He Has a Dragon

Zheng Ge smiled bitterly and shook his head. He looked at the increasingly red sky, and still said desperately: "Everyone under the sky is an ant. Brother Wang, if anyone else can escape tonight, maybe you are the only one."

Before Wang Le could ask, Zheng Ge said, "Because the invisibility technique you used is too weird, maybe you can escape from the clutches of Lord Huoyun. Well, maybe..."

At this time, Fatty Huang looked at Wang Le with a mournful face, and said sadly: "Brother Wang, if you can escape and wait until you reach the border, remember to tell your master that I can't fulfill my filial piety to him. .”

After a pause, Fatty Huang quickly changed his face, changed the subject, and said through gritted teeth: "Tell me Master, if he doesn't kill Lord Huoyun to avenge my disciple, even if the disciple turns into a ghost, he will still be dead." Don’t let him go!”

"Pfft!" Three thick black lines suddenly appeared on Wang Le's forehead, and he sighed helplessly: "You do have confidence in me, but the key is that I don't have much confidence in myself!"

After a pause, Wang Le looked at the man who was approaching, illuminating the world as crimson as daylight, and murmured: "He is a strong man in the heavenly realm, and no one is sure that he can escape."

Immediately, as the crowd on the opposite side greeted and bowed respectfully, the crimson color that covered the sky covering the stars and the silver moon began to shrink. At a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, it quickly condensed to a high altitude like lightning and flint.

When he saw it clearly again, he saw a tall human figure standing high in the sky, his whole body wrapped in red light, making it appear blurry.

After a short three or four seconds, the blooming crimson light converged, finally revealing the burly figure of Lord Huoyun wearing a bright red robe.

Wang Le narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the Lord Huoyun who was falling from a high altitude with his hands behind his back. He felt that his appearance was a bit mixed-race.

His facial features are sharp and angular, his facial features are three-dimensional, his eyebrows are like ink, and his eyes are even red.

Coupled with this burly and tall figure, Wang Le couldn't help but jokingly thought to himself: "If this Huoyun Master was born in the world of mortals, he would be a top international model when he walked on the catwalk, and he would be a red duck when he worked in Cowherd's shop! "

Lord Huo Yun fell from the sky in a leisurely manner as if he was strolling in a courtyard. His long red hair was like a ball of flying flames, fluttering in the wind.

This invisible momentum seemed to be created inadvertently, making the warriors on the opposite side who were prostrating on the ground even more worshipful and awe; it also made the people on the trial team even more desperate, as if they saw the road to hell right in front of them, only one step away.

When Lord Huoyun fell to the ground,

I heard those warriors who were prostrating on the ground, regardless of their level of cultivation, shouting in unison: "Disciples pay homage to the Great Master!"

The expressionless Great Master Huoyun glanced at the Fire Worship Cult disciples in front of him and said calmly: "It's been so many days, but I still can't do anything to these fledgling yellow-haired boys. Instead, they killed a lot of them. You guys?" What a bunch of rubbish."

Everyone suddenly trembled and their heads bowed even further. The five late-stage warriors kneeling at the front said in unison with fear and fear: "This disciple is not doing his job well, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Lord Huoyun waved the sleeves of his red robe and hummed softly: "If you are punished, you can deal with those yellow-haired boys on the opposite side as soon as possible. I am happy to do it."

Immediately, Lord Huoyun glanced at everyone, and commanded in a nonchalant manner: "Whether it is a reward or a punishment, we will wait until we return to the religion. Now, please stand up for me!"

After finishing speaking, Master Huoyun walked around the disciples who were kneeling on the ground and walked slowly towards the Alliance Trial Team.

When everyone saw this, their hearts tightened, and they subconsciously took two steps back before stopping, because no matter how much they stepped back, it would not help!

Wang Le, who took two steps back with the crowd, looked at the approaching Lord Huoyun and sighed in his heart: "In this guy's eyes, all of us were already dead from the moment he appeared. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be this leisurely and elegant cat-and-mouse scene.”

Thinking of this, Wang Dashou muttered to himself: "This is really a bad taste that makes me feel angry."

At this time, Lord Huoyun stood five meters away from the alliance trial team and did not move forward.

The two deacons Tian and Zhao and the guardian with a broken arm left Wang Le and walked to the front of the crowd, blocking the members of the trial team behind them.

Although the three of them knew that if they did this, they would not be able to block a casual attack from Lord Huo Yun who was in the realm of heaven, but they still did it.

Because their duty is to protect the members of the Alliance Trial Team behind them.

Unless they die, otherwise, never give up!

But facing Lord Huoyun and the crushing power, the three of them still couldn't help but feel deep despair.

Lord Huo Yun glanced at everyone with his lofty eyes and said calmly: "Although your martial arts talents are outstanding and you are the best among your peers, as long as there is enough time, some of you will be born in the realm of martial arts heaven." Strong ones, and quite a few.”

"But it is a pity that you were born in the wrong era. The alliance has lost its deer, and the heroes of the world are chasing it. Troubled times have come, so you who represent the future hope of the martial arts alliance have to die."

Having said this, Master Huo Yun finally showed a smile on his face that showed no emotion or anger, and said: "You should feel honored because you can die in my hands."

"Uh!" Wang Le was speechless and thought to himself: "You guys who feel good about themselves, I haven't lived enough yet, so I don't want to die in your hands."

At this time, Deacon Tian looked at Lord Huoyun across from him and said in a deep voice: "Although there is intrigue within the Alliance Presbyterian Church and it will be disbanded sooner or later, it will never let you Zoroastrian Cult go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone among the trial team members behind him shouted: "That's right, if you kill us, the Presbyterian Council will never let go of the ambitious Zoroastrian Cult!"

Master Huoyun didn't have any threatening words from the other party, but felt that there was some disrespect.

Because in his eyes, the swarm of ants in front of him are like grasshoppers after autumn, unable to jump more than a few times.

Immediately, Lord Huo Yun kept smiling, looked at the squat player with a flat nose and small eyes who was shouting in the crowd, and then said: "How the Elders will deal with my Zoroastrian Cult has nothing to do with you. "

After a pause, Lord Huoyun's smile was filled with chills, and he said, "Because by then, you will all be dead."

Before he could even finish his words, Master Huoyun suddenly reached out his big hand from the sleeves of his red robe.

At this moment, Master Huoyun stretched out his left hand and transformed into a fiery red cloud-like hand from the void, grabbing the trial member with a flat nose and small eyes in the crowd as fast as lightning!