"Kill!" Suddenly, a loud killing shout came from the direction of the Yin-Yang Demon Realm Mountain Gate. A group of hundreds of murderous men and women roared and flew over. They were the killing village that was one step behind. "Uncle, the uncle, came to the killing village.
", seeing thousands of people fighting fiercely, they were not afraid, murderous, and everywhere they passed, they were filled with blood. The cruel and ruthless tricks and superb combat experience were really a bit like the Yin-Yang Demon Realm
The disciple was shocked.
Seeing them coming, Fang Yan's heart relaxed slightly, and then he glanced at the battlefield again. Fang Feiyun, who was originally a divine body, had the addition of Qingxiang'er, and instantly brought the opponent's late-stage monk and
The hundreds of guided martial arts monks around were pressed to death, and Yaya also surprised Fang Yan slightly. She was alone and connected her opponents with her pure and huge spiritual power and magical sword skills.
Suppression, you can control the sword energy to sweep the surroundings from time to time, and screams are constantly gaining the upper hand.
Although the God Zhou had already had a lottery on his body, he was still fighting fiercely, with orderly offense and defense. With the power of the Extreme Holy Treasure, there was no big danger under countless attacks. The little beast was still speechless.
The thunder and lightning were elusive, and the screams around it were also the loudest and most compact. Its petite body was as fast as lightning, and slippery as a loach. After fighting for so long, the opponents around him didn't even have its hair.
Hitting one really made those people collapse.
"Be careful, go and help them, remember, don't disperse." Fang Yan shouted to the "uncles and aunts", and then he flashed to the little king of hell, as long as the two old people were solved
Guy, the battle is over.
"Boom!" The little hell's face did not change at all. Even though there were a few scars on his body, he used the water and fire element to hit the opponent's original holy treasure and flew away, and the chief elder of the Yin-Yang Demon Realm was also
It was not easy to live, his face turned pale and there was a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth. The shock in his eyes never disappeared. Before that, he never thought that a monk at the level of War Lord could compete with him! These made him
I still can't believe it now, but the facts were in front of him, which made him feel a strong sense of frustration.
Before the old elder could take a breath, Fang Yan here came here in time. The black dagger was thrown out and stabbed the old man's neck. The old man seemed to know Fang Yan's arrival, and reacted very quickly, lifting up the dense cloth of Taoist patterns.
his arms blasted towards the dagger from the air.
"Touch!" The space trembled, the old man's body suddenly slammed, and the blood in his mouth spilled out a little again. He was already hastily resisted and was once again injured by the huge energy of the destroyer. Fang Yan's body was just a little paused.
Suddenly, he quickly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared in front of the old man, and the dagger was also caught by him on the way and directly scratched the old man's neck.
"Arrogant boy!" Seeing that the other party dared to pursue him with victory, the elder was furious and raised his big hand and slapped the black dagger. Fang Yan looked at the cold eyes, and his hand did not slow down at all, cutting it straight away. "Swish" made people feel like hell.
The sound of numbness on the scalp sounded, and the old man's body was in a state of great excitement, blocking the black dagger with its evil spirit exposed in front of him.
Fang Yan's face also twisted up. He endured the horrifying aura that was coming to his face. He shouted loudly, and his whole body flashed with purple light. The surging power of fighting blood gathered on his arm, and the dagger rushed towards the old man.
Pushing his neck, he actually wanted to compete with the saint head-on!
The elder's face was so gloomy that water was almost dripping. He was confronted by two monks in the war lord realm in a row in a row. This was a shame for any saint. The anger in his heart was also followed.
With a roar, the Taoist patterns on his body suddenly became even more aroused, and they emerged from him like flowers, rushing towards Fang Yan quickly.
Fang Yan was shocked and had no choice but to give up the competition and quickly flashed out. For him, it still wouldn't work in close combat with the saint who had integrated the way of heaven all over his body.
"Boom!" Just as Fang Yan had just left, a dazzling black light slashed through the void and quickly hit the old man full of Taoist patterns. A huge sound came out, and the old man was knocked back.
A few steps, a large mouthful of blood was spewed out with a "wow" sound. The old man looked at the little king of Hell to take back the black scepter. His eyes were filled with horror. Two war monks, two - extermination weapons?
Fang Yan would not give him more chance to breathe, and he didn't want to delay time. The dagger followed and threw it out. The old man was shocked and quickly used the Taoist pattern again. He had no choice but to hit the dagger, and it was no less than that.
The loud noise just now came out, and the old man sprayed blood again, his face was extremely pale. A saint was beaten by two war masters and had almost no power to fight back!
Fang Yan and the Little King of Hell are extremely terrifying!
Fang Yan's body was not stopped, followed the dagger. At the moment he took back the dagger, a dazzling purple light burst out from Fang Yan's body, instantly invading more than ten feet of space around him, and it turned completely purple.
