The war was fierce, and poor Qi didn''t die at all, but Renxiu was destroyed in pieces. He fought hard and was hard to be attacked and killed by poor Qi.
"Run, run." The old man with white hair yelled. Maybe he was the ancestor of this school. He was surrounded by three poor and strange people. He saw that the younger generation died one by one and the blood flowed freely.
"Escape?" Poor Qi grinned grimly, opened his mouth and spurted out a ray of light, penetrating the old man with white hair. The picture was very dazzling.
"Kill." The old man with white hair roared, his eyes covered with blood, burning Shouyuan, and he opened the forbidden method. His old state became young, and in the very near sublimation, he tried his best to attack and kill.
"Ants." Poor and cold hum, huge body rushed to, three heads besieged the white haired old man, to tear it to the end.
One pick three, the old man with white hair fell into the wind, his bones collapsed and his blood splashed into the sky. He was beaten by three poor people and couldn''t turn over.
The younger generation was also miserable, either destroyed, or devoured. They were driven out of their wits by the poor and strange cavalry.
Blood, dyed red starry sky, bloody, this starry sky, no longer complete stars, even quicksand also rolled blood.
Human life, become more humble than grass roots, living people, buried in the Star River, here turned into historical dust.
"The great emperor! Open your eyes People are full of tears, and the sound of wailing shakes the starry sky. It is the roar of the soul, calling for the great emperor of the human race to save the human beings from fire and water.
"This despairing look is really wonderful." Poor Qi licked his scarlet head and laughed recklessly and bloodthirsty.
"Did you go?" The old man is going to play with thunder and lightning.
The old man with white hair was bleeding. Before he was settled, his poor iron hooves stepped down on the air and cracked his old body.
"Boring." The third one was so poor and strange that he revealed his divine awn. He was a mysterious art of Yuan Dynasty, attacking the real body of the old man with white hair.
"Grandfather." The younger generation roared and wanted to come to the rescue, but it was the clay Bodhisattva who crossed the river and could not protect himself.
The old man with white hair laughed and his eyes were gloomy.
He hated, hated the filthy world, hated the naked law of existence, the strong world, the weak deserved to be slaughtered.
On his deathbed, he also felt guilty for his ancestors.
It has a long history. If we want to cut it off in his hands, even if we are going to die, we will have no face to see our ancestors.
His arms, down, has given up resistance, poor strange people are too strong, strong than he imagined.
Meaningless struggle, full of despair, the road ahead is dark, can not see the slightest hope, can not see the slightest light.
However, just before closing his eyes, a golden light suddenly appeared, and his old eyes subconsciously opened and looked at that side.
It is a golden figure, like from a distant time, across the long river of time, in the deep starry sky, bright, shining dark, bringing light.
"Deceive me, and there is no one in heaven?" Coming from the holy body, swept across the sky evil spirit, a roar concussion of the four seas and eight wasteland.
"And those who are not afraid of death, interesting." A poor strange and ferocious smile, exposed the white fangs, such as the mountain body rushed to Ye Chen.
"Go away." Ye Chen suddenly and coldly rebukes, furiously grasps nine roads and eight wastelands, one fist is domineering and unmatched, and blows through that poor and strange head.
Poor Qi''s head cracked, his brain overflowed, his blood collapsed all over the sky, and his original spirit was also destroyed by Ye Chen''s fist.
"This The old man with white hair is stunned, and the younger generation is also stunned. His eyes are unbelievable. He is a poor man!
"No way." A large number of poor giant eyes tyrannically appear, dead staring at Ye Chen, even the war of poverty, also stopped, ye Chen''s strong, can be called against the sky, it is really shocking.
"Vulnerable." Ye Chen twisted his neck.
"Arrogant, fight together." Taking the lead of poverty and anger, blood eyes spray flame, sweeping across the vast air, rushing, huge hooves, stepping on this piece of starry sky.
Under the order, the poor and strange all abandoned the human repair, from the four sides to kill.
