Chapter 1895 : Chapter Four hundred and sixty-nine The more you harvest (3)
Chang Sheng shook his head. He didn't say anything. Yan Long remained silent. Only Fan Zhiheng, Fan Zhiyu and Liu Tiantang looked at Nie Zhiyuan as if they were looking at a dead person.
"Nie Zhiyuan, you really don't know how to write the word "death"!" Liu Tiantang looked at the arrogant Nie Zhiyuan and shook his head gently. When Nie Zhiyuan heard Liu Tiantang's words, he was stunned for a moment. Only then did he react.
Come here, the two brothers Yanlong, Changsheng, and Fan Zhiheng, plus Liu Tiantang, want to deal with him alone. It's because of mistakes! But he didn't notice it, he just instinctively thought that he had caught Fan Zhiheng's handle!
Oops! Nie Zhiyuan's heart suddenly floated. Looking at Yanlong and the others, cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead. Especially when he felt that the pressure coming from Yanlong was getting stronger and stronger, his whole body
The man almost collapsed. He looked at Yanlong and said fiercely: "Humph, even if you want to deal with me, it still depends on whether you have the strength!" As he said that, a light flashed in his hand, and he took a white sword.
He came out. It was at least a high-grade heaven-level spiritual weapon. As soon as the long sword came out, he went straight towards the Yanlong to kill him.
Yan Long shook his head, looked at Nie Zhiyuan, and said: "I don't know whether to live or die!" While speaking, Yan Long didn't see any movement. He just slapped Nie Zhiyuan in the face. Suddenly, Nie Zhiyuan only felt his own
His body seemed to be controlled by someone, and Yanlong's big hand had fallen and placed heavily on his chest.
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Nie Zhiyuan's mouth. Yanlong's slap actually shattered his chest. With just a little force, he could have killed him. At this time, he looked at Chang Sheng,
His eyes were filled with intense hatred. He did not expect Yanlong to be so powerful. With just one move, he lost his fighting power. In an instant, he went from being a high-ranking elder of the Weapon Refining Peak to being a piece of meat on the chopping block.
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"Nie Zhiyuan, I can give you a chance to survive now, it depends on whether you are sensible!" After doing all this, Yan Long squatted beside Nie Zhiyuan calmly. Nie Zhiyuan looked at Yan Long
Long, his eyes were like looking at a monster. He didn't expect that Yanlong would display such a powerful fighting power. If Yanlong had just exerted a little force, he would definitely die on the spot!
"Say! Say! I will definitely seize this opportunity!" Nie Zhiyuan's words stunned Fan Zhiheng and the others. Is this the usual aloof and strong man in the middle stage of the Tribulation? This old man has practiced for a thousand years.
After many years of cultivation, why are you so afraid of death now?
"Oh? So easy? Not bad!" Yan Long smiled and glanced at Chang Sheng, and then said: "Sheng'er, you are very lucky now. With this third slave, not many people in Qingyun Continent will dare to
I offended you!" Nie Zhiyuan was stunned by Yan Long's words. Servant? Did he want to make him a victorious slave?
"Nie Zhiyuan, this is the only opportunity here. It is also your only opportunity. It depends on whether you can grasp it!" As he spoke, a vivid fire dragon flashed out of Yan Long's left hand. Powerful power came from the fire dragon's body.
It spread out, making Nie Zhiyuan feel the threat of death.
"No! I promise, I promise! Yanlong, no, don't kill me!"