The Supreme Realm of Fighting Break

Chapter 544 Killing the Islamic Demon Cult (4)

Chapter 97 Killing Islam (4)

Facing the large-scale group attack of the two, Ziying locked on the enemy in the melee, and the purple lightning in the autumn-like eyes gradually burned, and the next moment, he had transformed into a thousand illusory shadows strangely.

Wherever each illusory figure appeared, there was an Iraqi cult member covering his throat, blood gurgling along his fingers, his eyes resting on the illusory delicate body in disbelief, and then waiting for the thousands of illusory figures to disappear into the air In the middle, he fell straight down.

Thousands of people fell to the ground at the same time, but there was only a sound of contact with the ground. This sweating scene witnessed the power of Ziying's new fighting technique.

The footsteps of the Yimo leader who wanted to move seemed to have taken root, nailed to the ground and never dared to move again, and the remaining Yimo followers were also frightened by the killing gods, and rushed towards Xiao Yao and Nan Er in a panic. On Ming's side, I hope that these two people are not as perverted as those in front of them, hoping for a little bit of luck.

"Damn it, do you really think I'm a persimmon?" Nan Erming was a little bit dumbfounded, looking at the Yimo Cultists who were surging like bereaved dogs, he couldn't bring up the desire to use the shocking gun at all.

Staring at the approaching crowd with some resentment, Nan Erming patted his palms lightly, and the light green mist, like a flowing transparent body, gradually became thicker, drowning the rushing people like a floating veil. The Immortals at the front covered the scenery within a few hundred feet with a hazy and dizzy shell.

The dreamlike mist quickly penetrated into the protective fighting spirit of the Yimo Cultists, and merged with their bodies. The fastest one rushed suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and his consciousness was blurred for a while. He clutched his chest and fell on the ground On the ground, the body corroded rapidly, and the green mist gradually rose from the internal organs, and then melted into the endless mist, and the mist became thicker.

As the bodies fell one after another, the fog was so thick that it was almost impossible to melt away. The fairyland-like thick fog was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing all living objects. In a blink of an eye, Nan Er Within a few hundred meters of Ming, there was no living person who could stand up anymore.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Yimo Cultists who were rushing forward and fleeing for the road turned pale with fright and wanted to retreat. The storm raised its staff lightly, and the wind turned instantly. After falling down, the screams suddenly fell silent again, leaving corpses all over the ground..

So far, all the Yimo Cultists who invaded the Xiao Clan, including the terrified Yimo Cult Master who was at a loss, remained only a few dozen people, and at this time Xiao Yao was standing proudly in front of these remnant soldiers.

"Don't you want to escape from this old man? This old man has granted your wish." Glancing at the stunned remnants of the defeated general, Xiao Yao coldly raised his palm, and clenched it tightly, the surging white fighting spirit quickly condensed It became a huge phantom, and there was the faint sound of a lion's roar.

The strength of the five-star elementary level exploded at full strength, and Xiao Yao just punched hard, and a huge white lion loomed in it, which made people's mind break down.

The Imo leader, who had long lost his fighting spirit, reluctantly raised his hands to fight a trapped beast, but was immediately blown away like a kite with a broken string, hitting countless flowers and trees all the way before being carried into the grass, while the rest of the remains All of them bleed to death from seven holes under the power of one punch.

The leader of Yimo, who was struggling in a panic, was in tattered clothes. Seeing that he was the only one left in Yimojiao in the valley, his hands and feet became icy cold. It was fish on the chopping board. He stared blankly at Xiao Yan and the others who stepped in step by step, and suddenly let out a burst of hysterical laughter.

"Are you going to kill yourself or do you want to survive?" Xiao Yan stopped a few steps away from Yi Mo's leader and asked in a cold voice.

(End of this chapter)