"Ah..."
Mo Yao roared like an ancient god. Lin Fan risked everything and hid in nothingness. He suddenly killed him. He was almost robbed!
But even if he avoided a mortal blow by virtue of his profound cultivation, he was also seriously injured. His celestial cover was almost pierced, and a large piece of his scalp was lifted, and he could see the beating brain.
However, he finally got rid of Lin Fan''s fatal blow!
"Lin fan, if you don''t die today, I will never die here!"
Mo Yao left his anger and thought that he was a sword contender of the previous generation. He refined his soul in the four realms of cultivation, and even suffered a sudden loss in the hands of the same little generation twice in a row. How can he not be angry!
"Good guts!"
At this time, the people finally woke up from their horror and roared at Lin fan. They thought Lin Fan was dead, but the result was that Lin Fan was not dead at all, and almost killed an ally right in front of them, and the ally was still the top level!
Many people''s scalp is numb, their hearts are trembling, and their vests are sweating. They are cold. They think again, if this blow is not to deal with the top moyao, but them, can they avoid it?
The result is, no!
They will certainly die and be killed by a halberd. Their bodies will burst into blood and bone debris. There is no way to live!
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"You can''t let him live, you must let him die, otherwise few people can stop his hidden attack!"
They were frightened. Lin Fan frightened them, but it also made them more rich in Lin Fan''s killing opportunity. They didn''t dare to let him live. Otherwise, how many people can Lin Fan survive one by one?
The war is about to break out. Those who stay outside the valley are strong. Every mortal is now powerful!
At the critical moment, Jiuhuang and yaoshengu came forward and resisted many strong people for Lin fan, but now Lin fan is not comfortable. He is resisting dozens of people with one person and fighting and fighting. Before long, countless blood marks appeared on him.
"Go away! I''ll kill him!"
Mo Yao''s blood line kept flowing down from the scalp wound lifted by Lin Fan''s heavy halberd, and then along his lower jaw. His whole body was soaked with blood, like the first blood Shura. He twisted a war knife in his hand, lined up the people and forced Lin fan to kill.
He didn''t allow others to do it. He decided to kill Lin Fan himself, or he couldn''t be ashamed.
Qinglin and other people who are besieging Lin fan are beating in the corners of their eyes. Mo Yao is too scary. He is like a devil. He is full of a threatening feeling that strangers are not allowed to enter. They step aside and kill Lin Fan by normal means. There will be no accident.
Qinglin Leng hum: "hum! Cheap little bastard!"
"Cut him more for me. Don''t let him die too easily!" Qinglin stressed.
Mo Yao glanced at Qinglin coldly: "OK!"
Lin Fan was covered with blood, his hair was piled up, and his war robe was purple and brown. It was the appearance of his blood soaked black war robe. He risked death and life many times.
Mo Yao arrived, and the sword in his hand flashed a fierce cold light. There was no vitality in his eyes. He said coldly, "how do you want to die?"
Lin Fan didn''t speak, but his blood stained hand lifted the heavy halberd and pointed to Mo Yao''s eyebrows.
"Kill“
Mo Yao rushed to kill. He jumped a hundred feet high, raised his sword and chopped down at Lin fan!
If the soul is streaming into the battle knife, the spirit is roaring, and there is a shadow behind his head. It is the spirit of his substantiated spirit. He growled on the sky, as if he swallowed the essence of the great day. Then, the shadow was also poured into the sabre, and a knife awning like earth was cut off from heaven.
It''s too scary. People escape and dodge, with a sad cry. This Mo Yao is crazy. He doesn''t care about other people''s life and death, but just wants to kill Lin fan.
"Lin fan!"
Qingluan screamed bitterly!
Can he stop the attack?
Fei Qingcheng''s face also changed dramatically. Jiuhuang''s soul refining strongman was entangled. There was no one at the same level to take this knife for Lin fan. What should I do?
The people who fled to the surrounding area were shocked and looked at the unparalleled of this knife. Is this the power of a completely angry soul refining strong man?