The world, the Blood Realm, used it without warning, not only brought in the Great Elder of the Yin-Yang Demon Realm and the Little King of Hell, but also included some monks around them.
Without a word of nonsense, Fang Yan waved his hand repeatedly. The dozen monks who were wrapped in were under huge pressure from the space at the same time. Their bodies exploded with a "bang" and turned into pieces of blood mist.
No resistance.
The little king of Hell had long seen Fang Yan's magical ability and was not stunned at all. When Fang Yan waved his hand, he threw out the black scepter and blasted at the somewhat stunned Great Elder of the Yin-Yang Demon Realm.
The Great Elder was awakened by the devastating energy, and no longer dared to think too much in his heart. He hurriedly resisted. When he blocked the black scepter, Fang Yan suddenly appeared behind him, and the black dagger was mercilessly
Punching at his head, the old man felt the danger, and was shocked in an instant. He forced his head away in a mess and barely avoided Fang Yan's fatal blow. Fang Yan frowned slightly, and immediately attacked with his other hand in time.
Slap down and up.
"Bang!" A crisp sound rang out in this quiet purple space. Fang Yan patted her face and blood suddenly flew out. The old man was photographed flying. This was not the end. The little hell on the other side was timely.
A water column transformed into a scattered man without deviation and hit the old man's body. "Puchi" sprayed blood again. Fang Yan's body did not stop and appeared in front of the old man again, and the dagger cuts the old man's neck.
The old man who was almost obscured seemed to feel a great crisis. He subconsciously stretched out his arm and swung out traces to resist it. But at this time, he was seriously injured and the energy in his body was quickly lost. He could not get it in this closed space.
Any absorption caused his Taoist pattern at this time to be far less powerful than before, and Fang Yan cut it away without fear.
"Hissing." The dagger cut on the Taoist pattern, and the big blockbusters of Taoist patterns were destroyed, but the saint was also convinced. In this way, it could barely block the dagger from moving forward. However, looking at the old man's difficult expression, he was also dying.
struggle.
"Bang! Puchi!" The old man's body shook violently, and his back was hit by a black scepter that appeared silently. A huge hole suddenly appeared on his back, and flesh and blood kept shooting, killing the weapon.
It's not easy to be with each other. Even if you are a saint, you will not be able to take it away if you are hit by a force, even though the little Hell cannot exert one-tenth of the power of the destroyer.
This side suffered a huge heavy blow, and the old man's Taoist pattern also darkened suddenly. At this moment, Fang Yan grabbed the dagger and rushed forward, killing the weak Taoist pattern, and cutting into the old man's right arm
.
"Ah!" With Fang Yan's roar, his arm twisted violently, and the dagger turned. Accompanied by the old man's extremely shrill scream, a piece of scarlet blood sprayed in the air. The old man's right arm was squirted by Fang.
The derivative cutoff was thrown into the void with blood!
There was no trace of pity in Fang Yan's eyes. His empty arm was raised and a fist flew to knock the old man away, leaving a piece of fresh blood sprinkled in front of him.
This time, the old man fell into a state of doom. His body kept sucking and falling in the air like a dead person. It seemed that he had vented more energy and had less energy, and he had no power to fight again!
Fang Yan looked at the old man covered in blood and snorted coldly. The second level of the saint was much worse than the saint who sneaked into him in another world. He immediately stopped looking at him and turned to see if there was no such thing.
The little Hell, who did not feel a sense of accomplishment in any emotional fluctuations, smiled and thoughts, and the purple in the space quickly disappeared and was replaced by white light.
All the monks around him stopped fighting involuntarily, staring at the elder whose arm was broken and covered in blood as if dead. They didn't know what was going on. A purple light appeared just now.
Several people disappeared into the eyes of everyone. In less than a few breaths, only three people appeared. Moreover, the great elder, he actually fell into such a miserable state, with his broken limbs and broken arms, and his life and death were unknown!
What exactly happened? If those two young people did it, they would be too terrible! Who else could compete with the entire Yin-Yang Demon Realm? Thinking of this, all the disciples of the Yin-Yang Demon Realm had a strong sense of fear.
The will in my heart that I was working for the Demon Realm collapsed instantly.
"Call everyone to stop! Otherwise, kill you!" Fang Yan did not stop, and flew to the battle circle between the old monster in green and the Yin-Yang Demon Lord, who was still in the fierce battle. Fang Yan stared at the Yin-Yang Demon Lord, who was still in the fierce battle, and said coldly.
He said that he was absolutely sure to kill this sarcastic old man in a very short time, but he didn't want such a battle to continue. He didn't want someone on his side to die. After all, he had no endless hatred with the Yin-Yang Demon Realm.