Vol 2 Chapter 352: will

Hey!
Above the bow of the ship, the figure came to the air, and it turned into seven streams, and came to the big elder Jiang Chi behind the lightning.
The knife battalion led the Ximen Shadow, and gazed at Jiang Chi with a slight decapitation. He whispered: "The knife battalion Ximen shadow is late, so that Tiandaoge suffered losses."
Jiang Chi faintly said: "No matter, come on."
Longtu looked at the horrible suffocation of the seven people, and his heart was secretly surprised. It turned out to be a warrior who killed the Tao.
It will make people feel heart-wrenching, but only two of them have reached the repair of the Emperor Wu, and the other five are still only half-step of the realm of the Emperor, but there is no fear.
Long said: "You six people go to take the soldiers, I will stop them."
The other six people are obviously very convinced of the strength of the Dragon Map. Without any hesitation, they immediately swept away toward the peak of Qingyun Peak.
Ginger Chi is dignified and eagerly said: "Block them!"
Many of the martial arts kings who had watched before, immediately swarmed and screamed toward the six people. Various high-level martial arts, blooming in the sky, rushed.
The six men each waved a palm, a blue-colored auger appeared, and the six augers violently roared, and the powerful martial arts that flew from the sky were directly crushed into powder.
Then Qinglong's power is not diminished. Between the move and the move, dozens of Wuwangs are directly swept out, and the body flies away like a cannonball.
boom!
Several martial arts kings were swept away two kilometers away, and the body slammed into the mountain peaks. There were a few loud noises, and the mountain peak immediately collapsed.
Six people used only one trick, and they easily knocked back dozens of top-grade martial arts kings. After the hand was finished, Qinglong Changyi immediately returned to several people.
Hey!
Seven blood-colored warships flew quickly toward six people, and hundreds of elite disciples from the Shendao Camp jumped over the bow.
In the air formed a three-dimensional array of methods, the blood drink knife at the same time between the sheath, issued a roar, all the murderous into a piece.
The six martial artists walked in the line and suddenly felt a huge sense of oppression. Rao was the murder of their lives, and they felt a guilty moment.
Moreover, the formation of the 100 discipleship disciples seems to follow the power of some kind of heaven and earth, and the strength of the six people is firmly suppressed.
The six men ran rampant in the battle, and the power of terror was almost unrecognizable, but it was strangely discovered that it was clearly in the forward direction, but it has been in the same place, and it has never been able to break through the encirclement of these hundred people.
The dragon figure glanced slightly, and the situation here was ignored. It is only a matter of time before the break of the law with the strength of six people.
The real threat is from the seven people in front of us, especially the two of them who have completed the lower-level primary martial arts. The knives and battalions are leading the Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan.
Jiang Chi and others have already retreated to the side, and with their half-step strength of the Emperor, they can barely join the battle.
However, the Shendao Camp pays attention to the way of cooperation. The few of them have learned the same thing and can't get involved. They can only do a look at the spectators and guard against them.
kill!
Seven people shot at the same time, the knife in the hand burst into the bleeding color, and the endless blood cloud in the sky began to roll in and out, the smog whistling, and the arrogance.
The dragon figure turned over and a purple long gun appeared in the hand, gently swaying, and the air was swaying, and a blue auger above the gun was hovering over it.
The faucet opened a roar, squirting a gun, swaying in the air, and all the seven attacks were returned.
Screaming!
The collision of the blade, the power of terror spread out, and a black crack in the space spread.
A few people took a hand and threw the space apart. The black space crack spread in the air for several kilometers before stopping.
Where the crack passed, the peaks were cut off halfway, looking out from the sky, like a big cake being smashed by a dog.
The speed of several people is playing faster and faster in the air. Xiao Chen’s gaze can’t keep up with the speed of the other party. He can only hear a loud and deafening roar.
And the black cracks that spread around, hey, on the battlefield, a stream of blood flew out.
A warrior in the Knife Battalion, with a fist-sized blood hole on his forehead, was shot dead by a dragon figure.
A moment later, a crack in the road spread from his wound and the body was quickly torn into pieces.
"Haha, come again, the sword knives are just like this."
The dragon figure laughed in the sky, the voice fell, and a shot swept past. The purple pistol seemed to live really.
Turned into a green dragon, sweeping out, a disciple of the knife camp, waved a brilliance linking the world, want to resist this horrible blow.
The blue auger is not yet close, and there is a roar of anger, which contains endless saints, and the person's shock is dizzy, legs and feet are soft.
boom!
The next moment, the blue auger, turned into a hard purple pistol, a little purple on the tip of the gun.
The dragon figure was slightly on the side of the body, and the hand slammed forward, and the lightning-like smashed the brilliance.
The man quickly turned and flew, the speed was comparable to the blood-colored lightning, the dragon figure snorted, the long gun stalked forward, and the right hand held the end of the gun.
The scope of the attack immediately increased a lot, directly on a yaw, hitting the person's chest.
In this population, a blood arrow spit out and the body flew backwards. It was too late to control the direction and hit the cracks in the space that spread.
The body did not have any resistance, and it was cut several pieces by the crack.
At the same time, the fierce attacks of the other five people, with the blood of the sky, contain the horrible killings of killing the artistic conception, flew over the dragon figure.
"Flying dragons in the sky!"
The dragon figure screamed and screamed. The body flew nine green augers, and the dragonfly soared in the mountains. The will of the supreme wind was contained above the blue auger.
Hey!
The dragon roared, the will of the wind sprayed out, and the wind screamed, and the flood of the sky would kill the mood and blow away.
The killing mood is strong, and after all, it is only the artistic conception. It is not an opponent of a higher level of will, unless several people in the Shendao camp realize the will to kill.
The violent force of the soaring in Kowloon, with the power to destroy the land, will quickly retreat the unmanned attack, especially the artistic conception is broken, the power of killing and shooting is greatly reduced, and the power of a little recoil has not played.
The dragon figure screamed, and Kowloon re-flyed into the body, and his body flashed and came to the front of a knives.
A long rifle stabbed, and a black hole appeared in the void. This gun was so violent that it directly smashed the space.
Above the tip of the gun, the will of the supreme wind began to disperse, and only the black hole of the size of the fist immediately spread.
The dragon figure flashed into the crack of the space, and the next moment the warrior who was retreating quickly slammed into a gap.
A long rifle, with unmatched power, emerged from the void and stabbed toward its forehead.
There is no sign of this abrupt, and there is no way to defend it. It is a must.
clang!
Just as the pike was about to wear the man's forehead, a long, knife slid from the side.
The blade was cut over the tip of the gun, but the will of the wind attached to the tip of the gun made it impossible to shake it.
Ximen Ying, chaos has no focal length binoculars, suddenly condensed, two eyes, appearing in the first eye, it looks very strange.
The horrible killing mood on the blade began to rise rapidly, and finally burst into bursts, forming a will to kill.
boom!
A shot of horror was finally swayed, and the warrior took the opportunity to flash back.
The dragon figure holds the handle of the gun and slowly drills out from the crack in the space. He looks at the faint smile of Ximen Ying: "Yes, it will kill the artistic conception and evolve into the will of killing, but only a glimpse of it, see you. How to resist the will of my wind."