Vol 3 Chapter 483: Harvest

Yikang has been sitting opposite the purple scorpion, calmly responding to the blockade of the purple scorpion.
But now, with the light of the surrounding sacred lights, he can no longer be calm.
Zi Yan is laughing, but the smile at the moment is in Yi Kang's view, like the devil in the dark.

It’s not easy to find it here?

The purple smile is getting colder in a little bit, and a touch of coldness kills it from the eyes.
Hawthorn and Noah immediately turned around and looked at the place where they were illuminated.
Those black men who appeared, only exposed in the eyes, had a flustered.
The next moment, Fu Guang broke out.
The sacred character is broken, and a strong breath of the stock appears.
The Thunder began to roar and deafening.
It’s a thunder!
In the beginning, Zi Yan was only sold to the sacred character of Ted Tianli's arm. During this period, he also completed some raids, especially after learning that he was going to have a mission. In those few nights, he did not continue to understand the black jade. The film, but silently prepared some saints.
These saints come in handy.
The thunder swelled and swept around, and the screams rang again and again, and those who tried to sneak attack suffered a devastating blow.
Ziyan came to this place and used a transmission character, and Yikang was able to catch up. I believe that some secret means were also used.
In this case, he can't catch up with all the people, so Zi Yan will wait until everyone arrives by telling the other person's discovery.
Their means of concealing the atmosphere are very clear, but the perception of the purple scorpion is more acute, and those people's every move cannot escape his perception.
Looking at the lightning arc flashing in the distance, listening to the screams, feeling the horror fluctuations from the distance, the small dumb reacted.
The traps that she thought didn't come in handy to catch the little beasts were not really for the capture of the little beasts, but for those people.
It seems that Zi Yan had expected that they would come, so I hid the saint early.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered what she had said before, if she did what I said, in a no-man's place, after killing those souls, no one would be able to see them. Direction of travel.
Can this be avoided today?
It takes only a moment for the thought to flash, so the power of the sacred symbol continues, countless trees fall, smash in the energy shock, and the screams have not stopped.
In fact, everything is just beginning.
Yi Kang's face is no longer calm, and the soul power that has never been used is mobilized by him, like a wild beast.
The soul that is entangled in him is bound, and it is immediately tightened and will break at any time.
At the same time, Yi Kang, who has been sitting all the time, stood up.
This famous strong man in Xingsha City, in a moment gives a feeling of heaven and earth.
Behind him, the other four also began to resist.
The beating flame in front of the purple scorpion began to be sharply distorted, and the flame tongue tilted in the direction of Yikang. It was a gust of wind blowing away in the direction of Yikang, and then the flame was blown out, leaving only the charcoal.
"kill!"
The purple scorpion sitting by the campfire disappeared, only the cold voice, resounding in place.
When the sound just fell, it was the sound of a slamming sound. Yikang broke away from the and began to prepare for the soul attack.
At this moment, he saw that the purple scorpion disappeared, and the pupil could not help but shrink. Then, a giant force came from the chest, as if it was hit by a high-speed moving mountain. Yikang felt that the bones of the whole body had cracked. Signs, the blood in the body seems to be rushing out of the body.
His eyes were dark and his consciousness seemed to fall into fainting. He felt it in faintness and seemed to be hitting something again.
Peng! Peng! ......
The percussion sound in his ear is getting stronger and stronger, and the pain is spread everywhere in the body.
He is a bit stunned and doesn't know what happened.
Just as the voice of the purple scorpion fell, the three people of the mountain were ready to start, and the goal was the four people behind Yikang.
Who knows that at this time, Yikang was shocked by Zi Zi, and during the period, he also smashed out the four souls that had just broken off the bondage.
Looking at the four people who flew in four different directions, Noah shouted, "One person!"
He flashed his body and first went to the nearest goal.
Hey!
Hey!
The mountain and the dumb are also flying towards the left and right.
Despite the sadness in the little dumb heart, now she must hold this sadness in her eyes or forget it for the time being.
Because this battle can't win, everyone will die.
Yi Kang's body flew backwards in the distance. During the period, he also cut off two big trees. Zi Yan looked at the other side, but did not chase after the victory, but turned to the fourth soul.
Yi Kang brings four men, one by one.
Like a black light flashing, when the other party is approaching, the purple scorpion is a palm.
The soul force bursts between the palms, and a strong breath spreads out.
The soul's face changed. Before they chased, they already knew the power of the purple, so they temporarily transferred some strong players and followed them at the rear.
At the moment, he was stared at by the purple scorpion, and the powerful message of the other side emerged in his mind, and the soul of the whole body began to surge.
Yan Ye!
The soul light emerged from his body and then gathered in front of him to become a shield like a turtle shell. There were several runes on the shield. The shield was not big, but it completely protected the body. The key parts of it.
The sacred symbols buried before the purple scorpion are powerful, but it is impossible to kill all the souls. As long as they persist for a while, when those people rush over, it is naturally the time when the sable is dead.
His idea is wonderful, but it takes some difficulty to do it.
The cicada's fist was heavily smashed over the turtle shell light shield, and the entire light shield immediately trembled and began to sag.
The soul of the soul was shocked, but there was a smile on his face, because this calculation was blocked.
But soon, this smile was solidified.
Because Zi Yan said a word, ‘breaking’.
On the underside of the tortoise shell mask ~EbookFREE.me~ immediately appeared some fine cracks, these cracks spread under the naked eye.
With a bang, the turtle shell is broken.
The defense is broken, and under the stunned expression of the soul, the purple scorpion reaches the palm and is printed on the other's chest.
"Destroy the soul!"
The cold voice rang in the ear of the soul, and a devastating force poured into his body, destroying his vitality.
Peng!
The body of the soul is once again flying backwards. This time, it did not get up after landing.
Killing a soul, Zi Yan turned and looked at the front, Yi Kang has stood up again, his eyes staring coldly at Zi Yan.
"Your strength is not weak."
Yi Kang said indifferently, and his eyes were murderous.
The purple sable in front did not respond, only to see his figure, once again disappeared.
"you wanna die!"
Yi Kang burst into a bang and flew toward the front.
When the figure of the purple scorpion was reappeared, it was within the scope of the destruction of the sacred symbol. The soul of the emptiness that came here was devastating and devastating, and almost everyone was wounded.
The purple scorpion raised the long knife in his hand. This is a soul soldier. He is the trophy of his battle during the day. Although he has not refining and acknowledging the Lord, it is enough for the purple scorpion to just need its sharpness.
The hand fell off the knife.
There is no need for any soul technique at all, as long as the speed is fast enough and the strength is strong enough.
puff!
Blood spattered and a human head flew high.
Hot blood, splashing everywhere, and the knife holder has long been missing.
puff!
Not far away, there was another voice, and a first-level high flying.
The soul of the wound is too late to react.
The shape of the purple scorpion disappeared again.
Like the of death walking in the world, wandering through the pitted jungle, harvesting a life.