C2661 (1/2)
Three hundred and fifty Tianjiao entered the mieshen mountain range one after another.
On the smooth mirror, there are small black spots one by one, and all Tianjiao's every move is seen in the eyes of many powerful stars and ancient realms.
”Ha ha ha ha, that's great.”
In the blink of an eye, there are a group of heize camp Tianjiao, found the ancient Saint camp Tianjiao.
The number of people to occupy the advantage, coupled with the strength of complete crushing.
After a fierce battle, several Tianjiao of the ancient holy camp fell.
On the square of mieshen, the alien of heize camp is ecstatic.
The ancient saints are extremely nervous.
In mieshen mountain range, Fang Chen appears in a dense forest.
His divine sense spread, and suddenly found that there was no divine sense detection here.
”It seems that this was intentional.” Fang Chen understood for a moment. ”Kill other people.”
His idea is very simple, that is to kill the alien.
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo!
With a stamp of his foot, Fang Chen hid himself into the void, like the wind, and ran fast in the mieshen mountain range.
In the outside world, the eyes of countless warriors are staring at Fang Chen.
Soon, Fang Chen met an enemy.
”The ancient saints?”
On the square, many ancient Saint camp people exclaim, they are a little puzzled.
At this time, shouldn't it be unity? Why does this person want to be against Fang Chen?
”This man seems to be from magic sword island.”
Some people recognized Tianjiao.
Numerous spearheads point to the ancient god of scallop.
The latter is not affected, and magic sword island does not violate the rules.
Wu Yu looked at the smooth mirror and didn't say anything.
”Well, damn you, how do you escape this time?”
The ancient god of scale armour clenched his fist and said in his heart.
Tianjiao of the magic sword Island, the first time he met Fang Chen, made a thunderous move.
”Fang Chen, you are dead.”
A blow out, through the world of fist awn, like gold irrigation, incomparably trembling, roaring.
”Go away.”
Fang Chen murmured, and a fist blew the huge fist into the air.
Push! Push!
Magic sword Island Tianjiao's body can't help but step back.
He took a deep breath, dark eyes, staring at Fang Chen.
”Kill.”
The evil spirit is towering, and the sword Qi is vertical and horizontal.
Tianjiao of the magic sword Island, holding a long sword in his hand, has displayed his exquisite swordsmanship.
Whew!
Sky China, sword spirit interweave.
The battle between the two swordsmen is extremely fierce.
Unfortunately, Fang Chen created a new move before the third round.
”Storm Shura.”
Boom!
In the sky, void collapses, storms emerge, and black holes explode.
Bang!
The terrifying sword power explodes out of the black hole, wrapping Tianjiao on the magic sword island.
Click!
The power of the storm of Shura is so strong that the latter can't resist it at all.
His chest was bursting, his flesh and blood were flying, and his life was disappearing.
”Damn it.”
At the moment, his eyes were scarlet, and a scale appeared in his palm. His face was ferocious and roared: ”even if it's death, I'll pull you as a cushion.”
On the square, after seeing Fang Chen's attack, countless people exclaimed.
”It's too strong. It's really Tianjiao who has stepped into the empty ancient realm as soon as tianzunhai has been practicing swordsmanship so far.”
”A sword, storm, void collapse, admiration.”
Many martial artists were impressed by Fang Chen's exquisite swordsmanship and sighed one after another.
However, just then, a cry of surprise came.
Because, some of the strong ancient star territory, found the origin of the scale.
”That's a big deal.”
”the most beautiful piece of scale of the ancient god of scale is actually willing to give it to a younger generation.”
”Hum.”
Some people sigh, some people cold hum.
The ancient god sneered in his heart, as if he had seen Fang Chen die under the scale storm.
On a smooth mirror.
Fang Chen's face was calm and his mood did not fluctuate.
Magic sword island's Tianjiao, a strong grip, immediately the scale is completely excited.
The fury of the power, the moment to escape.
The atmosphere of the ancient world of stars quickly diffused.
”Unfortunately, it's not your real strength.”
Fang Chen was indifferent.
External force is always external force. When he takes out scales, Fang Chen sees through everything.
”Storm Shura.”