"Little brute, I can't imagine that you are God's third great day of cultivation, actually so terrible!"

Fan Junwu's eyes stared viciously at Wang Lian, stretched out his left hand, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and smiled, "But do you think that this will kill the man?"Let me tell you, the true strength of this man has not yet been revealed.”

"Indeed, this means of the man himself is not willing to be easily exerted.But that's what you forced me to do."

“Today, let me show you the true means of this man.”If you can die under this means of your own man, you will also be damned and blind.”

Fan Junwu said that here, the face was distorted, and the look became incomparably thorny.

He laughed and screamed, “Crack the mystery, tear!”

He fell, but he didn’t do anything.But his look, becoming incomparably thorny, and some pain, seemed to be exerting an extremely terrible means.

Wang Yan was wondering what means Fan Junwu had put in place.

Suddenly, I felt an invisible force, pouring into the sea of knowledge, like countless snakes, tearing and biting their own spirit.

“Bad, it’s a mental attack!”

The pain of the spirit being torn apart made the king almost faint.

He held back the pain and cried out in his heart, “Not good.”

Spiritual attack means, but incomparably strange, make people invincible, difficult to resist.

Moreover, this kind of spiritual attack means of Fan Junwu are also very strange and strong.Obviously, it is also a more powerful existence in the spiritual attack means.

“What about the little bastard, how about that?Isn't it painful?Do you feel better than dead?That is the real means of the man.”

Fan Junwu looked at Wang's lonely and painful look, and laughed with great pride: "Originally, this means, the load on the person's own spiritual strength is very large."The man himself is unwilling to act.But you forced me to do it all.Little beast, in the midst of suffering to death...”

The smile on his face became more and more intense.

But at this time, I saw the king's silence with incomparable pain, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose slightly, and an evil smile appeared: "You are wrong, the person who is going to die in pain is not me."It's you!"

After saying this, I saw Wang Yan's left hand wave and slap his hand to Fan Junwu.

In the left hand of Wang Lian, a strange black flame was spewed out.

The fire instantly came to the fire in front of Fan Junwu.Fan Junwu hurriedly beat his sword, but this flame was invisible, and his sword could not destroy the flame at all.

In the blink of an eye, this strange black flame burrowed into Fan Junwu's body.

And Fan Junwu, the proud smile on his face, suddenly disappeared, replaced by the look of pain.

I saw him leave the sword in his hand, hold his head in his hands, kneeling on the ground with a painful face, and howl bitterly and sighed, "Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhLittle beast, what have you done to my people, why do I feel my mental strength, my spirit, all are burning, so painful...”

Wang Lian did not rush to answer Fan Junwu's question, but ran the "Nine Prisons Swallowing Tips", first of all his knowledge of the sea, Fan Junwu's intrusion of the spirit, all swallowed up.

At this time, he looked up, looked at Fan Junwu coldly, and sneered: "Your biggest mistake is to deal with me with mental attack."I forgot to tell you, in fact, the most powerful thing I am, not the sword, but the spiritual force."

This is a huge force, it’s stupid.

Don't forget that Wang Lian is a man who has a burning black fire.

Burning the soul of the black fire, restraining all the souls of the world, whether it is the spirit of the living, or the ghost of the dead.

With Wang's silent compared to the spiritual attack method, this Fan Junwu is obviously looking for death.

"How?"Your sword is so powerful, you are still good at spiritual means?How old are you, how old are you, and how can there be such a terrible person in the world?”

He looked up at the king’s eyes incredulously.Feeling the burning pain of the spirit, he could not help but scream.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

At this time, the king had already stepped forward and walked to his face.

I saw that Wang was condescending, his face was cold, and his tone said in indifferent: "Under this day, only Laozi steals other people's things, which is the turn of others to steal old things?"Be obedient to death.Remember, in the next life, before robbing someone else, you'll shine the dog's eye."

In the midst of the speech, Wang Lian raised his hand to completely lose his life.

“No!No!Do not...”

Fan Junwu saw this scene and suddenly shouted in horror: "You can't kill this man."Do you know who this person is?My husband, but one of the most powerful forces in the Tianyan continent, the golden light gate disciple, if you dare to kill the man, we will not let you go to the Golden Gate.”

“The Golden Gate?”

Wang was surprised, staring at Fan Junwu, and couldn't believe it: "You are actually a disciple of Jinguangmen?"

Seeing the change in the look of Wang's silence, Fan Junwu thought that Wang Lianjun was a long-smelling golden light, so he was afraid.

So, on his face, he suddenly appeared in a look of greatness.

I saw him resist the pain of the burning spirit, and he smiled with great pride: "Yes, this man is the disciple of Jinguang Gate."Haha, are you afraid?You know, right?Regretted, right?”

"But it doesn't matter!There is still time to remedy!”

Fan Junwu stared at Wang Lian, and smiled fiercely: “As long as you kneel on the ground, apologize to your husband.”Then, give your storage ring, as well as your sword method, mental attack.The man could have been unrepentant.”

“Wasn’t it ever to blame?”

Wang Lian was raised in the corner of his mouth, and an evil smile appeared: “I am sorry to tell you.”If you are a person of other forces, the old man may be able to forgive you for not dying.But since you are a disciple of the Golden Gate, then honestly die.”

After saying this, Wang Lian's left hand was already pressed on the lid of Fan Junwu's celestial spirit.

At the same time, the practice of "Nine Prisons swallowing heaven" was running up, and began to devour the true element of Fan Junwu, as well as spiritual strength.

Nine prisons swallow heaven, but even the mental strength can swallow.

Fan Junjun is the master of the fourth heaven and peak of God's territory, and his spiritual strength is as vast as the sea, and he cannot be wasted.

In this way, I saw Fan Junwu's body dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was full of black hair, and in the blink of an eye it was white and dry.

His whole body of strength, constantly swallowed by the king's silence, absorbed.