The God of Destruction

"It seems that you are the slave owner here? The strength is good." Pan Chen's voice was not loud, but it made everyone hear clearly, making them feel a bitter chill in their hearts, that kind of breath Everyone's blood trembles, and almost everyone's face changes dramatically.

Only the slave owner's unruly cold eyes looked at Pan Chen and asked, "Who are you ?!"

He was furious, and Hui Ye was a member of his strength, and Dia was the strongest person under his command. But now Hui Ye has died so many people, and Dia has also died tragically. He has not suffered such a severe blow for a long time.

Pan Chen's eyes swept across the slave owners and sneered, "The dead don't need to know too much!"

Wherever he looked, everyone unconsciously looked away, and they dared not stare at Pan Chen. Pan Chen's power was too strong.

The whole room was suddenly cold, and there was a silence, no one answered, and no one dared to start.

Pan Chen didn't look anxious, but the abyss in his right hand was slowly moving forward, the atmosphere was so dignified that everyone was tense, and they could feel that the person in front of him seemed to be a killer!

It's just that the slave owner's Ji Wei is still there, and no one dares to run!

At this moment, the slave master listed his opponent who might be offended, and also listed all the strong men. He did not find an enemy who could dispatch Pan Chen.

"Who the **** are you from ?! What kind of hatred do I have with you!" Although he didn't have an unreal pupil to judge Pan Chen's strength so accurately, he also knew that Pan Chen's strength should not be underestimated, and he enjoyed I have been honored for a few years, and I have long lost the bloodiness of that year!

Even if it often kills people to maintain bloodiness, but the thinking has gradually changed from a butcher to a businessman, thinking that everything is based on interests and can be traded.

In an instant, the abyss had reached Pan Chen's right hand, and he said coldly, "Why do you ask so much, it's good to die well!"

This time it is equivalent to tearing off all the faces, which is no longer a matter for negotiation.

All the hands looked down at each other, and some shuddered. They couldn't figure out what hatred the man in front of them had with them. There was no room for discourse between them, only the end of your life!

The slave owner said in a cold voice, "It depends on whether you have this skill. When I used to kill you, you didn't know whether you were born or not. Now the young people really don't know that the sky is high and thick! If they are not entertaining Tianlong people now, you think I don't Dare to kill you ?! "

His remarks on the surface were very aggressive, but in the end it was obviously softened, and the Tianlong people were lifted to press Pan Chen. This is obviously not sure about this battle!

auzw.com "A lot of nonsense!" Pan Chen was disdainful.

The slave owner's face suddenly sank and looked at Pan Chen coldly. From the life of the pirate to the present, he has gone through life and death several times, and the first companions around him have died in pieces. There have been many tragic battles, if not too much Sadly, with his early character, he killed Pan Chen long ago, but now he still dare not to do it, and he is not willing to do it, because in his heart, his life is much more precious than that of Pan Chen.

But, he changed his mind the next second!

He saw Hankuk's figure suddenly, pointedly pointed at Pan Chen, and said, "Dare you dare to grab Tianlong's goods?"

Pan Chen did not speak, but the abyss slowly lifted up.

The slave owner was immediately stunned, but Pan Chen dared to do it, but when he thought about it, he suddenly became angry, although Milo was only the fourth heir to the family, but he was still a Dragon, once he let him know If your own goods are robbed and your men are killed, then you are bound to be angry. If you do n’t give a proper account, you ca n’t stop this!

Maybe he will resent the Tianlong people. He can stand in the Chambord Islands, but all rely on the Tianlong people. Thinking of this, he laughed cruelly, "Today you are either dead or I live, but dare to the Tianlong people. Carry the goods! Kill me! "

The people under his command did not move, they were not fools, they knew Pan Chen ’s power, and they were only the slave masters, not the dead, bullying and bullying ordinary people were OK, it seemed like a glance to Pan Chen Killing gods exist, they are very sorry!

Someone quietly moved a step towards the back.

It was just that he had just moved his footsteps, and was hit by the slave owner with a punch, his blood raging, his surrounding eyes widened, and he stepped back a few steps.

"A bunch of waste!" The slave owners also knew that they were useless. These people were bullying and afraid of hardships. They would only back off when they encountered difficulties. Those who were powerful and **** were all going to be pirates. Who would come to such a slave house to do things, and He can't kill them all, even if he wins, they will only be punished at most.

After all, he had lost so many people before. If he was killing them, that would make the slave house not enough manpower.

"I'm enough to kill him!" The slave owner growled.

With a tear, he tore the sleeves of his arms to reveal a pair of alloy armguards. The armguards were very thick, with several sharp thorns protruding from them, which could be used as weapons and as arm shields. Obviously most of his skills were This armguard is on the way of melee combat.

Pan Chen was a little impatient, and the abyss in his hand was suddenly raised. With this extremely simple action, the whole room suddenly sounded like a thunderous dragon hissing sound!

The black dragon circled out from behind him, and the men in the distance suddenly turned upside down and crashed into pieces. Only a few were fierce enough to stand still, and when they came back, they immediately turned back pale and pale.

"Overlord and domineering? !!!" The face of the slave owner was more blue and red, and his whole body was squeaky, and it seemed that he could only stand barely, and even had no strength to fight back. Aftermath, more than half of the power is concentrated on the slave owner, and the pressure he bears can be imagined! ..