They all look at the forest with sympathy.

This guy got into the cold sage.

This time it really escaped.

"It's a pity that such a proud man is going to fall here."

"This cold-light saint is just a finger-spunk, and this forest inflamed cannot be kept empty."

"Well, if this guy really only depends on his own strength, it is estimated that this time it is really just the meat on the chopping board, and the people will be slaughtered."

In the city, many people shake their heads.

Although this forest inflammation can attack the saint strong.

The end is incomparable.

But who is the cold light saint?

The Holy One of the Four Heavens!

If the saint is the prince, then the four-fold saint is the king!

Staggering your feet, the whole heavenly host star will shake up the trembling existence.

What can this fire take as a counter-confrontation?

Could it be stronger than the four heavens of the Saints?

And at this moment.

The day is a deep breath.

Like stepping on the invisible ladder, step by step towards the forest inflammation is constantly approaching.

The smile of the mouth.

It is also becoming more obvious.

The hand, the palm of the hand appeared a blood red flying knife!

He is also clear.

Before the battle with Lin Yan, the latter has become his heart demon.

The Devil is not excluded.

In the future, he will be afraid that it will be difficult to enter the martial arts again.

So.

After that.

He struggled to perfect his own necromanac!

Finally.

After many attempts.

His sword is more secretive than before!

It also has to be more powerful!

And this time.

He will use this death to re-establish his faith!

He also wants to re-establish his majesty!

Let the people on this star know.

Saints are not insulting!

He is unscrupulous, unscrupulous!

...

Ye Xuantian is like a man of God.

Step by step towards the forest.

The breath on him is also stronger.

Surging!

Dress up, dance!

The flying knife in his hand, as if he felt the killing intention in the master's heart, also began to trembling.

There is a bloodthirsty meaning in the blade!

At this moment.

The sky is changing, the wind is raging!

The chord!

Suddenly.

This geek opened his hand.

The sword in his hand is like a wild horse.

Go to the neck of the forest!

It was like a flash of lightning in the dark!

A flash of passing!

The bomb!

A loud explosion sounded in the sky.

People only see thousands of miles away.

The sky became as dark as ink.

The earth seems to have been slapped by an invisible giant hand.

The whole earth has been turned around.

Some of the rubble is made into powder.

Not far away, all the trees are broken.

It was like being hit by a hurricane.

This is just a few blows!

It caused such terrible fluctuations.

Think about it.

This is the fire that is targeted by the vudra knife, and how terrible the pressure is facing!

After three or four seconds of silence.

A terrible current, like a sea tide, raging towards the four of them!

The city’s thighs are also lit up.

A mushroom cloud spreads in all directions.

A lot of people in the city.

I saw the smoke dragons coming towards them.

There are four words in my mind.

The sky is broken!

“Is this geek crazy?”

The body of the budria appeared in the air.

The look looked gloomy at the smoke dragon that was sweeping towards the other city.

This guy has no worries.

Don’t you even look at the city?

The old man’s face was ugly.

It’s not good to say anything now.

If he does not do it, the city's moat may not be able to withstand this impact.

So, the old man had to mention the crutch.

The hard part is in the void.

This dusty dragon.

It was as if he had been patted on the ground by an invisible hand.

Then the smoke disappears.

The earth moved for a while.

The sky is dark.

This slowly dissipates.

The people looked at the sores in the fields thousands of miles away and the smoke that was still rolling.

A lot of people are swallowing water.

This is terrible!

That occult, this shot, absolutely no effort left!

The whole ground was destroyed.

It's like the end of the world!

Terrible!

Is this the full and reckless blow of the Holy Two Warriors?

And 呼呼呼吧哧

Ye Xuan Tian terracted in the air four or five meters from the ground.

The chest is constantly swollen.

The palm of his hand also broke a blood stain.

Just the knife.

Injury to self.

Just.

This spirit of the heavens has never been so high.

The whole person’s power has changed.

The haze before cleaning up.

Look at the smoke flowing below.

This geek can’t help but want to laugh.

This knife was the result of his years of thinking.

Today, being able to kill the forest inflammation is really making him out of the evil of these days.

The road is swept away.

His heart naturally became clear.

A lot of warriors in this city.

One of them could not help but sigh for the death of Lin Yan.

This linguist is a really capable young genius.

It's just too arrogant.

Unable to mess with the existence.

This leads to the end of life.

“What about genius?In the face of absolute power, this genius is nothing more than that.”

Someone whispered.

This word has aroused the sympathy of others.

"Yes, genius is just a talent."

"It's a pity that the strong of the future has fallen today."

And all of them are groaning.

If this forest is not in trouble with the temple.

Step-by-step cultivation.

It may become a giant in the future.

But now?

I’m afraid there can’t even be any bodies left.

Good.

But anyone who sees that Ye Xuantian is so terrible hit does not feel that Lin Yan can survive this trick.

This forest was first imprisoned by the cold light of the four heavens.

Surely it cannot be avoided.

Since there is no way to hide.

It can only be hard-tight.

The knife is so terrible.

The chance of survival of this forest is probably no more than 10%.

in the ear.

The laughter of the day remained.

The cold-light saint also waved.

The great dings of the auras were created, and in an instant they dissipated.

He had just checked the smoke.

There was no more half-breathing inside.

Obviously.

The boy was already crushed by a knife.

Just.

This cold light in the heart of the saint is at this time.

There was an ominous feeling.

No!

If this lint really broke up with a knife.

At least there will be blood spilled!

It should have breath!

There is no breath below now.

There is only one possibility!

That is:

This forest is not dead at all!

Think of that.

The cold-light saint looked down at the sky and the sky's soaked pupils suddenly!

Just.

This thought came out of the cold mind of the saint.

It's too late.

Brush!

A blinding sword.