Vol 3 Chapter 1712: Cruel war

Xiao Chen slightly frowned, this thunder is really a bit strange, although the other party did not break through the Thunder field, like him to understand the Thunder.
The power of the Thunder, the extremes of cultivation, and even the other way have been played, and new tricks have been played.
The power of his avenue is only a realm of initial entry, and may not have many advantages.
"Come back!"
Lei Wang burst into a bang, and the knife on his face looked extraordinarily embarrassing, and it was a punch.
His footwork is subtle, and the volley is empty. Every time he clicks, his feet are flashing. As usual, the strength of the foot is heavy, which makes his momentum particularly stable.
Leiwei, which is not condensed, is like a mountain peak, which flashes step by step, like a mountain.
By the time of Xiao Chen, there was a majestic mountain range that was undulating and continuous.
The power of a punch, it seems ordinary, can be very powerful, a lot of doorways.
Xiao Chen saw this fist at a glance, and it was just a punch, not the same.
He inserted the moon shadow knife in his waist, and the huge Tao Wei quickly spread. Behind him, a circle of faint roads was formed, flashing a faint knife light.
The road rotates slowly, so that the morning of Xiao Chen is constantly precipitating, like a volcano erupting in general.
Wait until the other side of the boxing man, completely approaching, Xiao Chen screamed coldly, decisively punched.
Hey!
The fists hit and touched the meat, and the two worked hard. The sound is even louder than the thunder, and the sound waves that erupted out are tremulous.
The strange thing is that the space of the two people has not been broken.
That is because the momentum of the two people is too strong, too concise, to firmly hold one space.
The black lightning above the Leiwangquan Mang has a myriad of negative emotions. It seems that the ordinary punch is actually ever-changing, and each gesture is different.
And to create a variety of horror illusions for Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen's heart is unmoved, reincarnation, and constantly changing.
Killing, destroying, destroying, desperate, suffering, sorrow, death, forming one after another illusion, the interference of the other party's negative emotions, invisible and invisible.
Killing for half a day, the two are on the thousands of strokes, and whoever has nothing to do with each other.
The battle between Kunlun and the Devil World has also completely entered the heat, with tens of millions of warriors, demons and Warcraft on both sides.
The fierce killing, the endlessness, the on earth, the end of the world, nothing more.
As time goes by, the situation is increasingly unfavorable to the Kunlun world. The king's level of combat power in the devil world is three times more than Kunlun.
At the beginning, I could barely hold it, but slowly, one pair and two became a pair of three to four, and the result is getting worse.
"Is it dead?"
Thunderbolt Gong An Junxi, exhausted, he can not remember how many demons and Warcraft killed. In the end, he was stopped by the Mozu, the three king-level Emperor Wu, and gradually lost.
The two kings of the Thunder Demon, and a three-headed demon, looked at him coldly.
Hey!
Suddenly, this side of the world, fiercely floating infinite snow, in the snow, a huge ice palm print, shot on the three dogs.
Wiping, the ice giant, like an iceberg, directly hit the three-headed demon, smashing the bones.
"An Junxi, will you give up so soon?"
It was white without snow. He felt that An Junxi was in danger and immediately rushed over to support.
"You can rest assured that I will never die in front of you, hahaha!"
An Junxi’s heart was warm and laughed loudly:
Come, let’s go together!

