Chapter 587 (1/2)

“All of them die for Laozi!”

Xiao Fan The dark scorpion screams, like a tsunami, and the mouth is shout out loudly, and the foot is stepping out, and an invisible wave that is invisible to the naked eye spreads rapidly toward all around.

Then, after Han Wenxuan and Wang Tianming’s people touched this invisible wave, they suddenly collapsed in the air, as if they had been fixed by time, standing there and motionless.

Seeing this situation, Han Wenxuan, Wang Tianming and others were suddenly stunned, and there was a faint color on his face. He did not understand what happened.

But before they could react, those people suddenly exploded at the same time.

“bang!”, “bang!”, “bang!”

The intensive explosions continued to sound, and at this moment, the mid-air was like a fireworks with a blood color, which was gorgeous and dazzling.

However, all around, but no one is amazed, all around, is a dead silence, even a needle dropped on the ground can be heard clearly.

The entire pyramid high platform was dyed into a complete blood red color. On each of the green bricks above the high platform, it was Yin Hong’s blood and the unclear who was the bones.

White bone slag, scarlet visceral minced meat, flowing red blood, at this moment, this pyramid high platform is no longer a high-level trial prisoner’s high platform, but turned into a hell in the countless devil ghosts of the execution desk .

Its existence is to show its terrifying to the people of the world, its shackles and its slaughter.

“You, roll over!”

Xiao Fan’s dark eyes stared at Han Wenyu not far away, and then there was no nonsense. Xiao Fan gave a sigh and raised his hand and took Han Wenyu to the volley.

“Do not!”

Han Wenxun suddenly screamed in the subconscious horror. He wanted to struggle, but found that his hands and feet, every inch of his muscles on the whole body could not move at all. He could only watch him rushing toward Xiao Fan. .

“Too lazy to ask what your name is, the last words?”

In the twinkling of an eye, Han Wenyu was sucked into the hands of Xiao Fan, then he squatted in front of Xiao Fan, and Xiao Fan buckled his head and asked him.

“You, you, can’t kill me, I am the Holy Land Han Family!” Looking at Xiao Fan’s glare like a raging cold, Han Wenxi was pale and frightened, then he swallowed it. Spit, screaming and screaming.

“bang!”

Han Wenxi’s screams came to an abrupt end, because his whole person was compressed under the big hands of Xiao Fan, and the original burly body was suddenly compressed into a ball and a half feet high. Meat mud!

“Tick!”, “Tick!”, “Tick!”

A little bit of red blood dripped from the bottom of this group of meat, adding a bit of blood and chill to the terrifying pyramid high platform that is like a hell.

“You, and you and you, and you, your four last words?”

After a palm shot of Han Wenyu, Xiao Fan stared at the remaining Wang Tianming, Shen Man, He Wenyu and Li Guangzheng. Then he didn’t say much, but he gave the four hands directly. The volley caught it and forced the four of them to kneel in front of themselves, expression cold and incomparable.