Ye Chen is not afraid. He turns a black spear into an inch in his hand. He kills him in front of the poor and strange leader. The spear is used as a staff, and a stick hits his big head.
Scream, lead the poor strange, tianlinggai was smashed, the original God was severely damaged, affected the body, split.
It is big and has a lot of blood. If it is poured, it will form a river.
Ye Chen walked quickly to keep up with him and gave him a spear.
The poor leader was so poor that he did not install it properly. He split his head on the spot, and his head was pierced, and Yuan Shen''s body was dead.
"Die!" A poor and strange go to the sky, angry and violent, iron hooves trample on the sky, to step Ye Chen into meat sauce.
Ye Chen sneers and runs away, showing his body shape again. He is already on the top of his poor head, holding spears in both hands and inserting them straight in.
The poor and strange blood is like a spring, gushing out, the God sea is destroyed, and the yuan God is also killed by a spear on the spot.
"Swallow." The third one rushed forward and opened his mouth. There was a dark whirlpool in his mouth, swallowing heaven and earth. The four directions of gravel blood were all involved in his mouth.
Ye Chen was also swallowed on the spot, but he was voluntarily swallowed.If you can swallow Lao Tzu, it''s not a skill. If you can digest Laozi, you can''t swallow him.
Facts have proved that ye Chen is indeed riotous, into the stomach of poor Qi, then began to make a mess, fight poor strange cry.
Before and after only three seconds, ye Chen came out, from the inside to attack, burst out a blood hole, to kill out, Ling Tian a spear, the end of the poor, Shengsheng exploded.
This is only a few rounds, even kill four poor strange, the rest of the poor, thunderbolt angry, big eyes radiate bloodthirsty light.
Ye Chen will not be afraid, poor strange very hang? Laozi or holy body? It''s not easy to frighten Laozi.
This guy shows his great power, wielding the battle sword, crisscross the star dome.
He was like a god of war. Everywhere he went, he died of poverty. His huge body burst in the sky. His head was too big and his blood was too much. The sky was washed bloody.
This scene, bloody and brutal, can be called lawless.
The old man in white and his younger generation had been hiding far away. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were straight and petrified.
Who is this! Do you want to be so fierce? It''s very poor! The first creatures in heaven and earth, how overbearing their blood is.
Can be such a group of wild animals, by one person repair, dry can not raise the head, one after another was killed.
People are so excited that they forget to escape for a while. Instead, they become observers and witness all this.
Such a big move, attracted more friars, around the four sides, to see the fierce swallow saliva, "that... That person, who ah!"
"I''ve seen a fierce one. I haven''t seen such a fierce one. My God!"
"It''s been a long time. For the first time, I''ve seen some people who are hard-working."
"It''s a long face for the Terrans." An old monk hissed, "I am not alone in the heavens, and there is also a god of war in the Terrans."
The old monk''s words aroused. A thousand layers of waves.
When the weak friars could not join the war, they took out their robes and tied them to the battle spears and waved them to cheer Ye Chen. The sound was like a tide sweeping the starry sky, and the vast universe was also turbulent.
"Who, who are you?" Poor and strange, angry voice like thunder.
They are the first living creatures in the world. They look down upon the world. They are so arrogant that the killed doubters shake the sky with roar and roar.
"My name is dust night." Ye Chen''s voice is sonorous.
This roar of his was very exciting, but everyone who heard it looked at each other to make sure that he had never heard of the name.
The crouching tiger, hidden dragon, talented people emerge in large numbers, catching the living.
Even they have never heard of it, let alone poverty.
Ye Chen easily reveals his identity. What he wants is a sense of mystery. He wants to wear the name of the night of dust and anger to dry the great people of Honghuang.
Identity is to be revealed, but it is not the starry sky.
Xuanhuang is his main battlefield. He kills all the way.
He will appear with the most powerful posture, and will announce to all the heaven in the endless war that he... The ancient holy body Ye Chen... Has come back.