Chapter 877 (2/2)

Yang Haotian didn't have any antipathy to the alien race, but he was relieved when he was a little shocked. There were a group of monsters living in the palace. An immortal race is nothing, even if there is a legendary race, it's normal.

There's no way. Yang Haotian can only take out an ancient artifact at will. It's better than nothing.

The death mage is also looking at Yang Haotian to see if he dares to touch tiger fart.

Now people are standing by their own side, but how do you feel him? It seems that he is weak. He still wants to touch Ye Zizi's ass, which is beyond his control.

”Come on!” Yang Hao refers to the death mage.

The death mage will not use magic, as a mage, the heart of melee can not be abandoned.

So the death mage waved his sickle and looked at Yang Haotian.

Yang Haotian's left hand suddenly rests on his right wrist. If you want to defeat him, you have to use some unique skills.

”Let it bloom! Giant leaves! ” The sword in Yang Haotian's hand radiates a flash of light and turns into a green leaf in an instant.

But don't be fooled by this situation. This giant leaf is not for fun.

”Die!” Yang Haotian waves the giant leaves in his hand, and the whole weapon is patted to the death mage. A strong breath suppresses the death mage.

What kind of martial arts can the death mage have? He directly raises the sickle of death in his hand.

Boom!

The huge leaves beat on the sickle of death, but the death mage suddenly disappeared.

Yang Hao's heart sank and a sense of crisis came. Without any thought, the giant leaves in his hands roared to the rear.As soon as the terrible wind came into being, the wall nearby was smashed in an instant, and the huge noise suddenly rang in the palace.

Outside Ye Hua's bedchamber, Daji's face sank, and she joined in the border protection to avoid disturbing the master's rest.

Just now the master is tired. I really love him.

The death mage stood by, looking at the fallen wall.

”You are not brave enough to destroy public facilities.”

Yang Hao genius no matter how many, right hand again, this is just like a banana fan.

The death mage raised the sickle in his hand, and then fell down hard. A half moon shaped Sabre Qi attacked Yang Haotian.

Yang Haotian rolls away.

Saw knife gas to destroy a royal palace instantly, roar.

The death mage froze.

Yang Haotian was a little stupefied, then pointed to the death mage and laughed: ”you are finished. Destroy the palace.”

Just finished, Yang Haotian felt bad, this guy released murderous!

I blame myself for being talkative. Why laugh at it!

The death mage raised the sickle of death and cut it. Yang Haotian was not empty, because he found a problem!

This death mage is so weak that he can resist it completely.

The close battle of the death mage was not very strong. In that year, he was killed by Xiao Yi. At that time, Yang Haotian was much more powerful than Xiao Yi, so it was very easy to fight with the death mage.

Although it's easy, but the surrounding walls are destroyed... If ye Hua saw his palace become like this, would he become the second angry emperor.

At least Ye Hua saw it tomorrow morning, and he will be furious.

None of the people who took part in this evening will go away.

At this time, Yang Haotian's fighting becomes more and more relaxed. The death mage is not happy. He can only draw in close combat, not play!

Only a flash of lightning came out of the dead mage's bone and finger.

This sudden move made Yang Haotian not react, and the whole person was electrified.

Zizi.

Ah ah ah ~

Yang Haotian was trembling, his body was full of electric current, and even he could see the bones appear. His hair grew taller and his clothes began to smoke.