Chapter 3271: Crested horn

Seeing that Zhao Ning's white bird is about to rush to the front of the genetic egg, but suddenly saw a sword gas rising from the shore not far from the coast, and suddenly in front of the funeral road, almost squatting in the genetic egg Above.
The burial road was condensed by the eyes, fiercely recovering the genetic egg, and the other hand was clenched into a fist, and a fist hit the sword.
boom!
The boxing force and the sword gas hit, the body shape of the funeral road was hard and slipped back to the earthquake. The shock wave formed by Yu Jin, smashed like a huge wave on the sea.
Zhao Ning's white bird seems to be clear, and turned to Zhao Qiuyi.
Zhao Qiuyi was shocked and happy. Looking at the swordsmanship, I saw a figure coming on the beach. It was the Hansen she had let go.
"Han Sen, are you still dare to come back?" The funeral road retracted his fist and stared at Hansen indifferently.
"I have never left, why do I have to come back?" Hansen step by step, the sword is getting stronger and stronger, and every step of the way, the sword is stronger.
The funeral road did not move. I looked at the white bird that Zhao Ninger had said: "If you haven't gone, stay here."
Saying, the rhyme of the burial road broke out, and the genetic egg in the right hand was brightly lit, shining like the sun, and the light and shadow of the bird in the genetic egg also broke out, and a bird shook the world.
Zhao Ninger, who was about to fly to Zhao Qiuyi’s side, heard the sound of the birds singing, and his body trembled. He turned his arms out of control and slammed his wings to the gene egg.
Hansen's brows were slightly wrinkled, and the ten fingers moved together, turning into a sword and gas to the funeral road.
"No one can stop her from becoming a broken beast." The funeral road said indifferently that the space outside the body began to collapse. After Hansen’s sword gas approached, he suddenly fell into it and was buried in the collapsed space. There is no such thing as a wave of ripples.
Zhao Ning's white bird flies very fast, and he seems to be immersed in the genetic egg that radiates the radiance of the sun. Zhao Qiuyi is anxious and angry, and rushes to the sky, but her speed is far less than that of Zhao Ninger. The white bird, where can catch up.
Han Sen's eyes condensed the burial of the gods, and fiercely pulled out the inch gray sword. The power of the hole of the tunnel was condensed on the inch of the gray sword, and a sword was drawn like a streamer.
Jianguang crossed the space outside the celestial burial road. The collapsed space was directly opened by Jianguang. The burial road was flickering. Although he escaped the sword light, the robes on the chest were drawn. A long mouth, a shallow sword mark appeared on the naked chest.
"It is not the sword of the old president." The burial road is unchanged, only praised the gray sword, but does not mention Hansen's sword, it seems that Hansen's sword is not worth mentioning.
Hansen did not care. One hand had already grasped the white bird that Zhao Ninger had made and pulled her back.
The burial road stretched out his fingers and stroked the wound on his chest. The wound actually healed with his fingers, as if he had been pulled up by a zipper.
"You are already very good, but unfortunately she has already branded my chaos, and no one can stop her from becoming a broken beast." The funeral said, putting the genetic egg in front of him.
At this time, the brilliance above the genetic egg became dim, and Hansen saw it at this time. The flame that jumped in the egg was actually a burning white candle.
Just because of the previous burning, the white candle head is almost burning, and the power of the burial road is destroyed. The last candle is burned out, and the flame in the egg is safely extinguished.
At the same time, Zhao Ninger, who was caught by Hansen's palm, the body of the white bird instantly disintegrated, turning into countless white spots that rushed into the egg.
Hansen frowned slightly, but he could no longer stop anything.
As the white light flows into the genetic egg, the genetic egg lights up again, and the white light flows back into a white phoenix-like bird.
"Hey!" After the formation of the bird, the outer shell of the gene egg crystal broke through, and a white phoenix phoenix flew out of it, flapping its wings and emitting a horrible atmosphere.
A phoenix rips the void, and the horrible sound waves spread to the entire planet. Everything that touches the sound waves instantly turns into mud and dust, and even the sea becomes a sand sea.
"Successful!" The funeral road was exposed to the glory, and the big hand grabbed it and grabbed the neck of the white bird. As the palm of the funeral day pressed down, the body of the white bird actually burned in the flame. Rapidly transformed into a phoenix.
"Han Sen, you are also lucky. Fortunately, you can see the birth of the broken beast. This seat is just for you to try the power of this heart." The funeral road embraces the phoenix, and the finger presses the string. Above, gently fiddle with it.
Hey!
The sound wave trembled from the strings. The piano sound clearly had only one syllable, but it fell into Hansen's ear, but it seemed that countless gods screamed in his ear.
"Can there be a true God in the world? Is Han Jingzhi really my grandfather? What does Qin Xiu want?"
The voice is from the deepest part of the soul, and countless questions that Hansen wants to know, but have no answer, are outlined by the gods, echoing over Hansen’s mind over and over again, and the voice is getting louder and louder. The Thunder is generally deafening.
Hansen suddenly found that his body could not move, and it was gradually turning into dust, and the skin had begun to desert.
The power of blood and nerves can't stop the changes in the body.
Hansen broke the boundary with Xuan Jing, forcibly changing the power of the rule, but only barely resisted the power of the piano, but could not completely eliminate the sound.
The soul torture of the piano sound continues to erode Hansen's body and mind, and the sacred mystery is gradually eroded.
Han Sen knows that it is not that Dong Xuan Jing is not strong enough, but that his level of breaking is not enough. His tunnel mystery is just breaking the boundary, and the power of the froghead seems to have surpassed the physical and realm of the boundary. It is one level higher than the demon sword, and two levels higher than the hole mystery.
The hole Xuan Jing can be the following, temporarily resisting the erosion of Fengyin, it is already very powerful.
"The broken armies of the broken beasts are really powerful. A newly formed broken beast, the power can be comparable to the third stage of the broken-out strong, if it is..." The funeral road flashed the excitement in the eyes.
Looking at Hansen, who was struggling in the piano, the funeral road said coldly: "Be able to die under the armed forces, it is also your creation, go."
Between the words, the funeral road once again plucked the strings.
But this time it was not just a string, but a few strings, the horrible sound waves criss-crossed, and overwhelmed toward Hansen.