Chapter 795 (1/2)

“what!”

Scream, hey, in this mountain, like the sky.

The figure of Red Luo didn’t know how many meters to exit at this moment. She looked at the ready to complete the arms of the blood mist, like Evil Ghost Asura.

“How dare you do this!”

The red Luo was completely crazy, and the eyes suddenly became red and red.

A path of terrifying’s Blood Qi and Demon Qi are lingering from her body, like the witch in the hell.

“Magic work!?”

Ling He’s face changed suddenly. He looked at the red Luo figure and lost his voice: “Swallowing blood magic?”

He has learned from the Demon Cultivator that he swallowed the magical power, which is a volume of cultivation technique in Culture World, which is said to be able to swallow blood for his own use.

This red Luo, actually cultivation swallowing magic?

The Eight Wild Wars are not the Mozong!

The lord of the Eighth Desert War, is the abandonment of the Lord of the Temple of the Buddha.

“I will kill you!”

If the voice of the Red Luo is full of madness at this moment, the descendants of the Nazcent Soul True Monarch, the descendants of the Nascent Soul True Monarch, are so severely wounded on this star, arms are misted, unless the limbs are regenerated, otherwise they are not May be cured again.

Red Luo imagined that he was missing his arm and the whole person was completely insane.

She doesn’t care who Qin Xuan is, and she doesn’t care about her strength.

There is only one thought in the heart of the red heart, and her figure is reflected in her pupil.

“Kill him out, pull out the soul and refines the soul, let him suffer endless suffering!”

Qin Xuan’s expression is still calm, calm terrifying, facing the red Luo crazy, he seems to be watching a fascinated ant.

Blood Qi is like a konjac, and Demon Qi is like a Flood Dragon.

In this purple-black Blood Qi Demon Qi, the figure of Red Luo came out in front of Qin Xuan.

The eight bloody battles are filled with blood, and at this moment, it is more like Asura, oh, bright red.

If the fist is mad, it is enough to destroy the mountain and destroy the mountain.

Red Luo with one arm left, condense around the body of the Peak Qi magical explosion.

Punch, Qin Xuan behind the earth will be ready to split, punching the wind on the ground, actually exploding a huge depression.

Qin Xuan’s foot is hanging, never sinking, facing the red fist this fist.

He just explored the action of the palm, just like a breeze.

Hōng!

The waves are soaring and smashing the sky.

Red Luo is dumbstruck, she is crazy but incredulously looking at Qin Xuan.

“This is impossible!”

She groaned and attacked with all her strength, and the other party did not move.

It is as if she is like a banyan tree, doing her best, not as good as a breeze.

Qin Xuan’s palm, a bloody pattern quietly lit up, it is a barren battle pattern, just diffuse in the palm of your hand.

If a blood line is like True Dragon, it can be connected to move unhindered, more like a great array, such as Allheaven Myriad Dao.

In contrast, the eight-gravity pattern on the red Luo is like a weak hair.

Qin Xuan’s palms were slightly forceful, only to see the sound of the broken bones sounding one after another, and the red Luo painful voice screamed.

Bang!

A muffled sound, the war pattern that permeated the red robber box broke, and even the fist of the fist was pinched into a fine powder at this moment.

Hōng!

Suddenly, Qin Xuan’s palm was shocked, and the other arm of the red Luo was shocked into a fine powder, which turned into a blood mist.

The figure of Red Luo is more like a meteor. The ground falls more than a kilometer. The body almost tears a huge gully on the earth, and the sound of bone cracks is endless.

“That is… eight wild warfare?”

Hu Qing lost his voice, Qin Xuan, despite the fact that he displayed a palm of the eight-grain battle pattern, but two people condensed, how can you not find it?