Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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boom!

In the sound of anger, Ye Chen opened the domineering body, and the golden figure of a hundred feet was more dazzling in the crowd of black people. Each of the twinkling lights was dazzling and dazzling.

Kill him, kill me!

The leaders of all ethnic groups in Honghuang growled, like crazy dogs.

The words fell, and the surrounding sacred sacred saints each launched their own attacks, or mysteries, or magic weapons, and overwhelmed the sky, before the sky really fell. Although the Baizhang body was large, it was attacked by the sky. But it doesn't seem to be enough. There are too many strong Honghuang.

The people were pale, and their hearts were shaking.

Thousands of great saints will be killed on the spot, even if the quasi-empire is attacked.

A group of rat generations!

As soon as Ye Chen drank the earthquake, he blessed the power of the Primordial Spirit, and the sound wave formed a halo. Centering on him, he spread to the four sides and cultivated as a weak great saint. The king, blown up in pieces, couldn't hold Ye Chen's roar.

At the same time, the sky attack fell.

Ye Chen never stood up and was beaten. The moment before the attack, he entered the dusty space.

Although he was gone, the attack did not stop.

The combined attack of thousands of great saints destroyed the void and destroyed it.

Thousands of holy saints were surrounded before the clouds of smoke dispersed.

died?

Without seeing Ye Chen, Honghuang people froze for a moment.

It disappeared so easily. The Honghuang tribe was a bit surprised, but if you think about it, you are relieved. The thousands of great saints could not be carried by the quasi-empire, let alone a little holy king. What about the ancient holy body? What about the bodyguards of the two quasi-perfect soldiers, it is impossible to escape.

Are you happy? If you are happy, change me!

Before waiting for the famine surprise, a cold utterance sounded.

Ye Chen pinched the dusty space, still holding a mace in his hand.

The mace was transformed by Chaos Ding, but it was several tens of times larger than before, only because Ye Chen was in a state of hegemony, and the weapon he held was also correspondingly larger.

Seeing the Honghuang people, they suddenly changed color.

Ye Chen attacked, grabbing dozens of feet of mace, and rushed into the enemy's array, throbbing wildly.

puff!

The blood light suddenly appeared, Ye Chen swept away, and the adult was knocked over.

Honghuang peoples were caught off guard by surprise.

Some of the pictures are lawless.

Ye Chen resembles a dragon into the sea, arbitrarily tossing, wantonly moving mace, without seeing which tribe it is, when he sees someone, he smashes and looks away, all flying silhouettes, **** flesh, broken soldiers, Falling into the sky, the vast land was stained with blood.

It should be said that Hong Huang was not a vegetarian, and he quickly stabilized.

Then, they saw hundreds of killings, and Da Sheng personally took charge, sweeping out the annihilation array.

Seeing this operation, the practitioners mourned for the Honghuang people.

Do n’t you know that the Eucharist knows the world?

Before confining the space, they rushed to attack and kill the battlefield, which was purely stimulating.

As people thought, Ye Chen did not fight hard to fight the battlefield, moved the world to change the ground, and replaced the space with the Honghuang people, killing the battlefield God Mang shot, but destroyed his family one after another.

The leader of the tribe was furious, but forgot about it, and hurriedly ordered the confinement space.

He had suffered a loss, and had been served twice. Ye Chen would have planted it for the third time. Just after the space was imprisoned, Xianmang was shot in his body. The big holy soldier was blown up by him on the spot.

Instantly, the imprisoned space was blasted.

At this instant, he leapfrogged and stepped into the crowd without any opening remarks.

Moreover, the position of this cricket is very particular.

It ’s like crossing a gang, go wherever there are many people, go for a ticket, and change places with a single shot. There is no rule at all. Whenever he takes a shot, there are people who die, and the spirit is scattered.

The chiefs of the tribe were furious, and they stopped fighting and joined the war.

Thousands of great saints were also violent, besieging from the Quartet.

Ye Chen became uriney. He opened dozens of bans, and his combat power increased sharply.

For this reason, he was severely wounded more than once. The overlord's appearance was repeatedly detonated, spreading to the sacred body, exploding frequently, and the blood and bones of Jin Chancan were exposed, which was very dazzling.

