Chapter 896: Undefeated altar

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The two are separated from each other, far from cold, and the fire is human: "It seems that without your external force, your weakness is simply vulnerable."
The purple scorpion flashed golden light, and the wound on his body was self-healing. The previous battle made him consume a lot. He took out the top grade yuan and swallowed it. He heard the words of the fireman, but he snorted.
The fireman is indeed very strong. It is the purple scorpion coming all the way, the strongest enemy encountered, even the feeling of the purple scorpion, the other party will not be weaker than the original channel keeper, Sophie. If the other party is a human being, Zi Yan I also recognized it, but unfortunately, the other party is only in the late Dan Yuan, and he is in the same state.
Seeing the recovery of the purple scorpion swallowing the upper element, there is a sarcasm in the eyes of the fireman. "If you don't become a spirit, you can never experience the vast power of the spirit. As for restoring strength, the spirit has a good idea."
When the words fall, the heavens and the earth revolve around and rush toward the fire people. These violent energy is refining as soon as they enter the fire, and the consumption of the fire is recovering at an extremely fast speed.
In a flash of instant recovery, the fireman’s eyes became more and more intense, and he rushed to the purple with a very indifferent voice: "Next, let you see my strongest strength."
The fireman began to seal, and the red light of the fingers circulated. The aura around the world was violently violent, and then an energy storm was formed. The energy storm began to rotate around the fire man. At the time of the rotation, the heaven and earth aura was crazy. The storm rushed.
The energy contained in the storm is terrible. The purple cicada looks more and more dignified. At this moment, he is thinking about his own powerful means. He has several innate techniques. If he practices to the extreme, he will be able to slay the fireman, but unfortunately, Every innate technique in him is just an enlightenment, and the progress is not great. Let alone killing the fireman, and facing the fireman, even the self-protection will not work.
The energy storm in front is several kilometers, and the aura around the world is madly concentrating toward the energy storm. When the storm absorbs energy and reaches a apex, it begins to compress and become smaller under the control of the fire people.
The flame storm is getting smaller and smaller, but the atmosphere contained in it is getting more and more terrible. After being compressed to a meter size, the atmosphere contained in the flame storm has already changed color.
But this is not the end. In the hands of the fireman, the flame storm began to change, turning into a one-meter flame seal. At the moment, there are various runes flashing, terrible breath. Arrived at the peak.
The purple scorpion perceives a dangerous atmosphere from the flame square. This is the perception that life only has when it receives a threat. His face changes suddenly. It is obvious that the fireman has the power to kill the purple scorpion.
At the rear, seeing the flames on the square, Wang Xianer and others are also eclipsed, this square has the power to kill the purple scorpion, everyone is anxious, and the momentum will rush forward.
A ray of light flashed, but the fire stopped everyone, chuckled, and dismissed: "It seems that life and death must be settled. The congenital martial artists are ultimately congenital martial artists, even if they are different, they cannot compare with the spirit."
Lin Xue anxiously yelled at the old man next to him: "Predecessors, please save the purple."
The old man shook his head and said: "The purple scorpion is not an ordinary congenital martial artist. He is pregnant with two kinds of innate powers, plus several innate techniques. He is not weaker than fire people."
Lin Xue anxiously said: "But he has not yet realized those innate techniques."
The old man said: "If you don't understand, it's also that he is not as good as a man. If you die, you should live, because the world is so cruel."
Just in the conversation, the square in front of the fireman flew toward the purple sable, and the purple scorpion shrank, showing a speedy dodge, like a silver lightning.
The firepower is too strong, the purple scorpion has to avoid its edge, the fire and other people see the purple scorpion dodging, and again the disappointing laughter, the old man is also shaking his head: "The blind dodge can not solve the problem."
Sure enough, at the time of dodging, the power of the fire was getting stronger and stronger, and the speed was getting faster and faster. At the end of the day, the purple scorpion was already inevitable, and the previous dodge made him lose the opportunity to take the initiative.
"boom."
The flame blasted in front of the purple sable, and the raging and terrible energy swept, and the purple scorpion was instantly blown out by energy.
The defense formed by his body was broken by energy, and the wound that had just healed broke open again. This time, the wound was more and deeper, and it looked extremely embarrassing.
The purple scorpion fell from the sky, and the heavy landing, in the loud sound of the flu, splashed endless smoke.
There was a snoring sound from all around, and the voice of Wang Xianer and other people was anxious and concerned. The purple scorpion got up and looked up. It was covered with a mixture of dust and blood. His face was extremely dirty, and his clothes were broken and the whole person was smashed to the extreme.
At this moment, the purple scorpion has a feeling of being knocked down from the altar. From the time of getting the Leiyuan to the present, the sable has come all the way, the battle has never been defeated with the same level, and his battle history is all over the level.
Killing genius, killing enchanting, killing the martial arts, killing the congenital martial arts, this killing is killing the leap, he claims to be the strongest in the same rank, but today, the sable is defeated in the hands of the fire, and the fireman The strength is comparable to the purple.
