Chapter 2430 (1/2)

The four women rushed to the protoss, but they were only the king's, how could they be the opponents of the protoss?

In a short period of time, even the saint needs to know a lot.

Protoss, this is an existence beyond the human's strongest combat power. It is absolutely not human beings can fight against.

The cold looking Protoss, one palm, four people's attacks are scattered, at the same time their bodies fly upside down, coughing up blood and injured.

Once more, the God's palm print fell from the sky and fell on the four girls.

”Poof!”

The four women coughed up blood one after another, her body fell to the ground, and her breath became listless.

”It's a pity to kill such beauties directly. But After all, it's just a mortal! ” The protoss said indifferently, looking very proud.

He's a Protoss. What about human beauty? After all, it's just human!

”Now let's see you on the road!”

His hand was raised again, and the power of God surged above the sky, and another fell toward the four females on the ground.

This is the killing God palm. It's more powerful. It's a must kill attack.

The four women with a weak breath stood up and looked up at the Protoss. Even if they were dead, they would die standing up.

What about Protoss?

I believe that one day, Zichen will kill them, they will not stay!

They are not afraid of death, but some reluctant.

I can't give up other friends, wujizong and Zichen.

”Zichen, goodbye!”

”Goodbye.”

”To meet you is the greatest blessing of my life.”

”If there is an afterlife, I hope to meet you again!”

The four women are ready to meet the death. The violent palm print falls from the sky. The strong breath blows their blood stained clothes and curls their long black hair.

The hand print that falls has a shadow, and the protoss smile grimly.

But this one palm, after all, did not fall.

Ready to meet the death of the four women, see the whereabouts of the palm print, about to reach them, suddenly stopped.

The palm print is suspended in the air, not falling, but the breath is still raging.

The expression of the protoss' ferocious smile changed. He looked at the front, looking at the woman standing in front of the four girls with a little seal on her eyebrows.

He didn't know the woman, and he could even feel that she was not powerful. But the breath surging on the other side is the purest breath of God.

In addition, the other side's eyebrows have the seal of God, which is the mark of the real Protoss.

”Who are you?” Suspicious of him, dare not under the killer, can only look at the other side deep voice asked.

”Go away!”

The protoss woman, looking up at the protoss, has a cold voice.

”You...” Being so ignored, the protoss's face changed and looked very ugly, but they did not dare to kill this seemingly weak Protoss.

”Just a hypocrite. Who gave you the courage to fight my friend?” The protoss woman spoke again, and the words were still cold.

And this is called the God of hypocrisy, facial expression is changed greatly, the breath on the body also becomes disordered, almost can't control the palm print above.

The protoss woman is Yiqian. She comes here at the critical moment. When she is happy, she is also afraid. If she comes a little later, it will be really dangerous. How can she explain to Zichen then.

There were so many hypocrites on the eighth floor. She was a bit unprepared and saw many fierce battles along the way.

The hypocrite did not retreat, and the palm print on his head was still there, but the protoss did not dare to continue.

The void twisted, and the gods who killed the two great saints, Xuanwu and Zhuque, all came. They were stunned when they saw Yi Qian below.

But one of them seemed to think of something, his face suddenly changed, and immediately saluted Yiqian: ”Weitu has seen the goddess!”

”Goddess?”

As soon as the other two heard, their faces changed in an instant. This title was not possessed by ordinary people. Even those real Protoss could not have it. This is a special address, indicating an extraordinary identity.

Some of them are hypocrites. Even now, the existence of wanton killing on the eighth floor is also hypocrites. If Yi Qian is not included in the real Protoss, only five people have come this time.

The palm print on the sky disappeared, and the hypocrite's face was full of fear.

In the eyes of mortals, they are gods, but in the eyes of the real God, they are just hypocrites who possess magical skills but have no blood. In a word, they are the servants of God.

”Go away!”

Yi Qian glanced at three people and said coldly.

Three people such as amnesty, salute to Yi Qian again and leave quickly.

”Are you all right?” Three people leave, according to Qian turn to look at four women with concern to ask.

Su Mengyao shook his head and said, ”it's OK. Thank you this time.”After the disaster, it is still difficult for the other three women to calm down.

”You don't have to be so polite with me. Zichen and I are friends, so it's right to help you. It's just that I didn't expect that they would come all of a sudden and join the fight. ” Yi Qian said apologetically.

”It could be fate.” The eyes of Su Mei Yao are full of worry.