Invincible Fairy King in the City

Villa at the moment under the hill.

There are two fierce battles between the two world-class masters and the void. Han Zilong had only a demigod, but the majestic spiritual power and profound martial arts accomplishment were amazing, and the power of the heavenly hegemony was fully exerted by him.

This made Earl Wilson secretly startled. In the confrontation with Han Zilong, he even took less than half a point of advantage, and the blood occult skills were difficult to interfere with each other. The opponent who let him start to fight with him was really only demigod. Repair it?

The two blasted high in the air for a few steps, each stepping back. Count Wilson took a deep breath, and the tide of blood behind him continued, whispering to somewhere in the void: "You haven't waited yet, this is your opponent."

Somewhere in the void, a holy light shed, a man shrouded in infinite holy light came, and the feathers and white fluorescent spots fell with him.

The figure descended, rolling pressure swept the Quartet, and stood safely opposite Han Zilong.

"It turned out to be a bald angel."

Han Zilong smiled lightly, but his face became more and more dignified. The Son of Light, the peak of the first stage of the divine realm, was far more terrifying than the strength of Earl Wilson.

Second place!

Father Wang was lying on the ground dying, and the arrival of the Son of Light made him almost desperate. It turned out that the Wang family had no hope at all. One Earl Wilson was not enough, and now a second miracle appeared.

The appearance of Han Zilong gave them a glimmer of hope, but the advent of the Son of Light has shattered their hopes, leaving only infinite despair.

"You go, young man, you can't control this thing anymore. There is still a chance to go now. Don't kill our dead people."

Mr. Wang whispered.

Han Zilong glanced back at Mr. Wang, who was struggling on the ground, shook his head and said, "Lin Youye had several times of life-saving grace to me, and he also passed on Fa-grace, and this life was returned to him." Then I turned to Wang Xiaomei and others with a firm tone: "I would rather die here than rescue you."

As he said, since he dared to show up today, he must come to death with determination to fight.

"Did you let him go, did you ask me?" Count Wilson sneered, and then he turned to look at the Son of Light: "This child is so talented that it will be another Lin Youye in the future. Cut the grass as soon as possible."

"it is good."

The Son of Light nodded, but Lin Youye did not kill him that day, but chose to let Han Zilong's future shame on his own. What a stupid decision it seemed at first. But now it seems that the Son of Light also has to admit that the dead guy has an extraordinary vision. In time, this Han Zilong may really defeat him.

But now ...

It's too tender!

The son of light, Earl Wilson, attacked back and forth, Han Zilong roared again and again, his arrogant strength was astounding, but in front of the two divine realms, he seemed to be incapable.

The Son of Light, the pinnacle figure in the first level of Divine Realm, even though he was defeated by Lin Youye in the sky three months ago, he still couldn't hide his old style. It is said that now, even if Han Zilong breaks into the realm in the future, he will definitely be his enemy.

It is even more indistinguishable between the first entry of the divine realm and the peak of the first divine realm. Although Han Zilong can fight the first divine realm, it is undoubtedly defeated to face the existence of the Son of Light, let alone have An Count Wilson stared sideways.

In just a few dozen moves, Han Zilong fell completely into a slump, and the Son of Light seemed to be full of spirits, teasing and saying: "Lin Youye was really stupid. He didn't kill me at the moment. Now I will kill you. I hope he in Hell will Repent.

"Tianjinquan!" Han Zilong roared again and again, throwing his fists one after the other, and every punch was pouring with horrible energy, and Earl Wilson who was fighting him directly felt a lot of pressure.

"Blood flow."

Earl Wilson spit out a few words, and then Han Zilong's blood flowed back, and his movement became slow. Han Zilong growled in a low voice, and the blood of the sky dome body was excited. He walked between the bodies, forcing the feeling of spraying out that blood.

At this time, the attack of the Son of Light also came to his eyes. One hand of the Holy Light blocked the sky, and the white sky was full of murder. In that white light, innumerable holy light lasing.

"kill!"

Han Zilong's failures and vomiting blood, that is, the strength of the sky domineering body, can persist to this day, and it has been a long time since he died. It didn't take long for the clothes to be stained with red blood, and the blood that was shot soared into the entrance with counts of Earl Wilson's spell.

"dead!"

The Son of Light sneaked up to kill, a hand of light transforming into a growth sword, running through Han Zilong's body.

In another battlefield, the situation of Lu Beidou is not optimistic. The Lance Filip opposite him has a demigod, and the purity of blood is higher than that of Count Wilson. It is definitely among the many demigods in the world. The top exists.

But Lu Beidou refined his flesh but did not cultivate his spiritual power, and he was undoubtedly suffering a lot in the face of blood people who interfered with blood flow. He was losing ground. At this moment, the solid body was also full of wounds. The wounds were scabbed, and no new blood flowed out.

This is what he deliberately did, otherwise if a new wound appeared, Lansip's side would immediately perform the mystery of blood and pull the blood out along the wound. The most taboo of fighting blood races is injury. If you don't notice them, you can drain the blood of your opponent's body.

However, with the passage of time, Lu Beidou's wounds became more and more, his blood flew up, and his counterattack became weaker and weaker. In another battlefield, Wang Xiaomei hugged Lin Xiao, and the three or four masters of Huajing in front of him joined forces to fight, which was already the end of the crossbow.

A guru stopped in front of Wang Xiaomei with a demon knife. The sharp blade cut hair strands a few meters away. Wang Xiaomei was exhausted and raised his weak palm to block. Under the sharp blade So weak. It seems like the weakest struggle in the catastrophe.

A teardrop appeared in the corner of Wang Xiaomei's eyes, as if standing in the distance with a familiar figure. The young man smiled mildly and his height gradually shrunk. Youths, teenagers, and babies all the way down to the ground, everything before them all came to their eyes.

"Is it an illusion."

A teardrop slipped down, and in front of her eyes, the baby gradually grew up and became a macho man, appearing in the distance in the sky, becoming more and more clear. She wanted to see her children again before dying, but this could only be a distant dream.

A razor-sharp knife cut through the cheek, the infinite hallucinations dissipated, and only one demon sword remained in his pupil.

"Can only ... continue to reunite?"

Wang Xiaomei closed her eyes and waited for death. At this moment she felt calm, no fear, no hatred, and even a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

Soon, their family would be reunited.

"It's over, I'll send you a family reunion." The Master Huajing looks indifferent, his wrists are strong, and the demon sword slashes fiercely.

"you dare!"

At this moment, there was a roar in the distance, as if a thunderous thunder, and the owner of the demon knife grunted, and was roared by this sudden voice, his wrist suddenly stopped. A dust-like shadow galloped from the sky. As the sound fell, the 'dust' grew bigger and bigger, rushing towards the villa frantically.

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