Repugnant Gateway

Chen Shaobai was blown out by the four Yan Luo together, blood was already hanging on the corner of his mouth. He fell to the ground, holding the sickle of death in front of everyone.

The old man with a white beard looked sad: "Play it, play it, this time it will definitely die."

Chen Shaobai looked back, his eyes very cold. That wasn't an anxiety for their familiar eyes, which scared the old man with white beards.

"If it must die, my first."

He grabbed the sickle: "Those who hurt my brother, although thousands of miles, I will kill them."

He fixed his gaze on the seventh Yama, and rushed out a little under his feet.

That Chen Shaobai's voice, look, and eyes weren't anxious about Chen Shaobai who was familiar with them. But that person, that blood, that brotherhood, everyone is very familiar. That is Chen Shaobai, that is their brother who lives and dies together.

The seventh Yanluo watched Chen Shaobai rushing towards himself and punched him out. A turbulent storm swept through, and the strong shot of the Xianzun level was enough to destroy the world. Chen Shaobai's body was caught in the tide of the sea, and the endless tearing power was eroding his body. He didn't make concessions, and the skin on his body was instantly torn out of thousands of wounds. The same is true on the face, with a lot of blood on the face in the crackling sound.

The sickle of death fell down from above the sky, and the sickle, with its monstrous might, directly cut the big wave, and fell to the forehead of the seventh Yama.

"Do not control yourself!"

In the seventh Yan Luo appeared an iron sword, raised up sideways to block his head. With a bang, the sickle of death struck the iron sword, and a ripple visible to the naked eye swept out. The strange trees on the misty mountain were directly swept away where the light wave passed.

A Yan Luo saw that the empty door behind Chen Shaobai opened, and swept over from a short distance, and an iron gun was transformed into the palm of his hand, slamming from behind. Chen Shaobai has clearly noticed it, but he has never looked back or evaded. He still clasped the sickle of death with both hands and pressed down firmly. Seventh Yan Luo held the iron sword under tremendous pressure, his arms were shaking, his legs were shaking, after a while, his knees were soft, and he knelt down on one leg.

Poof!

Behind that shot, Yan Luo pierced Chen Shaobai's back. Chen Shaobai groaned, but didn't even look back.

"Whoever hurt my brother, for thousands of miles, no matter who it is, I will kill it!"

He only had the seventh Yarrow in his eyes, because it was the seventh Yarrow who shot his brother before he did not come. If there is no doubt today ... I am Chen Shaobai, the first one to die. Before I die, I will kill my brother.

That was the coldness in his eyes, and behind this coldness was the brotherly blood that he carefully hid.

The Yan Luo who stabbed Chen Shaobai didn't even care about himself when he saw that the other party was angry, "I see who you can kill, and I see how long you can persist. This humble human world ant, the **** world has no time for you to come to the wild. ! "

He kicked Chen Shaobai's back, pulled out the iron gun, and a column of blood was taken out of the wound. He raised the iron gun again: "Stop me!"

At the same time, Chen Shaobai also screamed: "Fuck me!"

A snap!

The sickle of death will cut the iron sword, and the sickle will be severely cut. The seventh Yan Luo's complexion changed greatly, and he fled out with a roll. Chen Shaobai saw him move, and hurried forward. The iron gun stabbed in the back actually fell through, slamming a big pit on the ground.

Another Yan Luo also took the opportunity to hit Chen Shaobai's temple from the side. The blow was too stiff and heavy. Chen Shaobai's pure black eyes were suddenly full of blood, and the strength of his punches almost penetrated the brain. His body flew out horizontally and fell to the ground, and a big spit of blood spouted from his mouth.

"Want to kill me?"

The seventh Yan Luo crawled a few steps, turned back and saw that Chen Shaobai had been knocked down on the ground, and then sneered. He hit the dust on his body: "Do not look at this place, this is the world of hell. You people. What are the qualifications of the world's dog stuff to show off their strength and, in addition, you are not qualified to be arrogant with your strength. "

"I……"

Chen Shaobai's mouth twitched, so cold and proud: "This devil, nature is crazy!"

He stretched his hand and no one noticed that when he fell, the sickle of Death's Scythe was right at the foot of the Seventh Yala. As he yanked towards his side, the seventh Yala couldn't help being dragged directly. Over here.

Chen Shaobai threw the sickle backwards with his right hand, and the huge sickle twirled and forced the two Yan Luo who came after him to retreat. He jumped up and rode on the seventh Yama, his black **** eyes so terrible.

"You don't die. After I die, how can I walk with my brother?"

