rebirth proud of the world

() "Roar!" Po Jian didn't care about these things. After holding it in for a while, he didn't fight with all his might. With a loud roar, he stood upright and trampled on the earth. He was surrounded by golden lights, holding a big sword in his hand, like a golden armored god.

He attacked with force and was invincible.

"Swish--"

With one sword, the golden sword light burst into a hundred feet of void, completely condensed into substance, swept across the board, killing thousands of troops, and hundreds of red blood flowers suddenly appeared in the void.

The shrill screams were heart-wrenching, and they were heard from the mouths of a large number of powerful witch clans in the Southern Barbarians.

With just one attack, Po Jian killed more than a hundred second-level masters on the spot!

The powerful fluctuations of power spread across the nine heavens and ten earths, suppressing the entire audience, unparalleled.

"Roar!" Pojian roared to the sky, with a rainbow of momentum. He leaped and entered the group of thousands of Southern Barbarian Witch Masters with fearlessness.

The sword in his hand was strong and powerful, and it was fast and very fast when he waved it.

The golden sword energy appears and disappears, sometimes hard and sometimes soft, like a dragon and snake dancing, a torrent breaks through the gate, anger is shattered, unpredictable, and unpredictable.

The steps under the feet of Breaking Hard are not weak at all, and they are inconsistent.

Sometimes it is as stable as Mount Tai, as if it has been rooted in the earth, with a vein of thousands of miles away.

Sometimes, the clouds and water flow, and the whole place was like entering a no-man's land, and there was a faint look of nine steps falling into the gods.

With his own strength, he defeated thousands of masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, retreated step by step, and left behind the bodies of the ground.

"How...how could it be so strong?"

"So flexible! Why can such a big body still be so flexible?"

"Why does a monster still use a knife? It can still be paced? Does this make people live?"

"The powerful power of the fifth-level holy monster, coupled with the wonderful jing skills, the invincible fifth-level holy weapons, and the magical pace... Even the fifth-level great-level holy beast master will be at a disadvantage!"

When fighting against Po Jian, the Southern Barbarian Witch Warriors were shocked and angry, and no one was the one-match general in Po Jian's hands.

At this moment, the black iron sword of the saberiot seemed to be transformed into a sickle that reaped life for the god of death. Every time it swung, life would inevitably pass away.

"Roar!" Yan Fu, who was fighting on the other side, suddenly had a light in his eyes. He roared lowly. The power of the blazing flames wrapped around his body suddenly surged, and the range of she was twice as popular as before.

The clouds burned red.

Dozens of second-level masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan who were close to each other were instantly swallowed by the Bear Red Flame, and thus turned into ashes.

There were also dozens of second-level masters who escaped quickly and two third-level golden fighters, both injured to varying degrees. A look of horror flashed in their eyes.

Seeing Po Jian’s spirit and invincibility, Yan Nu finally couldn’t help but get angry.

Its outrage, the power of the blazing red-se flames that covered hundreds of feet in a radius was suddenly stirred by three green-se torrents, turning into a flame tornado like a thousand-foot red-se fire dragon!

"Rumbling rumble rumble rumble rumble-"

The fluctuating power fluctuations were like the volcano erupting. A volcano erupted, transmitting thousands of feet of voids, which were powerful enough to make ordinary masters of the fifth-level holy realm despair.

The Wrath of Emperor Yan!

Based on the power of Yanqi itself, Honglibing merges the power of the wind and the power of the fallen god step, creating a unique skill of wind and fire fusion!

Once implemented, the Legion of Destruction will be no problem!

The world is filled with the breath of destruction that burns all over the world.

"No! Hide!" Pudiwaru suddenly changed his face and flew away like a stream of light. But it was too late at this moment.

Yan Fu, who understands the principle of capturing the king first, is simply the ultimate killing move Yan Emperor released by Pudiwaru.

"Rumbling rumble rumble rumble rumble-"

A thousand-foot red sequel flame tornado is extremely violent. The red flames and bears burn and destroy all tangible substances in the world.

With the blessing of the power of the wind, the speed has reached an amazing level.

In the blink of an eye, Pudiwalu swept across it with hundreds of Southern Barbarian Witch Warriors.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

A shrill scream came from the tornado of flames, heart-wrenching, mixed with a strong sense of reluctance.

But soon, there was no sound at all.

Even the third-level golden fighter cannot last much time under the attack of the Thousand-She Red Se Flame Tornado.

When the flames dissipated, the thousand-foot-long red scattered flame tornado was raging, and it had turned into a sea of ​​magma. The bones of hundreds of Southern Barbarian Witch Masters were gone and were directly burned into scum.

Pudiwaru's fifth-level holy weapon, the blood-se battle knife, lay quietly on the red magma, its light was dim and there was no holder.

Pudivaru dies!

After all this, Yan Fu's flames all over his body dimmed significantly, and his expression became much lower than before.

But he killed a top fourth-level master and hundreds of Southern Barbarian Witch Masters with one move, but he roared to the sky with excitement, looking very proud and arrogant.

From time to time, I looked at Pojian twice.

The red tail behind the butt was swaying, as if she was showing off her pride.

"Roar!" Po Jian roared angrily, his eyes widened, and the blood in his chest was also stimulated by Yan's anger.