When the knife is out, the sky and the sun lose their color. It seems that all yuan forces in the surrounding hundreds of meters have been evacuated and become a part of the knife posture. And the materialized spirit communicates with heaven and earth, making the knife posture stronger.
"I don''t think you''re dead!"
Qinglin clenched his teeth and opened his mouth angrily. The more powerful Lin Fan was, the more frightened he was. Now there will be no accident. Mo Yao will do it himself. Unless people at the same level, who can resist?
Others are smiling, but they are a little worried. This moyao knife is too powerful. If you really kill Lin fan into powder, there will be no chance left.
"Boom!"
Where Lin Fan stood, the earth collapsed, and tens of thousands of kilograms of boulders were turned into powder by the huge shock wave. The rocks fell down from the distant valley. As for their position, it was even worse. Some practitioners were directly hit by the shock wave and vomited blood. It was like a magnitude 12 earthquake. The earth was shaking and the sky was shaking!
Finally, all the fluctuations calmed down, and only a few broken strands of blood stained clothes loomed between the earth and rock.
"Lin fan." qingluan''s face turned pale. There was no look in her eyes, and she was dead gray.
Mo Yao fell slowly from the sky with arrogance in his eyes. This is his power and strength. This knife is his peak blow!
"Pity those opportunities!"
"Hey, it''s really dust in one blow."
Unfortunately, many people shook their heads, not for Lin fan, but for the opportunities he brought!
"Whew!"
Just when everyone was relaxed, moyao was still on the way down slowly. A wisp of golden light appeared from his lack of conscience. At first, it was just a wisp. It was like a candle in the dark night, but it was only a moment, but it burst into flowers and fires. It seemed that in a moment, it became a big day in the sky!
Then, the people saw that it was a heavy halberd. The halberd tip bloomed brilliance. There was a silver dragon as the halberd pole, and a golden lightning as the halberd tip. It was silent, like a god of death walking in the dark night, harvesting the lives of all living beings in ignorance and unconsciousness.
Qinglin''s pupil shrunk to the size of a needle''s eye and shouted, "senior brother moyao, be careful!"
Mo Yao suddenly reacted and stared at him like a poisonous snake. He turned back, and the power of the spirit turned into a shape, like a protective cover, surrounded his body layer by layer, and the soul power swarmed, and the dark soul power condensed into armor.
"Die!"
Lin Fan''s figure is revealed, his eyes are sharp, and his killing machine is towering!
Mo Yao didn''t have time to make any response. He could only watch the halberd tip condensed by the sun kill his back heart, but he was fearless. What kind of cultivation did he have?
Soul refining four realms!
Under his heavy protection, can Lin Fan break his defense?
tell some fantastic tales!
His eyes were filled with ridicule and mockery, as if he were laughing at Lin Fan''s overestimation.
"Mole ants also want to overturn the dragon?" he opened his mouth and raised his palm. A handprint about a hundred feet collapsed into the void and roared down at Lin fan.
"Click", "click"
The continuous crisp sound came out. In moyao''s unbelievable horror, the halberd tip first pierced his soul defense, and finally the light was great, and then pierced his spirit shield. Then, he felt a cold and sharp tingling in his chest!
With a scream, people almost lost their souls!
Moyao was robbed, but he was roaring: "I''m a soul refining realm, you can''t kill me!"
Lin Fan''s eyes mocked: "really?"
The power of a single soul is pouring into the soul from the sea of Freya Lim''s soul. The power of every soul is filled with a golden flash of lightning, which is the essence of lightning warrior soul.
Bang bang!
It was like someone set off firecrackers in moyao''s head. His orifices were bursting and blood splashed: "I''m a soul refining realm... How can you kill me?"
"Roar!" Lin Fan roared wildly. He lifted moyao into the air with his arms. His arms shook. He was famous all over the world. I don''t know how many years moyao was shattered!
Moyao, body death!