Chapter 207: Crossing Danyang late!

The giant fists continue to fall, and the horrible power of the horror erupts in the entire fifth law. This figure contains the Danyang spirit in Fang Han’s body, and it is completely displayed in the later period of his Danyang environment. This punch is enough to kill any monk in Danyang!
Feeling the arrogance of the boxing wind, Luo Yang’s eyes glimpsed a little, and after a low-pitched voice, he raised his hand and pointed it away. At the same time as Luo Yang pointed out, the fire dragon with thousands of feet on his head suddenly looked up and made a dragonfly that resounded through the world.
The huge dragon body is like a stretch of mountains. After a fierce tremor, it suddenly vacates, and the roaring rushes toward the giant boxing. The blazing flame is burning, and even the surrounding space is horrible. The temperature is distorted.
boom!
At the moment when the two collided, the roar of the heavens and the earth suddenly exploded, and the entire fifth ray trembled constantly. The terrible aftermath swept across all directions, even those burning flames, when the aftermath shocked, A slight stagnation, like stopping the burning!
Hey!
A cracking sound came from the roaring center. Under the incredible gaze of Fang Han, the giant punch quickly appeared a crack. The cracks in the ground are like spider webs, and they continue to spread toward the blood-colored giants. Between the two, the entire body of the blood-colored giant is full of cracks and becomes crumbling.
A fine light flashed through Luo Yang's eyes. There was no hesitation in his heart. In the long sleeves, the flame dragon screamed at the sorghum dragon. When the sound echoed, the fiery flames continued to burn. Under the horrible temperature, the blood-colored giant was difficult to persevere, and after a roar, it suddenly exploded, turning into a thick blood mist, scattered in the flames.
Almost at the same time as the Scarlet Hulk collapsed, Fang Han’s mouth spurted a large mouthful of blood. When the body receded, the face was already a panic.
"How... How could it be... I... I am the strong man in Danyang..." Fang Han’s heart was full of shock, looking into Luo Yang’s eyes, an incredible look.
The gap between Lingtai and Danyang is like a gap. The ordinary Lingtai monk is just like an ant in front of Danyang. There is no room for rebellion. The monk who can be himself in the late Danyang period will actually be defeated in the hands of a kid who is only trained in Lingtai. The shock of the other side can be imagined.
Even in shock, a great fear has grown. His heart is very clear, the grievances between him and Luo Yang are difficult to resolve. The destruction of the entire Qingyun school can almost be said to have been caused by him. Luo Yang is a disciple of the Qingyun School and naturally will not let himself go.
"Can't let him live, absolutely can't!! He can control the flame. This fifth battle is the best battlefield for him. He must find a way to lead him out. As long as he leaves these flames, he is just a spiritual place. The ants are just..."
Being able to be the master of a sect, Fang Han’s mind is naturally extraordinary. At this moment, although the heart is flustered, it is still the key to the problem in an instant. After the thoughts, I will not continue to fight with Luo Yang and turn to the far side. Continue to escape.
"Want to take me away..." Luo Yang’s eyes moved, and while Fang Han’s departure, he guessed his plans.
"The idea is good..."
The corner of the mouth rose slightly, revealing a sneer, and when Luo Yang’s foot stepped out, it fell steadily on the fire dragon that was condensed by the flames.
The huge dragon's body suddenly trembled and turned into a burning flame. It continued to shuttle in the sea of ​​fire, almost instantly, and appeared in front of Fang Han.
"Fang Zongzhu, the grievances between Qingyun and Guizong have not yet been understood, why are you so eager to go." After gazing coldly from Fang Han, Luo Yang said faintly.
Fang Han’s face changed. I didn’t think that Luo Yang’s reaction was so fast. Looking at the sly fire dragon under Luo Yang’s seat, I felt that my face was more and more ugly.
"go with!"
Luo Yang’s right hand was lifted, and the flame fire dragon under the seat suddenly opened his mouth. When the pressure was sweeping around, a flame sword sprang from its mouth, like a flame of sword rain, leaning toward Fang Han. under.
Feeling the death of the flames, Fang Han's eyes narrowed, long sleeves hurried forward, a bronze bottle suddenly appeared. When the bottle mouth is enlarged, a horrible absorption force is dissipated from the bottle, and the rain and rain are swallowed into the bottle.
"burst!"
When Fang Hanxin had just breathed a sigh of relief, Luo Yang’s mouth was low, and his hands were turned over. A horrible destruction of anger was instantly dissipated from the bottle. After the roar, the bronze bottle would burst. Broken, turned into pieces of the road.
In the mouth of Fang Han, five or six blood was sprayed again. When the body flew out, the face showed a look of horror.
Looking at Luo Yan's cold eyes, Fang Han's heart trembled, and under the teeth, a force of transmission suddenly broke out from him, and he was sent directly away from the inheritance.
"Abandon the inheritance?"
Luo Yang's brow wrinkled, did not think that Fang Han was so decisive. After the cold man's eyes flashed, Luo Yang's hands suddenly slammed down, and the flame dragon suddenly flew out. When Fang Han's body had not left the inheritance, he swallowed him.
The fire dragon emits a horrible power, and Fang Han’s eyes are red. Although he is sad, he does not dare to hesitate. After his hands are fast, a quaint tortoise shell appears in front of him.
Above the tortoise shell, there are cracks in the road, as if it has been used several times, it has been broken.
But at the same time as the tortoise shell appeared, Fang Han’s face showed a painful color, and the mouth continued to swear by the curse. The quaint tortoise shell once again had a crack in the ground, and the light on it was more and more dim.
"Stay in the Quartet!"
Fang Han’s mouth screamed, and the tortoise shell cracked, emitting a strange blue light, as if it were a huge tortoise, keeping Fang Han’s body in it, even these horrible flames, for a time. It is also difficult to destroy it.
"Small beast, you are waiting for Ben..."
The sound of the roaring sounded in front of Fang Han’s body. Fang Han’s face showed a look of grievance. After saying something in his mouth, the figure was quickly distorted under the force of the transmission and was directly transmitted. This piece of heritage.
At the same time that the Fang Han figure disappeared from the inheritance, the six altars outside the inheritance were dead.