However, this did not affect his killing at all.

He has the Eucharist and possession, and the Holy Word returns to heaven, strong enough to help him regret the floods and famines.

boom! boom!

The empty sky outside the city has completely become a place of chaos. Some people frequently bleed the sky, and others frequently fell into the sky, such as the battle between the gods and demons, the fighting world broke down, and the sun and moon hit.

It can be seen that the floods suffered heavy losses.

Every blood flower blooms, it shows the destruction of a great saint.

The Honghuang strong roared and became so angry that the five internal organs hurt.

They still underestimated Ye Chen, there are only two quasi-empire soldiers, so powerful, thousands of great saints! Instead of losing him, the anti-killed man turned over and blocked him.

Unfortunately, King Jin Mao is dead, and no one can strip Ye Chen's quasi-empire.

war!

Ye Chen hissed, still so aggressive and overwhelming, overwhelmed again and again, but killed again and again, supporting the foreign minister's overlord body, in the army of the Honghuang tribe, overthrowing the river, like a **** of war, walking on the corpse mountain, flowing the blood , All the way, no one can match it.

He's been mad and tireless.

The anger at Hong Huang made him so murderous that every drop of holy blood was burning like a fire. With one person's strength, the Hong Hong tribe that was killed, thousands of great saints, could not be defeated.

"Is this the power of the Eucharist?" The meditators muttered to themselves.

"Thousands of great saints! The ghost that was killed by Ye Chen alone was crying, and the Eucharist is against the sky."

"Compared to the slaughter of the emperor, this is a little bit of a mess."

"Ye Chen is destined to pull back a game."

"Retreat, quickly retreat." When Ren Xiu shouted for cheering, the leaders of the clan screamed.

This battle can't be fought anymore, and they will fight on. Ye Chen will die out. Ye Chen is a demon evil.

Under the order, more than a dozen Honghuang peoples collectively retreated and continued to crawl.

Where to go!

Ye Chen clutched the mace, and chased after him. Once he caught up, the club would smash.

It is ridiculous that there are more than a dozen races in the floodlands, from the highest saint to the highest sage to the highest saint. There is no one who dares to turn around and fight. All I know is that if you run slowly, you will be destroyed and flee.

That chaotic scene is really an excellent irony.

More than a dozen flood-race races! Thousands of great floods! Regardless of the repair, or the lineup, Ye Chen was completely crushed. In these situations, they were chased by one person.

The world should understand why the famine flees.

This is being killed out of the shadows, not afraid to fight, but from the bottom of my heart, they are afraid of Ye Chen, which is their nightmare, Ye Chen is the killing **** in the nightmare, reaping their lives.

Hong Huang escaped and escaped from the Netherland.

But Ye Chen was still chasing, converging the external domineering body, and melting into the inner dominating body, and the mace in his hand, at this moment, also changed into a **** bow, a **** bow condensed by fairy fire. .

puff! puff!

As the arrows of Thunder God shot out, the fleeing Honghuang people fell one by one.

Ye Chen's crosshairs were still good, and the fire was thundering, one by one.

Behind everyone, Xiu Xiu went out of the ancient city and followed up. It has always been a disaster caused by floods. It is rare to see floods so embarrassing. Nowadays, you ca n’t miss it. You have to take pictures and pass it from generation to generation. In history, there was an overbearing God of War.

Chased and fled, stepping into the starry sky.

The rumbling sounded louder, and the stars buzzed.

Those who came to the auction to see this picture, all talked about discoloration.

No wonder, the famine is too big, and most of it is a great sanctuary.

However, when they were seen and killed, they were all shocked again. When they were seen and killed, it was Ye Chen. The whole person was petrified again.

Since the ruins of Tianzun, Hong Huang has been silent for 70 years.

Since the tide of robbery, the Eucharist has disappeared for 70 years.

Going to war again?

Ye Chen and Hong Huang, should they continue their grievances of the past, and endlessly die?

A chase and escape, too much movement, attracted too many people, seeing the great power of the ancient sacred body, killing Honghuang lost helmets and armor removal, are extremely excited, blood can not help boiling.

Sure enough, those who can support the facades of the heavens must be the ancient Eucharist.

This sentence has become a truth and is engraved in the hearts of the world.