The sound around it makes the purple scorpion feel awkward and feels very harsh.
The fireman volleyed over the purple, cold and indifferent: "You lost, but I will not let you go, because the loser has only one way to go, that is death."
"We have lost, why do we have to kill them." Lin Xue’s voice came.
The fireman sneered: "Because he should kill, he it. Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that I am willing."
The fireman is stronger than the purple scorpion, so he is willing, so he wants to kill the sable, just like the sables along the way, killing other people, like the fire, such as the Tulu, they are all lost to the sable, but But it was killed by Zi Yan, because Zi Yan is willing.
The winner of the winner is awkward. As for whether the loser is dead or alive, it depends on the will of the winner.
"Damn thing, I am going to fight you." The monk shouted loudly, and the black stick in the hands of the konjac was picked up again.
The dragon and the tiger, the savage dragon, and the flying gods and tigers, the three beasts, also had a strong atmosphere, but they did not rush to go, they were blocked.
It is not the fire and other people who block him, but the two ancient folks, among whom the old man who is familiar with Ziyan said: "This war can only be solved by Zi Yan."
"The sable is not at all to him, so he will die if he goes on." Wang Xianer lost his voice.
"Invincible is death, this is the world of monks."
The words of the people were not suppressed, and the purple eyes were heard in the ears. Today, they were defeated, and he had a hint of embarrassment. A trace of embarrassment, it seems that at this moment, he was defeated and defeated, and lost his direction. The goal.
"Purple, we believe in you." Su Mengyao's voice rang between the heavens and the earth, like a certain rule, reverberating in the sea of ​​purple, reverberating between heaven and earth.
This voice is full of firmness and full of trust, just like a slap in the top, making the purple body a shock.
Zi Yan feels that he is wrong, what is undefeated altar, what is the strongest in the same level, it is fictitious, it is outlined in his own gradually expanding heart, in the eyes of others, purple is purple, unbeaten altar is also joke.
Zi Yan feels that he wants more. He wants to be far away. In fact, he is a monk. He has gone through numerous battles. He is not killed or killed. He is still alive. The enemy is dead because he has strong combat power.
Combat power is everything. As for others, it is all false.
At the moment, in the face of the crisis of life and death, what one should think about is how to confront the enemy, not worry about the undefeated altar.
Zi Yan stood up again and rekindled the war in his eyes. He looked up at the fire and said: "I lost."
The fire screams in the air and laughs loudly: "It is useless to admit defeat, because I will not let you go, there is only one loss in the end, that is death."
Zi Yan looked up and calmly said: "Yes, lose only death, the previous battle, you have proved to me the power of the spirit, but the real life and death war has just begun."
"Just started, haha." The fireman laughed unscrupulously: "I said Zi Yan, are you stupid, do you think that with your present, will it be my opponent?"
"Simple competition, I admit that it is not your opponent, but life and death is not a fight." Ziyan's figure once again vacated, but the wolf's body is surging with an extremely powerful atmosphere.
"If you want to die, I will fulfill you." The fireman sipped and then made another blow to the sable, or the previous attack. The attack was even more terrible.
The face of the fireman was full of jokes and smiles. After a blow, he laughed: "Hide, you continue to hide."
Zi Yan calmly looked at the incoming attack, calmly said: "From now on, the same level of fighting, my purple will never hide."
This voice is low, but like an oath, reverberating between heaven and earth. At that moment, many people are shocked by the heart. It seems that if they realize it, more people hear it but they are smirking.
"The big words are not swearing." The fireman is one of the smirk.
The purple scorpion did not hide. He reached out and made a fist, then mobilized the power of the eight levels in the body, evolved the innate strength technique, and punched a punch in front.
This is a strong and terrible punch, with the determination and confidence of the sable, on the flames.
The two collided ~EbookFREE.me~ The air violently exploded, the fist was instantly broken by the fire, and the fire was also broken, turning into a flame storm and swept away toward the purple.
The shape of the purple cicada was swept by the flame storm, and the power of destruction was ravaging the purple.
After the two interest rates, the purple scorpion turned into a golden light and rushed out of the flame storm, but just rushed out, his figure was unstable, and it was planted again from the sky.
The purple cicada fell to the ground again, more wolf than the last time, and once again the air came to the fireman's disdainful laugh: "I want to tell you today that confidence and strength are not equal, and there is no strength and strength." Just looking for death."
Purple scorpion stood up from the ground, his body was full of dust, very embarrassed, but his eyes flashed like a bright, bright scorpion.
He did not go to swallow the medicinal herbs and restore his injuries. Instead, he rushed directly to the fireman. The fireman brought him too much pressure. He did not want to give himself a retreat. As Ziyan said earlier, facing the same level, He no longer hides the same.
The purple scorpion rises into the sky, and the fist is punched again. This time it is an active attack. The golden brilliance of the fists illuminates the entire sky. The body is covered with greasy purple scorpion. The figure is under this golden light and becomes sacred. .