Chapter 665: Defeat!

Repressed!
silence!
The more silent, the more the atmosphere of the scene is suppressed.
Li Muyang has nowhere to go.
boom!
boom!
boom!
In the Sanssouci Palace, except for the voice of Li Muyang stepping on the slate step by step, no sound can be heard anymore.
The power increased a little bit, and the murderously solidified.
Li Muyang was single-handedly in front, but he was out of the majesty of thousands of horses.
Every time Lee Shepherd moves forward, those people take a step back.
Their teeth are bitten and their clothes are soaked. Some people fell to the ground because they retreated too fast.
They felt anger and humiliation. How can the mighty people, who stand the eternal life of China, be forced to be forced by a dragon?
Nor is it that no one has ever thought of counterattacking. Wang Daochong is a member who wants to take the opportunity to fight back.
The scene just was too shameful, too embarrassing.
He must regain his confidence and must reinvigorate the threshold.
If he can't shoot at the evil dragon today, he is afraid that the devil will enter the body, and it will be difficult for him to advance in the future.
This dragon, he has implanted "fear" into the depths of their monks.
Wang Daochong's heart beats faster, his blood is squirting, and the palm of his hand is soaked with sweat.
He finally took the courage, and then slammed the sword toward Li Muyang.
嚓
Thousand peach blossoms bloom.
Wang Daochong’s body rushed to the stagnation of the moment, and was shrouded in the tens of thousands of peach blossoms.
boom--
Wang Daochong’s body burst open and turned into a flower rain scattered on the white marble floor.
fast!
It’s incredible!
ruthless!
Unbelievable!
Most people haven't seen what happened, and Wang Daochong's body has been torn into pink by the pink petals.
Then a big living person becomes a big dead person.
It is very romantic to say, but no one has seen the words "romantic" in this scene.
The peach sword in the hands of Li Muyang was instantly sheathed and instantly sheathed.
It’s like never pulling out.
Li Muyang took a thousand hands in one hand and a peach sword in his hand.
The body leans slightly and keeps this moving forward.
boom!
boom!
boom!
This time no one blocked.
Li Muyang took a thousand hands and led his Guardian squad to the gate of the Palace of Sanssouci.
When I came in, it was extremely fast. When they wanted to go out, they found that the Sanssouci Palace was so huge and the road was so long.
The crowd continued to recede and then spread out like two sides of the tide.
Kaiming beast looked at the huge stone door of Sanssouci Palace, thinking that as long as Li Muyang can walk outside the palace gate, it can use the prohibition to close the gate.
At that time, even if they can reopen the shrine, Li Muyang did not know where to escape.
"Close." Thousands of people looked at the gates of the shrine.
She knew that the door was a scorpio, the distance between life and death.
If they passed the gate and the Terran still did not gather the courage to stop Li Muyang, then they would no longer be able to shoot Li Muyang.
This is true at least today.
Step by step, Li Muyang's body is less than three feet from the palace gate.
Many people were forced by Li Muyang, and the body had already retreated to the palace door of the Sanssouci Palace.
"Two feet -"
"One Zhang -" -
Thousands of silently counted in my heart.
boom--
boom--
boom--
One foot of Li Muyang has to step out of the gate of the Sanssouci Palace.
This is the darkness before dawn, this is the silence before the storm.
The more this time, the more tight the body of Li Muyang, the more the mind gathers, and the more powerful Longwei is.
Rolling!
With their invincible Longwei gas, they will crush their momentum and guts to the ground, so that they can not produce any resistance.
Let them fear their strengths deep inside, let them keep thinking about the consequences of possible failure.
Failure is death!
And the king who was shredded by the peach sword just rushed.
The Changbai swordsman of Changbaijian is retreating -
Those who are wearing black shirts of the Cang dynasty are retreating -
Those who use the knife master of the Knife League are also retreating -
boom!
One of Li Muyang’s feet stepped outside the Palace Gate of the Sanssouci Palace, and then he only had to take another foot and he could safely escape from the Sanssouci.
"Dragon--" A knifeman of the tyrants was oppressed by Li Muyang's momentum, his expression was stunned, his pupils were red, and his hand holding the knife was shaking.
He stepped back step by step, and the spirit finally reached a tipping point.
It’s not breaking out, it’s just killing it.
History, many times, is the creation of small people inadvertently.
Or, the impact.
"I'm going to kill you--"
The unknown knife knives waved the ghost knife in his hand and rushed toward the impending Lee Shepherd.
嚓
Out of the sheath!
Also into the sheath!
In addition to the sky full of peach blossoms, the peach sword in the hands of Li Muyang is like no movement at all.
The knife of the tyrant's knife slammed into the body, and there was a moment of solidification, and then his half body suddenly fell toward the ground.
Then the other half of the body fell to the ground.
boom--
boom--
Two stones broke into the muffled sound inside the pool.
Not harsh, but stabbed.
The knifeman of this hegemony squad died faster than Wang Dao, and died even worse.
However, he should not die at this time.
silence!
Dead silence!
Li Muyang’s footsteps finally stopped.
Li Muyang does not leave, and he has not done any more. The guardian squad behind Li Muyang also stopped.
They know that something has changed.
The Terran does not retreat.
Many of them have already retired to the Sanssouci Palace, and more people are still in this Sanssouci.
Their expressions are still fierce, their eyes are still full of fear, the blood in the pupils is deeper and thicker, but with some emotions that can't tell the unknown.
Snoring
Snoring
It was a heavy gasping voice.
Everyone stared at Li Muyang with red eyes and stared at the dragon who was about to go out from their front.
Snoring
The rhythm of breathing suddenly lags.
"kill!"
Someone shouted. The voice was sent out from the chest, dull and hoarse, but with a smoldering fire.
"kill!"
Countless people responded with a voice.
kill!
In all directions, countless Terrans waved the weapons in their hands and slashed them in the direction of Li Muyang.
"Failed!"
Li Muyang sighed gently.