Its body shook, and the sharp gold power was swelled up. Its ultimate move was used, and it slashed out with one sword. Thousands of golden sword lights broke through the air and stirred up like a rainstorm, which was airtight, and it was radiating thousands of feet wide.

Hundreds of Southern Barbarian Witch Clans were pierced by the golden sword light without any resistance, and they were killed on the spot, with blood, corpses, internal organs, and intestines flowing all over the ground.

Such terrifying power scared the hundreds of warriors of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan on the spot, and their fighting spirit was greatly reduced.

"Roar!" Po Jian held a big sword in his hand, straightened his body, turned around and looked at Yan angrily, with a strong provocation in his eyes.

Yan Nu, Po Jian, has always been a competitor. Before meeting Honglibing, he still followed Honglibing together.

With the help of Honglibing, their strength has grown very fast in the past five years.

Not only have they evolved into a fourth-level powerful monster, but they also have powerful power comparable to the fifth-level holy monster.

In terms of equipment, Yan Nu has four imitation kamikaze boots, two imitation kamikaze boots and a zhang-long sword, which is basically the same.

In terms of combat skills, Yan Nu learned the simplified version of the God-Slaying Step of the God-Slaying Step, and the ultimate speed is as fast as the fifth-level holy beast in Zhentian.

As for short-distance movement, it is even more amazing, with no mistake, and the whole audience is like walking in the garden.

Hong Liebing is fair, and he gave him the sword skills to break the tough, and he returned to nature with one move, abandoning prosperity and taking advantage of its wiseness.

In addition, he has mastered some of the steps of the God-Slaying Strike, which makes Po Jian’s combat power extremely amazing. It is a point-to-point match for Yan No. 1, no matter how far it is.

In contrast, although Zhentian is a fifth-level holy monster, he is a little worse in combat power than Yan Nu who has followed Hong Liebing for five years.

But it is also quite good. It has the ability to fly in the air and sometimes it can be of great use.

In terms of combat power, it is enough to match the masters of the Holy Land of the fifth-level human beings. The Legion of Destruction is no problem.

Yan Nu, Po Jian, and Zhen Tian. Once the three teams up, even if they still lose to the masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, they will be almost the same as that of the masters of the entire Nanman Witch Clan. They can be fully capable of confronting head-on and moving forward and retreat calmly.

When the initial power has not been consumed too much, it can kill a large number of enemies without being injured.

However, compared with the fierce killing, Yanqi, Po Jian and Zhen Tian, ​​Hong Liebing, who was the master, acted extremely unbearable.

The long sword of blood se is invincible and has nothing to stop. It is as fast as a stunning bird, and it has no energy consumption and insufficient supply.

Hongliobing, who was chasing him closely, felt a headache. The nine steps of the god-falling spirit were mixed and shrunk into a magical power. After using it one after another, it could only barely be touched directly.

It is completely impossible to keep the distance and shake off the blood-scared sword.

Hong Liebing was very sad to find that his absolute speed was far less than that of the Blood Se Long Sword.

The magical power of shrinking the ground into a small area is used one after another, but it consumes too much the crack of the innocent energy.

The Nine Heavenly Hands of the Immortal Body of the God of War were directly penetrated like thin paper, without any use.

As for the precious seventh-level artifact, the absolutely hard and sharp ethereal sword, I am worried that the consequences of using it are too serious and I dare not use it at all.

For a moment, he seemed to be in a desperate situation of extreme tragic.

"I'll knock it! When did my charm index explode, and even the sword began to chase me?" Hong Liebing gritted her teeth, and she was furious, and some very bad thoughts suddenly appeared in her heart.

"Hehe... I understand. The sword spirit in this blood sword must be a dissatisfied girl. I want to be stabbed by me a few times, so I will have a good time..."

"Huh? It's not right! In this situation, no matter how you look at it, it's chasing me and trying to stab me."

"Uh... Isn't it the sword spirit of the long sword of blood? It's a pervert who is a genius. I'm going to have a good body?"

At this point, Hong Liebing shivered suddenly and her face turned pale in an instant.

"no!"

“The situation is getting extremely serious now!”

"A bad thing, my life and my life will be lost together!"

"We can't continue like this!"

"You have to find some scapegoats!"

Hong Liebing nodded secretly. On the way to escape, his eyes quickly swept the whole audience.

Soon, the Southern Barbarian Witch Warriors who were densely packed, thousands, were full of momentum and fearless of death, were attracted by him.

"Well, I'll choose you!"

"Anyway, the hatred is already very big, and it doesn't matter if there are more than a few blood feuds!"

"Well... I can't say that after killing all the fools of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, my ancestors, fathers, Uncle Fu, Uncle De, and others, I will praise me for doing beautiful things, remember great achievements and give me rewards."

"Okay! That's such a pleasant decision!"

Hong Liebing did it as soon as he said that, and once he used his magical powers to shrink into a small place, he directly crossed time and space and appeared in the dense group of Southern Barbarian Witch Masters.

"Hehe..." He sneered twice. The moment he showed his body, the ethereal sword around his waist clanged and suddenly came out of the sheath, and the cold light four shes. (To be continued.)