Chapter 152: Crushed

Among the dead white traces, five large or small wormholes exude a gloomy atmosphere, and the pressure of the mountains made Li Yanhan's hair upside down.
The upper body of "Can't Ask" was stuck in the wormhole, and he desperately pulled out his waist. The throat screamed outward.
Roar!
Li Yan's eyes were black, and crimson blood flowed from his cochlea, and the blood vessels around his eyelids swelled and burst. He blinked hard, and the blood droplets were wiped away a little on the eyeballs, leaving only shallow Yellow.
The tiger's big gun is still shot!
Li Yan raised his wrist support with his left hand, his right thumb was pressed down, and white and golden streamers filled the sky with ripples in the streamer. The big shots hit Yan Fu's fruit core. Long gun blades!
The golden tiger head gun has a sharp value of one hundred, the high-intensity damage bonus of the [gun fang], the hidden flying feather that poured down like a blizzard, and the frost color on the surface of the amber walnut shell Spread gradually.
The eight purple flowing fires became more and more restless, banging on the walnut shell,
Containing the most precious secret of a fruit and the most vigorous vitality of Yan Fu's fruit core, the sharpness is one hundred, and the mysterious tiger head and big gun come from. Which of these two things is harder?
The answer is not important, because they are harder than Li Yan's hands.
A splash of blood!
Large pieces of flesh peeled from Li Yan's tiger head. At the end of the white gold streamer that shook off, Li Yanhu sprayed blood on the twitching blood vessels, but was quickly frozen by the force of Jiufeng, and was then torn by a gun, then frozen, and then torn ...
The blunt tic-tac-toe vessels protrude an inch from Li Yan's temple!
The complexion was as white as cow's milk, and the closed bird raised her face, the white-gold tiger head with a large gun streamer and blizzard-like feathers in symphony, and a frost like spider web spread from under Li Yan's feet.
The master of Yu was between Li Yan, Heng Departing, and Feng Yi. Whether it was the anger of the Yellow River or the eerie mask, he could not do anything, and he could not completely hurt Li Yan.
I hate parting and turned my neck, and the heavy mask on my face stiffened a lot.
"Oh ~"
The gun blade hit the surface of the walnut shell, and the dross spun out.
Li Yan bit the tip of his tongue, and the eyes of the two big stars, which were generally bright, were darkened, which was the congestion of burst blood vessels around the eye sockets.
Blood Dip Burst!
坷 坷 的 freezes sounded on the surface of the walnut shell.
Grunts ~ grunts
Li Yan was panting, and his head fell into the ground with his big gun. Li Yan's two hands were terrible.
The bright red meat was yanked on the cuticle of the tiger's mouth, and Sensen's hand bones were smoothed out more than half!
The surface of Yan Fu's shell, except for a thin layer of ice, is not even cracked ...
It looks like another 50%.
Li Yan looked down at his hands, and now he can't even tie his belt.
Feng Yi laughed loudly: "It seems that it's not me who is a loser because of Shan Jiu ~"
Just as Yuzhu retreated, the hatred with long braids slammed into his arms, and the expanding dark red vicious mask phantom enveloped Yuzhu in it. Don't let him make up for that last blow.
The flaming purple flame shook in the crystal walnut shell.
Li Yan, who used the Hidden Fly twice in a row, suffered from the exhaustion that was more common than the tide. He threw himself on the knees in front of Yan Fuguo, and although his temple pain almost fainted him, he still showed an intriguing smile.
Fire is inside the shell, and ice is outside the shell.
Kala ~
A long crack spread from the shell, breaking the word Sifan on the core from the middle.
"not good!"
Hate do not shake from the back of the hand, was hit with a fist on the lower abdomen.
A trace of purple tail flames penetrated through the cracks in the walnut shell, and then it sounded into a piece. The breaking sound of Kerakala was much larger than Li Yan's huge kernel, and it broke up.
Dizzy, Li Yan recalled Dan Niang's words.
"I have confirmed that Yan Fuguo in Feng Yi's mouth. Although I can't say it, but ..."
"When I saw it, I felt the vitality of the sea."
Coming in front of Li Yan was a deep golden-red running slurry.
