Supreme Conquering System

Desolate world.

West Desert.

In the desolate desert, the sky is full of yellow sand and ruins are everywhere.

There are dozens of people, confront the two!

On one side are dozens of powerful feathered men, on the other side are a seriously injured and dying young man, and a black-haired man holding a bow and arrows.

"roll!"

Facing dozens of feathers, the black-haired man uttered a word indifferently.

"Bold!"

"presumptuous!"

"Boy, who do you think you are, dare to let us go?"

As soon as this remark came out, many powerful eruptions were furious.

Which one of them is not the elder or head teacher of the nine major factions, sitting on the side, enjoys a prestigious name in the barren world.

Who dares to let them go, who is worthy to let them go?

"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, there is no way to hell, you break in!

Boy, no matter who you are, if we dare to speak to us like this, we will kill you! "

The Xuanpao man sneered.

As he spoke, the mana surging around him turned into a screaming dragon, like a fairy descending into the world!

"Such a madman, it's time to be killed, kill this person first, let's talk about the issue of the inheritance of the ten thousand sage!"

An old woman dressed up as a strong man, with a sharp tone and a dry face, gave people a feeling like a monster.

Mo Yi recognized this person, the old monster of Jiu Ming Sect, who slaughtered his whole family!

This person, although in the body of a woman, is so murderous that he has reached an astonishing level. One day, he even slaughtered ten cities!

Just for practicing a magic skill!

"can!"

Many feathers nodded, taking a step forward in unison.

"boom!"

A powerful ecumenical figure releases momentum and shakes the world.

Mo Yi was crushed by this momentum, and his whole body was curled up in the corner, shaking involuntarily, and cold sweat broke out.

He can escape for days under dozens of feathers, not because he can resist these dozens of feathers!

All that depends on is that he has cultivated into a ten thousand magic battle body, and Venerable Feather cannot kill him with one blow.

In addition, he cultivated the sage of ten thousand dharma saints, and he could explode faster than the feathered venerable, in order to survive by chance.

In terms of strength, he is less than dozens of feathers, any one!

"senior……"

Mo Yi struggled and looked at the black-haired man.

He wanted to persuade the black-haired man to leave, otherwise he might die.

In his eyes, these dozens of feathered Venerables, no, among the countless creatures in the barren world, they are as powerful as gods!

With a single blow, you can break thousands of miles away!

After all, he was just a celestial warrior, and Mo Yi did not have a deep understanding of the realm above celestial beings.

Dozens of feathers, in Mo Yi's view, are already comparable to the power of a saint, even the power is invincible!

After all, the feeling that Ten Thousand Dharma Sages gave him, never had dozens of feathers at this moment, which brought him a lot of pressure!

This black-haired man may be a strong man, but how could he be the opponent of dozens of feathers?

"A few bugs, who gave you the courage to step into your majesty's retreat?"

Faced with dozens of feathers, the black-haired man finally raised his eyelids.

Indifferent words, as if blowing from the Nine Nether Abyss!

"call!"

The black-haired man took a breath, his chest slightly raised.

Just a slight inhalation, just like a long whale sucking water, rolling up a sky storm, countless auras, being sucked into the mouth by the black man.

Immediately, the black-haired man spit out, and countless auras poured out!

On the sky, a bright white mark was drawn!

Like a **** breathing, draw down a great river!