Chapter 1951： Burning jade! (1/2)

The sorceress appeared in front of people in the form of advent.

Wu Shenwei is unparalleled, and the strong sense of oppression makes people breathless.

Several witch god-level powerful men in the air left the airspace at the same time.

Min Jiangchen's pupils shrank sharply, trying to remind Duan Yun to be careful.

Alas, the **** of witches shot faster than he spoke.

As if the hand of Tianshen slaps Duan Yun, the power contained in it can slap the entire Wuxuan city, including everyone in the city.

”You couldn't kill me with two palms two years ago, and the same two years later.”

Yun Duanyun has no fear, and the depression in the past two years must be vented.

Holding the Killing Sword in his right hand, he condensed all his strength.

In addition to the power of the Promise Soul of the Promise, the Emperor Soul that belongs to him alone appears to the people.

”Peerless magical powers, the lotus of Sanyu!”

He exhibited a long-lost peerless supernatural power from the soul of the emperor.

Killing the sword is like trying to tear the sky and meet the big hand.

The moment when Jian Jianfeng clicked on the palm of his hand, the stone was shocking, and the loud noise made many people's chests stuffy.

After all, the Witch God is still the Witch God. The sword front bursts, and the killing sword flies out of Duan Yun.

The right arm of the holding sword broke and fell weakly.

However, the power of the palm of the witch **** was also exhausted, and a huge gap appeared in the center of the palm.

”A mantis car.”

The disdain of the witch **** sounded.

Immediately, people in the city saw the true face of the witch god.

A man of great standing.

This is the first impression of most people, which comes from the body of the great **** of witches.

I watched the cold face and felt a strong coercion.

The dark eyebrows were like sharp knives, and under the narrow eyes, a pair of dark and bright eyes twinkled.

When anyone looks at him, he will have the feeling of being watched.

”I won't regret not having chosen a fool.”

At this time, 佟 Mengru woke up at first sight, watching Dili's body caught by the witch warrior, returned to God, and said to Jiang Chen.

”It's her who regrets it.”

Houfeng Feng pointed at Bai Fengxi, gloating over his face.

What about Yun Duan Yunshen-level strongman, after killing Dili, all this is not important.

Xun Meng even annoyed why Duan Yun should destroy himself and the emperor separately.

Bai Fengxi noticed that his family's face was dead.

Xi Bai's family are all human races, and have inextricable relationships with Duan Yun.

The death of the Emperor Wu will not let them go.

”Really? Do you think Duan Yun doesn't have any foundational god-level strongman?” Jiang Chen asked back.

She dreamed for a moment, then shook her head, and said, ”Human race is not only a strong race, but also an iron plate. The intricate relationship of the human race is doomed to be unable to confront the strong race.”

Min Jiangchen shrugged and said nothing.

”Someone can.”

Fenghou Feng was reminded by this remark.

Among the Tatar peoples, there is such a strong existence.

”Witch God!”

Suddenly, everyone noticed that Duan Yun was attracted to the past.

”My purpose is still the same as two years ago, let go!”

Duan Yun screamed.

His momentum makes people mistakenly think that it was the witch god, not himself.

”We have no one to let go, and you will be the same as in two years, because it offends the witch and has no place to die.”

The Witch God spoke as he stepped forward.

When he walked, he didn't fly, and the big sky became a stepping stone under his feet.

Yun Duanyun watched him approach, without fear, and did not intend to resist.

”As I said two years ago, you wouldn't want my brother to get angry, but the problem is, you have no chance.”

Wu Wenyan said, the Witch God raised an eyebrow and stopped.