Chapter 642: Clean up the portal (2/2)

In the eyes of many unidentified monks, these Dan Yuan are specially sent to the spears of the people. It is purely suicide. The broken spears of the people clearly stop there. They can escape by stepping back, but they are advancing. The heart is sent under the spear, this is not looking for death and what.

Such a strange scene, many people do not understand, and this kind of unreasonable things, watching many monks feel bored and want to vomit blood, they do not know, this is caused by the repressed fighting atmosphere in the sky.

Just after the volley easily pierced a dozen times, there were only three figures left in the sky.

One is Liu Mingyong, who was shocked after hemostasis. One is the imperial youth purple, and the other is the leader of Wu Zong, who is a middle-aged man. As for the previous killer, he does not know when it will disappear.

I want to come and have already ran.

The imperial youth purple scorpion suddenly turned his head, and the cold scorpion looked to somewhere in the sky, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

”Choose to escape is to choose to be killed and to fulfill you.”

The sky was mad and surging. The broken spear held in his hand was thrown toward the front, like a blood dragon. The broken spear held the long tail and cut through the sky, and then shot at a certain place in the void.

The broken spear passed, and a dark crack appeared in the void.

”boom.”

In the place where the broken spear hit, a loud noise came out, and a dark hole appeared in the sky. In the big hole, the former black man was broken through the chest and then was broken and speared to continue flying before hitting. Auction house in Midtown Center.

The last black killer was nailed to the square.

More than 20 Dan Yuan, so dead in the hands of a emptiness, such an incredible scene, also makes the world become dead.

Even the sound of breathing is unspeakable.

The last middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, the body can not help but tremble, at this moment, his heart wants to escape, but somehow, I feel that my legs are not listening.

”Do you know why I have let you go.” Zi Yan turned and looked at the middle-aged man with a thick eyebrow, said coldly.

The middle-aged man with horrified eyebrows keeps shaking his head.

”Because I want you to die slowly, my lord.” Purple eyes flashed a brutal smirk.

The name of the lord is not understandable to everyone, but the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows understands that his face has changed instantly because he used to be a patriarch, but he is just a small sect named Ling Wuzong.

”The elders taught me a trick that year, just as your lord is here, I will give you a demonstration.” Zi Yan said slowly, but there is an undisguised killing in the voice.

”You, you are purple.” The thick eyebrows changed his face and made a loud horror.

”Purple, purple.”

His exclamation was also caused by the attention of the thousands of monks below, and after this mention, they finally remembered this familiar and strange youth.

Zi Yan, the purple scorpion of Lingwuzong in the past, disturbed the purple scorpion of this regional situation, and created numerous purple miracles.

Just below the sound of exclamation, Zi Yan sneered. ”Yes, I am Zi Yan. Today I want to clean up the portal for Ling Wuzong. I have to be countless disciples for Lingwuzong, for the punishment of the lord, to avenge the elders.” ”

In the past, Zi Yan had already learned from Miao Kong that everything was due to this thick eyebrow, and he was informed. Otherwise, Wu Zong would not hesitate to the Emperor Wu Zong, and then to the elders of the elders after hesitating for twenty years. .

The thick brow's face was distorted, and his mouth was wide, seemingly to explain, or to ask for mercy.

But under a thunder, all the sounds were drowned.

Thunder refers to ~~ is not the Thunder, which is now known as the Thunder stunt, but the early innate combat technique, but even if it is congenital combat technology, the purple scorpion displayed at this time is extremely terrible.

”This is the battle technique that the elders got from the place where they were buried. It is what Wu Zong always wanted, and let you feel it today.”

The Thunder fell on the thick eyebrows, and the power of the endless thunder began to ravage the other's body, but after all, it was not the strongest Thunder, and the attack did not kill the other, but the latter was burnt and smoked.

This is also the result of the purple scorpion, so the scum is naturally tormented to death.

So in the screams, Zi Yan raised his hand and threw a thunder, slowly torturing the thick eyebrows.

The thick eyebrows were shocked and feared. When he was in the realm of the air, the purple cicada was just a small real atmosphere with no inner door. It was ordinary and could not be ordinary, and could not enter his eyes.

He never even knew that there was a sable in the sect, but it was this inconspicuous existence that grew to far beyond himself in just a few years.