He clenched his fists with both hands and hit them hard, and the two fists hit the head of the seventh Yarrow like a hammer. This blow directly smashed the head of the seventh Yala, and the skull shattered. Yan Luo in the back chased, and a shot pierced Chen Shaobai's back heart. The tip of the iron gun pierced from the position of the heart. If it wasn't for Chen Shaobai's fierce beating, it would pierce the heart.

The man in the back stabbed him one shot at a time. He vomited blood in his mouth and spurted blood in front of him, but he kept holding his fists in two hands and kept hitting him with a punch. After seven or eight consecutive times, Chen Shaobai's hands were covered with black sticky blood, and the seventh Yan Luo had long been immobile. The head was smashed into meat, and the broken bones were blasted like bullets everywhere.

"Little white!"

An Zheng snarled and tried to rush over, but could not move at all.

Chen Shaobai turned his head back, and that grim face was full of blood, his own blood. He glanced back still fiercely cold, but there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "Brother ... I will take a step first."

After saying this, he fell down, as if he had fallen a mountain.

"My baby apprentice!"

The old man with a white beard yelled. He wanted to rush over before, but he couldn't get close because he was blocked by other Yan Luo.

Standing in the distance, Lv Feng looked at the falling Chen Shaobai and slammed his Fang Tianhua halberd on the ground: "Although I do n’t know why Tan Shanse kills you, or who you are, but You are admirable in the World War I. You are a brotherly man, I admire Lu Feng! "

"That must die!"

The Yan Luo with the gun at the back raised the iron gun and pointed it at Chen Shaobai's head: "Since you want to die for the first time, I will fulfill you!"

The iron gun was raised, and there was cold light on the tip of the gun.

At this moment, something suddenly fell in the sky, and the dazzling purple brilliance made the eyes instantly useless. Not to mention contending for them, even the Yan Luo in the fairyland are the same. Everyone can't open their eyes with this strong light.

The purple light came like a meteor, and suddenly spread out when it was about to land. 108 pieces of purple light swept and swept over. The speed is so fast that no one can see, and at this moment no one can see. Yan Luo, who had a gun, did not understand what was going on, and 108 purple lights swept past him. After a second, he slowly looked down at his body, and then his head fell off with a snap.

As his head fell, his body fell piece by piece, being cut very smoothly.

One hundred and eight purple lights circled the crowd for a week, and then rushed towards An Zheng.

"Hurry away!"

The restored monkeys were so anxious that they saw Ziguang fighting towards An, but no one could stop it at this time. Even an immortal-level Yan Luo can't stop Ziguang from sweeping, and now Anzheng will definitely die in front of that Ziguang.

Puff Puff Puff Puff ...

Continuous sounds rushed into people's ears, and everyone watched as the 108 purple lights penetrated An Zheng's body. Every purple light rushed in from the front of Anzheng's body and shot out from behind Anzheng's body. The blood sprayed like mist, and An Zheng's body seemed to be cut into pieces in an instant.

"Enjoy!"

Du Shou, who fell to the ground, raised his hand and shouted, his throat was almost hoarse and almost could not make a sound. The monkey braced himself and wanted to rush over, so he walked a few steps and fell to the ground. The same is true of everyone else, but the active Huan Wan did not respond at all.

Anzheng shook his body a few times, then fell to his knees with a thump.

The 108 purple lights came out through the body. It is strange that besides the blood flow, there are some black things besides the An Zheng body. I don't know what it is. An Zheng knelt down on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand, and the blood in his eyes began to fill. In a flash, those eyes were as daunting as the beast.

One hundred and eight purple lights penetrated An Zheng's flesh and disappeared. No one knew what it was.

But at this time, people saw Anzhen's shoulders light up, followed by a piece of purple nails slowly emerged. First on the shoulder, then on the arm, and then the arm was wrapped with nails. Then the chest, lower abdomen, thighs, feet ... An Zhen's purple brilliance continued from one body to another, but the speed was very fast. That's it.

And for a few seconds, everyone, including Yan Luo, was stupid. No one knows what is happening, what is happening.

An Zheng slowly stood up, before his pale face actually changed, his blood returned. The strong purple light made people unable to see his expression clearly, but he felt a powerful and unbearable force that could not help but pray to be recovering.

"Reverse scale!"

An Zhengmeng raised his head, the two purple lights in his eyes shot straight out, and instantly shattered a Yan Luo directly into fragments.

"reset!"

As he screamed, the armor of his body made the sound of metal impact, and every armor plate was trembling, as if it was cheering, and it seemed to be excitedly telling the feeling of parting. Then all the nails were restored to their original positions, and a set of simple and well-formed armor was completely formed.