Among the dead white traces, five large or small wormholes exuded a gloomy atmosphere, and the mountain-like pressure made Li Yan's hair stand on end.
The upper body of "Can't Want" was stuck in the wormhole, and he pulled his waist out desperately. His throat screamed out.
Roar!
Li Yan's eyes darkened, crimson blood flowed from his cochlea, and the blood vessels around his eyelids swelled and burst. He blinked with difficulty, and the blood foam was wiped away on the eyeballs, leaving only shallow of yellow.
And the tiger-headed gun still shot!
Li Yan held the gun with his left wrist up, and pressed down with his right thumb. In the white-gold stream of light that filled the sky, one after another of the gun tassels rippled in the stream, and the big gun hit the Yanfu fruit core one after another. The gun blade blares!
The sharpness value of the chiseled golden tiger head gun is as high as 100, the high-strength damage bonus of the [gun fang], the hidden flying feathers pouring down like wild wind and snow, the frost color of Jie Jie on the surface of the amber walnut shell Gradually spread.
The eight streams of purple fire became more and more agitated, hitting the walnut shell with a bang bang,
?Contains the most precious secret of a fruit and the most vigorous vitality of the Yanfu fruit core, with a sharpness of 100, and a tiger-headed spear with a mysterious origin. Which of these two things is harder?
The answer is not important, because they are all harder than Li Yan's hands.
A splatter of blood!
Large chunks of flesh were torn off Li Yan's tiger head. The tail of the white-gold streamer shook off, and the twitching blood vessels on Li Yanhu's mouth sprayed blood, but the wound was quickly frozen by the power of the nine phoenixes, and then torn by the gun barrel, then frozen, and then torn
The angry Tic-Tac-toe vein protruded an inch from Li Yan's temple!
The complexion is as white as milk, and the girl with closed eyes raised her face. The streamer of the platinum tiger's head gun and the blizzard-like hidden feathers formed a symphony, and spider web-like patterns of frost spread from Li Yan's feet.
The Feather Lord was between Li Yan, Henbieli, and Feng Yi. Whether it was the Yellow River's anger or the gloomy mask, it was difficult for him to move an inch, and he couldn't hurt a single hair of Li Yan.
Hate parted and turned his neck, the heavy mask on his face stiffened a lot.
"Boom~"
The gun blade hit the surface of the walnut shell, and the ice slag swirled out.
Li Yan bit the tip of his tongue, and his two star-like deep eyes were darkened, which was the congestion of burst blood vessels around the eye sockets.
The blood dip broke out!
The sound of freezing sounded on the surface of the walnut shell.
Huchi~huchi
Li Yan panted heavily, and the tiger-headed gun fell to the ground with a clang, and Li Yan's hands were too horrible to look at.
The bright red minced meat drooped on the skin of the tiger's mouth, and the bones of Sensen's hand were smoothed by more than half!
As for the surface of Yan Fu's shell, apart from being covered with a thin layer of ice, there is not even a single crack
It seems to be another 50%.
Li Yan lowered his head to look at his hands. Now he can't even put on a belt.
Feng Yi laughed loudly: "It seems that I am the one who fell short for the sake of the mountain~"
As soon as Feather Master took a step back, Hate Bieli with long braids bumped into his arms, and the phantom of the ever-expanding dark red vicious mask enveloped Feather Master inside. Don't let him make up for that final blow.
Inside the crystal clear walnut shell, the flaming purple flame flickered.
Li Yan, who used Hidden Fly twice in a row, endured more than a tidal wave of fatigue. With a plop, he knelt down in front of the Yanfu fruit core. Although the throbbing pain in his temple almost made him faint, he still showed an intriguing smile.
Inside the shell is fire, and outside the shell is ice.
Kara~
A long crack spread from the shell, breaking the word Sifan on the core from the middle.
"not good!"
Hate partingly shook the back of his hand, and was hit on the lower abdomen with a fist from Feather Master.
A trace of purple tail flame came out from the cracks in the walnut shell, and then there was a sound of crackling, and the huge core of the fruit, which was much taller than Li Yan, shattered.
Drowsy, Li Yan recalled Danniang's words again.
"I've confirmed the Yanfu fruit core in Feng Yi's mouth. Although I can't say it, but"
"When I saw it, I felt the vigorous vitality of the sea."
What came to Li Yan's face was a deep golden red ointment.
Boom~
Split into tens of thousands of pieces of amber core, together with eight streams of purple fire, they flew in all directions. Li Yan, who was about to pass out, tried his last bit of strength,Yan Yang bit something on his face, and he didn't know if it was a piece of fruit core or a wooden and copper object in the purple flame, so he closed his eyes and lost consciousness.
