Supreme Demon

There is one person in the seven hundred and sixty-sixth chapter

The valley is bleeding.

The broken rock and the cracked earth will fill the whole world with a ruinous atmosphere. The magic in the sky is scattered, the heavens and the earth are exhausted, and the circle is like a vacuum for dozens of miles. It is dead and windless. .

Qin Yutian’s four people gasped and pale, terrible, especially the alum. The whole person looked very bloodthirsty. There were seven people entering the sixth battlefield this year, but they were able to go out alive. I am afraid that there is none.

He, Qin Yutian, Zhang Linger, and Cui Mingfeng may all die in the hands of the cloak.

Is this the end?

Everyone is very heavy, depressed to suffocate, and with their seriously wounded body, can they kill the cloak?

"Four cockroaches, dare to hurt me?"

The cloak of the cloak was broken, and the cloak was shattered. If it was looming, he could see his half pale face, but it was strange to everyone, and no one knew what force the cloak came from.

"The head is exposed, but it is not the case!"

Qin Haotian spit out a blood, and glared at the cloak.

"Old man, Hugh to be proud, we will kill you today!" Ming Hao hate the sky, the sword in his hand emerged a round of the sun, like a lightning, sharp force, almost torn the valley.

"Old man, you are a martial art killed by us to this extent, what can be arrogant?" Cui Mingfeng pressed the blood of his chest, his eyes said coldly.

"I will take you one by one!"

The cloak is close to his eyes, and his heart is very angry. It is true that he is not conspicuous in the battlefield of the gods and devils. The talent is inferior to the clear and the moonlight, but he has ambitions and can only find another way, even though he broke into the Shinto. Environment, but still too bleak.

This is his heart disease!

At this time, his full glory was smashed by Qin Yutian, and the anger in his heart can be imagined.

"call out!"

Suddenly, his body flashed, and the nine-section whip glowed, turning into a silver dragon, bathed in the light of the gods, flying to the Qin Emperor, four people, fierce and arrogant, this is the Shinto practice, once killed, the dragon Just like living, the scales can kill Wu Zun.

"Blood sacrifice!"

Qin Haotian shouted, and he flew five drops of blood in his five internal organs, and fell on the gun of the Overlord. Although his face was white, the Gun of the Kings shone with unprecedented glory.

"Hey!"

Time and space jitter, in the vicinity of the fighter gun, a black crack, covering its hegemony, under the stimulation of the blood, the overlord gun and Qin Haotian all merged and flew into his body.

"The gun god!"

A dull air flow, against the heavens and the earth, 惶惶天威, is bursting out with a sigh of momentum, a drop of **** guns flying from the Qin dynasty Tian Baihui hole, the power of horror at this moment, finally Break through the realm of Shinto.

There is no gun in his hand, but there is a gun in his heart!

This is the gun god!

"bass!"

One shot killed, the wind changed, and the magic light was pierced by this gun. It slammed into the dragon, and the gods were vast, like to wear this Fangyu.

"Ding!"

The overlord shot was shot on the dragon, sputtering a fire, a metal-like slamming sound, and even the shocking human eardrum was bleeding.

The dragon was very fierce, the scales were strong and scary, and the gun gods were all resisted. The two confronted each other in the air and made a terrible shock.

"Crazed!"

After dozens of confrontations, the sharpness of the gun **** finally crushed a scale of the dragon, and assassinated it in one fell swoop, with silvery white blood flowing down.

Immediately, the silver dragon rolled, and the mouth swallowed the gun **** into the mouth. A shrine shines from its mouth, squeezing and smashing, especially its fangs. Once it is bitten, it is even a gun god. It's hard to break free.

"Give me broken!"

Qin Haotian drank, his treasure was solemn, his hands were suddenly combined.

When the time came, the gun **** burst into bursts, such as the big bang of the Shinto warrior, the stunned smashing, was enough to crush a Wu Zun, and the silver dragon, although extraordinary, but also in this huge explosion, the chin was pierced The three great caves are broken, and if they are not shocked by the light, I am afraid that it has been killed by this attack.

"what!"

The cloak vomited blood and screamed. The silver dragon was connected with his blood. When he was seriously injured, he would also suffer from reflexion, especially the explosion of the gun god, the sacred wave, and he was also killed.

He stepped back one step backwards and stared at Qin Haotian with a gloomy face. This is a arrogance. A gun is fascinating. The future achievements are not afraid of being small. Therefore, it must not be left behind.

"Old man, die!" Cui Mingfeng, Zhang Linger killed.

Cui Mingfeng was killed in the 18th day, and a razor knife smashed the sky and chopped it over the silver dragon. The scales of the scorpion cracked a crack. Then he even cut seven knives. Every knife was fierce. Incomparably, the silver dragon killed is terrible, and the giant tail is smashed.

Hey!

Cui Mingfeng flew backwards, and the seven blews bleed. Although he had resisted with the long days of blasphemy, the silver dragon was too strong, and his body was not enough.

