How could this happen to him.
You know, he is the emperor who broke through the seventh floor. Shouldn''t he push the existence of the emperor and everything below?
But at this time, he really felt the real crisis, felt the collapse of the earth, the emperor''s heart was shaking, and felt that his life was not long.
This feeling cannot be groundless; At the level of emperor, there is a congenital spiritual sense and can perceive many dangers.
Is this a warning and warning from the sky?
Let him escape from here quickly, or he will be worried about life and death?
Yan Ming was about to crack, and his whole body was killing thousands of feet.
He can''t tolerate such things. His arrogance and self-confidence don''t allow him to step back even half a step, otherwise he can''t make progress in the future.
Burst out in silence and anger, Yin Ming even hit the most powerful blow of his life. Like a fairy light across the dark night, it brought light to the tomb often accompanied by eternal darkness. In an instant, every trace appeared.
Lin Fan''s Taoist body was rubbed by the immortal light, so it chapped and turned into a spirit and rushed back to Lin Fan''s heavenly cover.
"Ha ha... Ha ha... OK! Lin fan, you have achieved the emperor and made the Dharma created by the emperor perfect in an instant."
Yin Ming was roaring, and there was excitement in his eyes.
Under the pressure of the end of the world, he perfected his imperial secret arts that he had not perfected for hundreds of years, but this was enough to make him crazy.
"Well, I''ll kill you with this skill at this time." he opened his mouth and went forward. His palms and fingers were shining. In the limited space where his hands overlapped each other, it was like holding a big sun, shining his bones and meridians.
Lin Fan was silent, just like a murderous God who didn''t like to talk. He had just destroyed the saints, and his murderous spirit and momentum climbed to the peak. He took one step and disappeared. When he reappeared, he had come three feet in front of Yin Ming.
"Boom!"
The space collapsed, and the ten thousand space cracks spread to Yin Ming with the golden fist print, such as the lightning that destroyed the world.
Lin Fan punches too fast and goes beyond the common sense, so he blows down towards Yin Ming town.
Yan Ming''s pupils shrank sharply and tried his best to use the method he created perfectly, such as a hot sun was suddenly broken, and fairy lights were everywhere, shining hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers.
"Click!"
It''s useless. Under the golden fist print, all the immortal lights are dim, and everything is empty when the fist wind blows.
He was robbed, his chest was sunken, his bones were broken, and his emperor''s body was pierced and exposed, just like a bone spear.
"If you let the emperor bleed, the emperor will kill you!"
Yan Ming smiled grimly, his fingers gently brushed the bleeding chest, passed gently at the corners of his lips, and his scarlet tongue licked the emperor''s blood, bloody and ferocious.
"Boom!"
Lin fan still didn''t say a word and took a step forward again. He was still as simple and strong as before. He also blew out with a fist.
Yan Ming roared again and again, and Lin Fan''s first attack was really unexpected. He had never thought that Lin Fan''s speed would be so fast and cruel. The reason why he was robbed could be found.
But this second blow, he could not find any reason to shirk, and he was still badly hurt.
His emperor''s body is broken, just a Yu fist. It''s like the rain hitting the beach. There are potholes on his Immortal Emperor''s body. Don''t destroy it.
"Are you strong? You''re the only one in a dozen who keeps shouting and shouting."
Lin fan asked ruthlessly. This kind of words and strength made Yan Ming crazy.
He is confident that the emperor is invincible in the territory and can push all enemies horizontally.
But at this time, he was really defeated. The two seemed to be completely different from each other.
"Lin fan, you hide too deep."
The emperor, who had been blasted two or three times by the past, spoke with regret in his tone.
"Pyrene Jianhan died in your hands? It''s not Qifeng at all."
Another emperor opened his mouth, his eyes were red, and half of his body was killed by Lin Fan''s future body. At this time, he was just struggling in vain and wanted to live longer.
"The emperor who kills is not 100, but always 80." Lin Fan''s words are full of fatigue.
I''m really tired of fighting, but many times, things can''t be controlled by myself. If you don''t kill, others will kill you.
"Hehe, maybe you really took refuge in the seventh world. Otherwise, it is impossible not to leak the slightest news of such a big event. No one in the whole heaven and man world knows your real strength except your close relatives and the dead."
The last emperor smiled miserably. As soon as he finished saying this, he was killed by Lin Fan''s current body. The emperor''s soul was torn and died here.
"Hehe, Hengsheng... It''s a legend from a long time ago. I''m lucky but also unfortunate that it really appeared in the world." another emperor was buried with regret and other complex emotions and was buried in his fists in the future.
Lin Fan was very ruthless. He watched a statue of emperor being killed by the town: "you two commit suicide."
He spoke.
I think this is the last dignity he can give these two emperors.
"Ha ha... Ha ha..." the emperor smiled wildly and burst into tears.
He is famous. Since he stepped into the dark world, he has killed many famous emperors, but at this time, in front of this demon like Lin fan, there is only this end - self judgment.
"Keng!"
His imperial sword whined and crossed the emperor''s eyebrows. The emperor fell. The imperial sword had a spirit and hit Lin Fan with a powerful blow, but Lin Fan closed his hands and wiped it out under his palms and fingers.
"And you."
Lin Fan seems to have done something trivial. He is looking at Yin Ming.
"You are too strong, the emperor is not your opponent." Yan Ming''s eyes were dim, without the luster of coercion and self-confidence.
"However, the emperor can only die in battle. How can he be incompetent?"
But then, Yan Ming''s words became strong, like a sword.
"Help you."
Lin Fan walked forward and was pressed by one hand. There were many meteorites rotating under his palm and fingers, such as covering a galaxy.
"Boom!"
Yin Ming died and was buried in the explosion of the stars. His bones flew up in pieces, like a meteorite cutting through the night sky and dragging out a long tail flame. It was so beautiful and gorgeous.
"You''re stronger again."
The virtual shadow of Fengdu reappears, and the sense of war is released in the eyes.
"Don''t you think you''re always as annoying as an untimely fly?"
Lin Fan looked back, his cold eyes crossed.
"Hehe, wait for you, I''m on the seventh floor." Fengdu laughed and said, "at present, it''s more and more difficult to go down. Don''t die on the way, otherwise I''ll be very disappointed."
"You wait. It won''t take long. I''ll pick your head." Lin Fan whispered, turned back and walked to the futu tower.
"What are you going to do?" Feng Du said, "are you going to die? That''s the eighth floor. I don''t have the confidence to break through."
"That''s you."
Lin Fan''s footsteps are sonorous and powerful.
"You will die." Feng Du opened his mouth and said, "forget it, wait. I will fight you first, otherwise I will regret and regret that I have not fought with you."