Fantasy: The Script Is Tampered With, And The Supporting Role Becomes Destiny!

At this moment, the wings behind him were constantly fluttering, and a gust of wind swept through the dark area, and there was still a thunderbolt in that gust of wind.

"Thunder storm." Sikong roared angrily.

At this moment, Shi Fan, who was in front of him, obviously also felt the gust of wind in front of him, and felt the breath of thunder and lightning blowing towards his face.

The thunder and lightning raged on his body, and he felt a tingling sensation on the surface of his skin.

But in the next second, he forcibly held back the discomfort in his body, and then stood still, his naked upper body shining with bursts of golden light.

"Fudo Mingwang body, Pluto is present." As he roared, a big Buddha appeared behind him, but that big Buddha looked so weird, with some Sacred, and some monsters.

That strange big Buddha also had many hands on its back at this time, and while emitting the strange light of the Sacred, one after another black palm prints hit Sikong Yun in front of him.

But the storm in front of him was mixed with purple thunder, it was so powerful that the black palm prints were constantly being offset.

"Hehe, boy, you think this matter too simply, and you don't have the ability now." Sikong Yun sneered.

Then the pair of wings behind him fluttered more powerfully, and the gust of wind was mixed with purple thunder in an instant, making the entire dark space look even more terrifying.

At this time, Shi Fan also roared angrily: "Xiao Ye, what the hell are you doing, you bloody bastard? If you don't act quickly, then I will die at the hands of this guy today.

That is at least very helpless, he is most likely to be the most aggrieved one, he will be blown to death by the wind on the wings of this person in front of him, this is something he has never thought about.

Afterwards, there was no movement in the dark space, and Sikong Yun also sneered at this time: "Do you think that you can save you all by relying on him? Do you think I haven't thought about what you are planning? Relying on you to hold me back and let that kid find a chance to succeed."

"The boy you are still too young has already been suppressed by me to death. Now this dark space is full of thunderstorms. Now he can't escape himself. Does he still have a chance to assassinate me?"

At this time, Shi Fan also roared angrily: "Xiao Ye, are you still alive, you bloody bastard? If you are still alive, then make (cebb) something for me, otherwise I will be in the Here it is."

But these words resounded through the entire formation for a long time, and there was still no response. Shi Fan was also full of black lines at this time, and he couldn't believe that Xiao Ye was dead.

"Damn it, this guy is really going to squeeze out the last time I do this in my body." Shi Fan roared angrily.

Suddenly, the Sacred but strange big Buddha behind him stretched out more palms behind him, and those palms made black palm prints again and again.

"Wanxiang Senluo Yin." Shi Fan roared angrily at this time, and the movements of his hands did not dare to stop at all, they were constantly pulling away from his body, towards the big Buddha behind him.

After the roar, the black hand kept swaying towards the front, as if ignoring the resistance of the gust of wind, but Sikong Yun in front of him was also not easy to provoke.

"Hehe, boy, "resign yourself to fate." The ten pairs of black wings behind Sikong Wei were also flickering with Lei Yi constantly flapping.

Shi Fan is also not a fuel-efficient lamp, only seeing that his palm prints seem to have ignored the gust of wind and rushed towards Sikong Yun in front of him.

And Sikong Yun was also in a bit of a bad situation at this time, in that instant, he noticed a slight air current behind him.

Then he saw that the dagger behind him was only an inch away from Own's head, and he was also very flustered now, turning his head away.

Wanting to avoid the knife, but found that the figure behind him didn't move at all, just stagnated behind him. He suddenly realized that something was wrong, and the movements of his hands also slowly started, and the black ones in front of him Vientiane Sen Luo Yin, has ignored the strong wind and came to Own, hitting Own in the chest.