song and Yuan Dynasties, even if it was bloody, I was afraid, not to mention other people. All black people are far away, almost subconsciously avoiding Song Yuanyi.

The lord of this righteous alliance has become incredible in their eyes,

"Rewind! This guy is too strong, give it to the boss to deal with him!"

In the crowd, **** screams.

From the beginning to the present, at least 80% of those who died in battle died in the hands of Song Yuanyi. Such a character is simply a killing god. Now he can only expect three leaders to take the shot.

Huh, the breeze swayed, Song Yuanyi, a robes, stepped away from the top of the mountain and went to the battlefield.

As the center of the entire battlefield, the strength is completely the dominant level. The actions of Song Yuanyi attracted the attention of countless people. When the Song and Yuan dynasties were moved, the cold sweats of all people flowed out.

Many black people were pale and immediately retreated involuntarily.

"laugh!"

Song Yuanyi looked indifferent, his finger shot, and one of the most forward-looking black men was immediately hit by a slap in the air and fell straight to the ground.

And Song Yuanyi did not have the slightest wave on his face, and continued to walk in the void.

Hey, just after taking five or six steps, Song Yuanyi palm one hand, and an exclamation came out in an instant. A black man suddenly got hooked up by an invisible chain and instantly fell into the palm of Song Yuanyi. Like a duck, he was held in his hand and hung in the air.

"Say! Who are you guys? Why do you want to start with us!"

The Song and Yuan Dynasties were condescending, and they said in a calm and calm, but infinitely fearful tone.

"Humph!"

The latter was just a sneer. Before the Song Yuanyi shot, he immediately bite his teeth, and a black blood flowed out of his mouth. The whole man's palm hanged and there was no breath.

Seeing this scene, Song Yuanyi finally frowned for the first time:

"It turned out to be a dead man!"

In the sectarian world, vendetta is a normal thing, but few people will hide poison between their teeth like these black people. Once they are desecrated, they commit suicide immediately. Any sectarian, including wicked children, will not do this. This is something that only a slain can do.

"Liu Elder, Kang Elder!"

At this time, Song Yuanyi swept through the two elders in the fierce battle, and suddenly began to speak.

The two men were disorganized and obviously injured in the battle.

"Lord!"

Upon hearing the voice of Song Yuanyi, the two took the opportunity to immediately retreat and flew to the side of Song Yuanyi. The two men looked pale and their looks were not very good.

Among all the elders of the Zhengmeng League, their repairs were slightly weaker, so they were weaker than the Moro fire and the fire of the fire. Two of these black people, two of them, would have this kind of flame, which made their suffocation extremely expensive.

"These people are handed over to you!"

Song and Yuan together. He didn't lift his head, but his fingers smashed twice. The next moment, the two strengths broke out and they didn't even enter the body of the two.

At a glance, I saw that the breath in the body of the two people exploded rapidly, and the injury on the body quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. One of the elders of the surname Liu, a knife from the left chest to the right abdomen, quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye and grew new tender meat.

Hey, Song Yuan did not lift one head, and it was a few fingers that popped up. In the fierce battlefield, a few seriously injured, the masters of the righteous coals who are struggling to support, the breath of the whole body suddenly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in a blink of an eye, their faces were ruddy, one by one, and the other was alive and dead. .

"Hey!"

At the top of the mountain, Wang Chong stood behind a huge rock. When he saw this scene, his eyelids jumped two times. In the martial arts, he recovered his skills for healing. This is something that all military people can do, but there is no such thing. Like Song Yuanyi, the portraits can be used to smear the wounds at the same time as the naked ones, and the scars on their bodies can be wiped out at a speed visible to the naked eye, allowing the wound to heal quickly.

This point, I am afraid that eight or nine percent of the military can not do it. This is no longer a normal martial arts category.

"Changchun decided!"

In the light stone fire, a thought passed over the mind, Wang Chong faintly thought of something, but did not wait for Wang Chong think clearly, the next moment, the battlefield in the distance has undergone a terrible change.