Chapter 839 (1/2)

The sand dust did not dissipate until after four or five breaths. The large pit that was thrown out was at least two meters deep and about two feet in diameter. The pits were all cracks. Xiao Luo lay in the center of the big pit, and his clothes were broken and his body was broken. He was also injured, and there were traces of burns everywhere, all over the black ash, as if he had just climbed out of the mine.

“The kid doesn’t pretend to die, let the king get up, the king hasn’t played yet!”

The huge face in the sky is loudly said, the sound is like a rolling thunder filled with heaven and earth, majestic and awesome, I am afraid that even if there is a god, it is so that’s all.

Xiao Luo closed her eyes and clenched her fist coldly said: “You want to be happy?”

The word is stopped, full of anger, and the eyes are opened. Two scarlet lights rush to the Han, and the strong blood qi swayed from him.

“The bloodline of the Shaw family is awakened, he… can he freely wake up the bloodline power now?!”

Curissa opened his eyes in amazement. On the same day in the original World, he lost in the hands of Xiao Luo, who was awakened by bloodline. The chill that permeated the soul made him remember it as if it was yesterday. Let him tremble.

“Thunder King, this guy is afraid to be a shame.” Knife took a sip of wine and frowned.

“The bells and whistles of the attack, it is not happy to look at him, he is not shameful and who is shameful.” The war king couldn’t despise the attack method of Lei Wang.

Xiao Luo stood up in the big pit, and a black hair fluttered between transformed into white. The dragon knife in his hand seemed to burn a bloody flame, like a magic soldier tempered by the fire of hell, and he The reason why he does not lose his mind when he awakens the strength of the Shaw family bloodline is that the dragon knife is helping him to hold his heart and not be eroded by the slaughter’s devil.

“kill!”

He is loudly shouted, lifting his knife across the erect, a knife and a knife, the blood black knife straight into the Han, scratching the Void, smashing the thundercloud to the sky, although unable to attack the thunder, the thundercloud can be opened More than a dozen black blood knives directly scatter the thunderclouds of the dense sky. Although the Thunder King is constantly repairing in the dark, the speed of obvious repair can not keep up with the speed of being scattered.

In a short while, it is difficult for Leiyun to form a trend of obscuring the sky!

Lei Wang, who is hiding in the clouds, also shows the silhouette…

“Got you!”

Xiao Luo is once again rising into the sky. After the bloodline power awakens, the speed is really like photoelectric.

Lei Wang is still trying his best to repair the thundercloud that was smashed east and west. Suddenly, the back of the back was cold, and when he turned his head, a bloody knife was cut from his head and panicked. Going up, even with a disdainful expression.

Raised the warhammer and blocked the knife: “It’s useless, the king’s warhammer can suck…”

The sound came to an abrupt end. When Xiao Luo’s dragon knife smashed the warhammer, the power on it was not absorbed. To be precise, it was the warhammer that couldn’t absorb all the power, and the spilled force came under the influence of the warhammer. On, from the hand through the arm conduction to all parts of the body.

This is a great force that he can’t resist at all…

Lei Wang’s face changed suddenly, and this time he changed from a high altitude.

“嘭~”

The ground was pulled out of a large pit, and the warhammer flew out in the process. “The sac sac 瞥 瞥 瞥 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃 簦敫龃

“Cough…cough cough…”

Lei Wang coughed blood and climbed up from the big pit. At this time he was battered and exhausted, and his body was full of dust.

Not waiting for him to respond, a blood black crescent knife, silently passing over Void, squatting down towards him, although there is no movement, it is scalp numb, no doubt, if In the beggar, he dignified Lei Wang will hang up, this moment, but the feet are as heavy as a force, it is difficult to move half a point, only the dull stunned eyes, watching the crescent-shaped blood black Knife kneeling down.