Chapter 1743： Four-level one-key enhanced function! (1/2)
”What exactly is going on!?”
Feng Ziyu and Zhan Taiqing stood in two sections of the sky separately, with shock on their faces.
”Who!!”
”Who is killing my subordinate!?”
A large number of three-inch villains appeared in front of Feng Ziyu, who were the Supreme Emperors under his command.
At this time, these villains had all split apart, surrounded by fragmented pictures.
In that picture.
A young and handsome Supreme Emperor was holding a long sword, cutting vegetables and melons and slaughtering his subordinates like Feng Ziyu.
In a short time.
However, all the subordinates above the Godless Grade were killed!
Zhan Taiqing is also looking at his mysterious chessboard.
However, on the chessboard, a crimson light spot continuously teleported around in the chessboard.
Every time you move the place, the crimson light spot will eliminate another light spot.
Its killing speed is unprecedented!
”This method!”
”Could it be Daoist Su Lang?”
”Yes, and in the entire place of exile, only Fellow Su Lang makes me unable to see through.”
”I didn't expect Daoist Su Lang to be so powerful, even a strong Qidu from the original realm can kill!”
”I don't know if Fellow Su Lang will participate in the battle for the Nine Dragon Coffin. If he wants to participate, I can only kill him.”
Zhan Taiqing was surprised and his eyes were somewhat complicated, but he quickly returned to his indifference.
The other side.
”Damn it!”
”Dare to ruin my major event!”
Feng Ziyu's complexion changed wildly, revealing endless killing intent!
The subordinates he brought are not just for providing humane will.
Those Godless Grades are still nails nailed to the land of exile, about to serve future plans.
They not only have to detect the secrets of the exile.
Also seize this special world!
But now, all the people have been killed, how do you play chess without the pieces, and how to execute the plan?
and so.
Feng Ziyu simply hates Su Lang!
”When I win the coffin of the Kowloon, I will set you down to vent my hatred!”
Feng Ziyu glared at Su Lang in the picture fiercely, and then stared at Zhan Taiqing again.