Deep cursing voices rang out, and as the core shattered, wormholes collapsed one after another quickly and disappeared.
"I can't ask for it" stared at the collapsed Li Yan with resentful eyes, and the shrinking wormhole was supported by his palm, and it stopped collapsing!
He gritted his teeth, and finally let go, disappearing into endless dead white traces.
?Hate to move away from the footsteps, fly back tens of meters, and stand with Feng Yi
Lord Feather withdrew his gaze and looked at Feng Yi, who had an ugly face, and Hate Parting, who was hunched over.
He bowed his back and spread his arms out, imitating the way he hated parting when he first appeared.
"I can't make it through~"
Chi~
Shooting from the back of his instep, he hated parting and held his breath, but unexpectedly, Yuzhu didn't rush to attack, but pulled out Li Yan who was submerged in the golden-red ooze.
Two black wings spread more than 20 meters and shook off, and the Feather Lord held the fainted Li Yan in one hand, condescending.
"Father, fight for it?"
Feng Yi asked calmly.
Hate partingly raised his mask: "Now, I may not be able to fight"
Heaven and earth are useless.
Four large characters were printed on the paper cup, and a man in a white sportswear stood in the middle of the scene at some point, facing Henbieli and Feng Yi, and took a sip of white water.
Hate the hole in the parting mask and stare at the huge opening of the black wings in the sky.
A rumbling sound came out from the opening, and several streams of fire quickly fell down. Among the streams of fire, there were figures one after another.
The man in the sportswear looked at Hen Bie Li for a few moments. He moved away and saw the big braid behind "Hen Bie Li", and suddenly realized.
"Hate parting?"
The voice of hating parting was deep: "I haven't seen you for two years, and your kid has become a ten master."
The mediator gulped down the boiled water, flipped the paper cup upside down, and the inky words "Heaven and earth are useless" magnified in the air, and then magnified again.
With the mouth of the paper cup facing down, it seemed to cover both Hate Parting and Feng Yi.
"Ah Feng, we screwed up."
Hate to leave and laughed.
Click.
The paper cup stopped.
A giant hand stretched out from the strange dead white, holding the paper cup firmly.
The mediator's face changed wildly.
The arm that catches the paper cup is wrapped in a black Haiqing robe sleeve, and the rest of the body is behind the traces of "the power of si mortal".
With a slight lift of that hand, he threw the paper cup back to Jiezhu, then spread out his five fingers, gathered them back together, held the laughing Hate Bie Li and Feng Yi in the palm of his hand, and slowly retracted them.
Feather Master's eyebrows and eyes were all raised, and the black wings of the mountain supported on the fruit's mouth slapped down, and the sky and the earth changed color in an instant, and the entire Jambo Fruit was plunged into a pitch-black darkness.
"Aid Korea, stop!"
The mediator yelled.
In the darkness, the fierce Nuo wood mask lowered.
Hate Bie Li knew that he couldn't hurt the two masters, Yu Jie, and even Li Yan, who was no more than "Ten Capitals" but caused Si Fan to lose all games.
So the Nuo wood mask was aimed at the corner of the Meridian Gate, the Wushan people who hardly had any sense of presence.
"Hehe~"
Lord Feather shot out in anger, Master Jie had no time to be distracted, and in the darkness, a dark red phantom mask fell on the Meridian Gate.
Hiding among the ruins, Zhao Xin, who couldn't see anything, felt hot between his brows, as if his soul was about to leave his body.
Then, his body sank
"Lord Sifan"
After the darkness passed, Feather Master gritted his teeth.
"Yanchao, you are too impulsive."
As the mediator spoke, his nose twitched.
"Where is the smell of blood"
The two frowned and looked towards the Meridian Gate at the same time.
Among the ruins, there is blood like splashed ink, and the flesh and bones are mixed together, like Shura hell.
The baby-faced body that was with the old man was crushed into a puddle of flesh.
Wu Shan was like a dead man, the whole right half of his body was rotten, the flesh and blood from half of his face disappeared, and one eye socket was black and red.
Zhao Xin's lips were trembling, her face was covered with blood spots, her whole body was buried in a piece of muddy flesh, and a corner of her clothes was exposed in the rotting bone mud.
"elder brother?"
Zhao Xin asked softly.
There was no sound.
"elder brother!!!"
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Zhao Xin asked softly.
There was no sound.
"elder brother!!!"
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