"it is good!"
The two men fought side by side, without any chills, and once again committed to killing.
An Junxi can be saved, but Xiahou will never be so lucky, waiting for his father to let go of his opponent. He has been bitten by the demon wolf of a king, and the whole lower body is suffocated.
"My son!"
The White Tiger Lord, crying and crying, could not help but scream.
Xiahou smiled and smiled. He reached out and touched his father's face. "Father, don't be sad, baby is not arrogant. The biggest embarrassment of my life, that is, the seal of the king's ceremony, thrown into the face, disappointing your painstaking efforts." ,Really sorry!"
"Don't say it, it's all gone, you can rest assured, I will take you away, I will cure you."
"Walk? Where can I go, Kunlun is gone, there will be our home, father and grandfather..."
Xiahou’s words are halfway down, and the right palm suddenly slams into the ground, as if it were back light. Half of the body, slammed into the air, flew toward a huge demon snake, and then slammed and violently exploded.
With the king's demon snake, the same goes to death, no dead body.
"what!"
Can't help but grieve, the Three Holy Lords released their eyes, and their eyes were blood red: "Damn!"
"Xia brother..."
The Xuanwumen Shengzi, who grew up with Xiahou, has been in the air for a moment. The price of this moment is that there are several scars on his body.
The tragic situation is everywhere, and the Kunlun martial artists who occupy the disadvantages must use all their strength to fight.
Because there is no way to retreat, the mountains are all innocent and plain, and there are lower-ranking warriors who are not trained as Wu Emperors.
For those in the devil world, those people are equivalent to sacrifices and food, without any resistance.
"Chuyang, I am so tired, it seems to be asleep."
Zhou Tianxing Palace, the sacred woman of the Taiyin Palace, pale, weak and weak on the back of Chu Yang, like a dream, whisper.
"Let's sleep, don't think too much, I will wake you up."
Chu Yang gently smiles, the sword in his hand, like the sun, smashing a Wudi into two halves.
Although he was laughing, the tears in his eyes were silent.
"Well, then you remember to wake me up, I am sleeping." Fu Hong medicine completely lost vitality, environmentally friendly Chu Yang's arm, silently falling.
Hey!
Chu Yang, who has already retired several groups of emperors, is in the middle of a few swords. He can’t talk, and his mouth will spit out a lot of blood.
Several emperors took out their long swords, and Chu Yang plopped and fell to the ground. The power of Hongmeng, Chuyang, which has been exhausted, is really unable to resolve this wound. The power of his life is passing fast, but there is no way.
"Sorry, I can't wake you up."
When the voice fell, Chu Yang fell to the ground and died with Fu Hong.
"Rely, I am finally dead. These two dogs and men are dead and dead. They are also glued together. Give them apart and smash them."
A emperor spit out a broken blood, cold ice said.
It can be abrupt, a ghostly sword light sweeps through, several blood warriors preparing to move, the human head flies, and is split in half.
The emperor, suddenly horrified: "Who, who is pretending to be a ghost."
"Yan thirteen."
Rubbing!
Killing the swordsman Yan XIII, I do not know when it appeared behind this emperor, backhand a sword, stabbed into the heart of the blood emperor's emperor, will instantly kill him.
Looking at the two bodies entangled on the ground, Yan XIII, who has never had much affection for life and death, could not help but stop.
Screaming!
He looked cold and looked at the two bodies, his feet motionless. The right hand of the sword can be held, but it is constantly waving, and it does not look behind him. The sword light shines, and a group of warriors who sneak up on it are screaming and screaming again and again.
In the end, he still left, calmly glanced at the battlefield, most places need support, pick the most serious situation, and walked silently.
His strength makes people look down on the depths, and clearly has the strength of the nine great heavenly emperors, but there is no breath to reveal them.
Carrying a sword of murder, on the battlefield, he was able to move around.
Another place will be solved, a sword will fall off the head of the last enemy, and Yan XIII just prepared to take the sword. The headless body of the devil exploded at almost the same time.
When the gods dissipated, Yan XIII saw that the emperor who had just received the boxing was indispensable, and the two former opponents met in this way.
"Your boxing is a step slower than my sword." Yan XIII said.
The emperor smiled without a smile: "But my fist, more than your sword, killing the devil."
"There are more to kill, and we are unable to return to heaven by our two."
The emperor has no sorrow and laughter: "If you play tickets, you dare not!"
Yan Thirteen eyebrows pick one: "You said."
The Emperor looked at Tianzhu and muttered: "The real thing that can change the situation is the supreme, but our supremes are dragged by the other side. As long as there is a supreme, free hand, it will ease the situation now.

Yan XIII was swept away, and the battlefield under the Supreme, except for a few places, was defeated. Like the tide of retreating, the demon warriors and the beasts are boundless, as if they are torrents.
In the face of this general trend, the small-scale victory of his two creations is very insignificant.
With the advantage of the Mozu, it is getting more and more powerful, and they will soon be eye-catching and besieged by real masters.
If the bottom layer is completely defeated, it will inevitably affect the Supreme Hand.
The emperor has no eyes to condense, looking at the demon emperor who is fighting against the gods, the demon emperor, the shadow magic king: "We are going to kill the supreme, you dare not!"
"If you dare to fight, why don't I dare?"
Yan XIII has long been fascinated by life and death. His killing kendo has never dared to say two words.