However, when he flew out, his eyebrows brightened, and a round of remnants hit the silver dragon, and the "噗" blew into its body.

That moon is too mysterious.

It is more arrogant than the long-lasting knife. It is definitely not inferior to the gun god. It breaks the silver dragon scales and blasts a large basin of blood. It also makes the cloak vomiting blood, and the footsteps slammed backwards. .

"cut!"

At this time, Zhang Linger rushed to the silver dragon, and the broken ribbon became a straight light knife. The "嗤" smashed into the body of Yinlong along the blood hole, and the whole flesh and blood was opened, and the internal organs were clearly visible. .

Hey!

Silver dragon scorpion, body tumbling, giant tail smashed over, as fast as lightning, directly flew Zhang Linger, and then it smashed the past, claws and teeth all killed.

"Flying in the air!"

Zhang Linger's face was heavy, she even sprayed five big mouth blood, and then, the broken ribbon was merged into one, and it was sprayed out from it. If a flower was in full bloom, it swallowed all the spirits and entangled the silver dragon. Let it stop.

Imprisoned in the air!

This is also the ancient practice of the Holy Mountain, can become one of the three saints, Zhang Linger is also a leisurely generation.

However, this is a taboo practice, it will exhaust the physical strength, and it will seriously hurt the dying, and she will not display it when she is not in life or death.

thump!

The next moment, Zhang Linger fell down, she has already reached the limit, the power of Wu Zun is dull, like it will be broken at any time, it is impossible for the cloak to fight.

"kill you!"

After Zhang Linger, Ming Hao also killed, and he brewed for a little longer.

The three rounds of the sun emerged together, one round of a round, one round more dazzling than the other round. Unlike before, these three rounds of the sun are bathed in three heavens, which is also the ultimate breakthrough of Ming, the two rounds of the sun represent the Wuzun Extreme.

Then, three rounds can be compared to Shinto!

"Stab!"

The three rounds of the sun hit the body in the silver dragon's torn ribbon, and penetrated the entire body directly from the mouth.

Its fangs are broken.

Its scales are cracked.

Its body is bleeding!

"what!"

The cloak man vomited blood and his face was white. His body was twitching. The flesh and blood and the bone head were porcelain. They cracked and opened. The silver dragon was sacrificed by his heart. Although he could not be said to be the first-class martial art, he was absolutely terrible.

However, under the joint of the four peaks, Wu Zun, it was to be shattered.

"Dead!"

The Ming dynasty and the blood were both dry, but they still killed the past. The sword stabbed the head of the cloak and killed him in the air.

"choke!"

The cloak man shook the nine-section whip and slammed the past. In an instant, the sword was shaken, and the whip was like a snake. As a result, he pierced the chest of the alum and flew the whole person. Go out.

Still losing!

"kill!"

Cui Mingfeng and Qin Haotian killed together. They burned blood and slammed the cloak.

"when!"

Cui Mingfeng's long day knives were resisted, and the nine-section whip tore his chest. From the right shoulder all the way down, he almost split his dantian. Then he flew out, breathless, and eyesless.

"boom!"

Qin Haotian screamed, and he slammed his back, pumping blood and dripping into the internal organs, and the whole person would blow up.

Immediately, he also flew out, crashing several small mountains, buried by the scattered stones, and never climbed out.

The four did their best.

However, it is still the end of the scene, which makes everyone very sad, Wu Shen is ultimately Wu Shen, they rely on blood sacrifices, exercises, forced to promote to the realm of the Shinto, it is only a pseudo-God, is not an opponent of the Valkyrie.

"Unfortunately, you can't pull him to die together!" Cui Mingfeng regrets that this rebel **** will inevitably become a big worry for everyone. It is likely to subvert the entire battlefield. They would rather die and want to drag the cloak.

After all, it is a failure!

"Abandoned Xiaoqi, Yin Shenzong, seven Wu Zun, and us, this is definitely a big event in the battlefield of the gods and gods. With a clear character, I am afraid that I will overturn the sixth battlefield. At that time, he may not be able to hide. Go on," Zhang Linger said.

"Through our death, to imprint this demon!" Cui Mingfeng sneered, he and Zhang Linger's mind are connected, has already imprinted into the bottom of the valley, with the power of clearing the sky, you can certainly find the problem.

"Several idiots!"

The cloak was very wounded. He sneered and looked at the crowd. "When you are dead, this piece of valley will not exist. You want to tell them by branding. It is still very delusional."

Cui Mingfeng, Zhang Linger, and Ming Hao face a white.

"You can all die!"

The cloak came to the trio, and the hurdles of the ninth squad were about to be smashed, but his face changed suddenly, and he flashed to the side in the blink of an eye.

laugh!

A palm of light shattered his place, a spider-like crack, constantly permeating the surroundings, and then, in the eyes of everyone's delight, one person pushed open the rock and walked out.

"Is it too early to say this now?" Ling Feng was in the blood, his clothes were broken, but his blood was very strong. He yelled. "The deity is just fainting, not dead yet, they are not Your opponent, but there is still one!"