Red men face a flurried foaming at the mouth and dodge.
The large building group behind him was blasted by Jin Lang.
Although he is a dirty dzogchen, his strength is only 3 ding, while Xiao Yu’s strength is 42 ding and there are 1000 earthquake words. How can he be Xiao Yu’s opponent?
He just rushed up Xiao Yu and jumped to his feet. The whole person rocketed to the sky and kicked the red man.
Red-robed male swordsmanship is brought into full play. In his hand, a sword flutters like the same blood dragon. He shook his hand. The world is full of lotus flower cutting.
If flowers, trees and flowers do not wither immediately when they meet lotus flower, even the ground will corrode violently.
"bang!"
But everything is not Xiao Yu a feet chuai broke a layer of sword light mercilessly swept the red male body to make him scream a blood fog diffuse inverted on the spot.
"death!"
Xiao Yu folded drink followed by a split.
A big golden handprint fell violently from the sky, and the red man’s body poof ripped him apart.
Xiao Yu fell to a pair of cold eyes swept away to Ye Chen, Chineydy and others.
Several people blanched and trembled. I can’t believe this scene is powerful. Brother dzogchen Wei was killed by Xiao Yu. How is that possible?
How strong is this Xiao Yu strength?
Is it that you have forged bones?
"impossible!"
They shouted.
Ye Chen’s mind has become a mess. This Xiao Yu has made him feel more terrible every time. When he once worshipped his ancestors in the square, he was sure that he could hold Xiao Yu.
But later, I felt more and more terrible about Xiao Yu.
Now, even two dirty dzogchen brothers have been killed by him!
He was deeply chilled.
"It’s not good to leave quickly!"
He shouted that he would flee from here as soon as he woke everyone up.
Xiao Yu sneer at the sole of a foot and a layer of golden waves are overwhelming. Go out and bomb everyone. Suddenly, there are bursts of piercing screams inside.
"Ye Chen, Chineydy, I can kill you several times with your strength …"
Xiao Yu cleans up the battlefield
Gold rings were searched out by him and put together in his arms.
"What person?"
Suddenly Xiao Yu turned around with a change of face.
There was nothing swinging behind him, and a gust of evil wind rustled the ground.
Xiao Yu’s eyebrows slightly wrinkled. "Is it because I was wrong …"
He turned around and was about to leave here. Suddenly, a bad wind came at him. A black figure with a wet shawl rushed to him quickly. His face was ferocious, his eyes were pierced, his eyes were empty and he was still bleeding …
Xiao Yu heart jump a punch boom in the past.
"Boom!"
A row of buildings in front of me collapsed and scattered stones.
The shadow disappeared and swung as if it had never appeared.
Xiao Yu four scanning heart suddenly rises a cautious, just that shadow is absolutely not wrong to give him a kind of spooky feeling like climbing out of the nether world.
"What the hell …"
He also broke out in a cold sweat on his back and felt a little weird and quickly left here.
On the second day, the holy religion once again caused quite a stir.
Nine younger brothers’ jade cards fell overnight and died, which made the elders angry and ordered them to investigate the matter in detail.
This day is the key moment of the game between the giants of the holy religion. There must be no mistakes, and the slightest waves should be closely controlled.
Chapter one hundred and forty Cursed
Huang tianmeng
In a huge palace, cups and chairs are constantly being smashed, and Zhuo Yun is growling in the temple with a face of rage.
"F * * king real f * * king that Xiao Tian can turn over the day? Dare to kill me Huang Tianmeng so many people, he will die and no one can save him! "