Boom ~
The amber-colored core pieces that were split into tens of thousands, and eight purple streams of fire were flying in all directions. Li Yan, who was about to faint in the past, struggled for the last strength, and bit his face with a lifted face. It was still the wooden copper object in the purple flame, and then closed his eyes and lost consciousness.
The deep cursing sound sounded, and as the kernels shattered, wormholes collapsed quickly and disappeared.
"I can't ask" The vicious eyes stared at the collapsed Li Yan, and the contracted wormhole was supported by the palm of his hand, and it stopped collapsing!
His teeth clucked, and eventually he let go and disappeared into the endless dead white marks.
Hate parting from the footsteps, flying tens of meters away, standing with Feng Yi
The lord of the feathers retracted his gaze, looking at Feng Yi with a ugly face and his hate parting.
He buried himself in the back of his bow, spreading his hands together, and learned to hate the appearance when he first appeared.
"Can't come over ~"
Uh ~
The instep ejected, hating the parting and holding his breath, but unexpectedly, the master of the feather did not attack, but instead dragged out Li Yan drowned in the golden red slurry.
The two black feather wings spreading more than twenty meters shook off, and the feather owner stunned Li Yan with a hand in his hand and stood high.
"Daddy, fight?"
Feng Yi asked calmly.
Hate parting and lifted up Yang's mask: "Now, it may not work ..."
The world is useless.
The four large characters were printed on paper cups. The man in white sportswear did not know when to stand in the field. Facing the resentment and Feng Yi, he took a sip of white water.
Hate parting from the hollow of the mask to stare at the huge mouth opened by the black wings in the sky.
The sound of crickets emerged from the mouth, and several streams of fire fell quickly. There were one figure after another in the stream of fire.
The man in sportswear looked at the hate parting for a few moments. He moved away and saw the big braid behind "Hate Parting".
"Hate parting?"
The hateful parting voice was deep: "I haven't seen you in two years, and your boy has become a ten master."
Jiezhu grumbled and drank the boiled water, the paper cup turned upside down, and the words "sky and earth are useless" magnified in the air, and then zoomed in again.
With the paper cup facing down, he saw that hate parting and Feng Yi were all shrouded.
"Avon, we messed up."
Hate parting and laughing.
despair.
The paper cup stopped.
In the weird, dead white, a huge giant hand reached out and held the paper cup firmly.
Jiezhu's face turned wild.
The arm that catches the paper cup is wrapped in a black navy robe sleeve, and the rest of the body is behind the trace of the "power of thinking."
The hand slightly lifted, tossed the paper cup back to the host, then spread out the five fingers, and moved back together, holding the laughing hate and Feng Yi in the palm of his hand, and slowly retracted it.
The lord of the feathers looked up and down, and the black wings of the mountains resting on the mouth of the fruit fell off, and the world changed color in an instant, and the whole Yanfu fruit fell into a total darkness.
"Aid Korea, stop!"
Jie Zhuo shouted.
In the darkness, the fierce alder mask was lowered.
Hate parting knowing that you can't hurt Yusuke two masters, even Li Yan, who is only "Ten Capitals", but won't hurt Sifan.
So the cypress mask was aimed at the corner of Wumen, and there was almost no Wushan crowd.
"Hehe ~"
The lord of the feathers shot angrily, and there was no time for the distraction of the lord, and in the darkness, a dark red shadow mask fell down the Wumen.
Hiding in the ruins, Zhao Xin, who could not see anything, felt that his brows were hot, as if the soul was leaving his body.
Then he sank.
...
"Sir Lord ..."
After the darkness, the feather owner gritted his teeth.
"Aid Korea, you are too impulsive."
Said the host, his nose twitched.
"Where's the smell ..."
The two frowned, looking at the Wumen Gate at the same time.
In the ruins, there is blood color like ink splashing. The mud and bone are mixed together, just like Shura hell.
The baby-faced skeletal bone with the old man was not found, and was crushed into a pool of meat.
Wushan was like a dead man, his entire right half was rotten, the flesh of half his face was missing, and one eye socket was black and red.
Zhao Xin's lips were trembling, her face was covered with blood spots, her whole body was buried in a piece of mud, and a horn of clothing was exposed in the rotten bone.
"brother?"
Zhaoxin asked softly.
No sound.
"brother!!!"
The cuckoo cried blood.
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