Chapter 2001: One hundred thousand take one for nothing

There was a breath for a while, and in a flash, Longyin was forced into the void.
In an instant, the layers of space shattered like glass.
The water in the cold lake was also silent, exploding into mist, as if sucked violently by the dragon, it was sucked clean and clean.
In this ruin, Yun Niyang stood up, facing the air in front of her, respectfully saluting: "Thank you teacher."
The void, like the surface of the water, shook slightly.
At the next moment, a golden light shone down and fell in Yun Nishang's hands.
Suddenly, a long sword appeared in front of Yun Nishang.
The long sword is completely white, and the scabbard is pure white, but it reveals a divine atmosphere that people want to worship.
After Yun Nisang saluted in the air again, he reached out to hold the sword.
In an instant, the sword body trembles, and the dragon in her body rises again! At the same time Yun Nisang felt his bloodline was triggered.
In an instant, although the hilt of the long sword was still white, the surface of the scabbard, like flowing water, appeared a ghost of a golden dragon.
This Golden Dragon phantom was attached to the scabbard, slowly turning around, not angry.
And Yun Nishang's whole body seems to be surrounded by a golden light at the moment, and a wave of dragon power forms a barrier and an impact, which is daunting.
In Yun Nishang's eyes, a flash of surprise flashed, and the sword was pulled out of the sheath.
Buzz-a sword with golden awns, full of majestic, sacred and vast atmosphere, overturning the five lakes and seas, and the eight territories of Kyushu! At the same time, a faint voice came from Yun Nishang's ear.
"This conference is mainly based on experience and does not make requests for teachers, but I hope you will do your best to seize this opportunity."
Yun Nishang's long sword entered the sheath, and a serious look appeared on Qiao's face, saluting deeply into the void: "The disciples will do their utmost to live up to the teacher's expectations!"
In the deeper and more mysterious place of Tianya Sect, the statue of Zuo Hufa's hard state suddenly hangs in a palace.
The next moment, the statue was enveloped by a touch of light and shadow, and the statue seemed to come alive.
"Woo-it should be almost."
The position of the statue's mouth moved, and a ray of light shot from the fingertips.
This light rotates a circle not far away, suddenly, as if opening a channel.
The trapped void quickly disintegrated.
A strong smell, accompanied by Zhentian's shouting, came from the open void.
Looking around, the blood, smoke, and flames seemed to turn into a grim face covering the sky and filled the whole world.
At this moment, under the influence of this hideous face, the open void channels are constantly disintegrating and corroding.
"You can come back."
The statue of the left guardian, facing the void channel, made a faint sound.
This sound is not loud, and it is nothing like the screaming killing sound after the passage.
But at the next moment, a loud noise came with a terrible tear.
That fierce face, in a flash, a crack appeared in the middle.
The whole face suddenly seemed to be torn in half by life, and the wind and rain were twisted and twisted.
At the next moment, the fissure seemed to be infused with magma.
In the deafening sound, the flames suddenly spread, rumbling, and even suppressed the sound of shouting and killing in that whole plane.
boom! boom! The face covering the sky and the sun was ignited all at once, and the flames were immediately blown away by a violent force.
The Void Channel also began to explode, collapsing everywhere, and there was chaos.
However, the left protector didn't seem to be anxious at all.
And just before the passage was about to be completely annihilated, a strong blood, mixed with the terrifying killing intent and the violent breath, suddenly appeared in front of the passage.
A figure reveals the overbearing majesty of the world.
When Mo Wuyu held a giant axe and the figure walked out of the void channel, the void channel and the space behind it were like a burning cloth, with a bang, the whole fell down and burned to ashes.
The screams and wailings that came out of it, as the channel collapsed this time, there was no sound in a flash.
But at this moment Mo Mo stood in front of the statue, his whole body was blood, and his eyes were cold like ice.
There was still some minced meat on his body, a huge axe in his hand, and the blood was dripping down, a moment of effort, and a sticky stream was formed on the stone slab under his feet.
At this moment, he seemed to be the of death.
Zuo Fa's eyes rolled slightly and looked him up and down.
Mo Moyu didn't have the previous respect at this moment. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the statue of the left protector coldly, holding the giant axe's hand, even tight.
It seems that he seems to have a anger that has not been completely vented, and this moment will be poured on the left protector.
"It seems that you can be the one who stands out from the crowd, you have something, and even I dare to challenge."
Zuo Hufa was not irritated, and even had a hint of interest in his eyes.
"How does it feel to be able to kill one hundred thousand brothers and be the only one?"
Zuo Hu Fa asked again with a smile.
In Mo Bu's eyes, frost is condensing.
But feeling the horror power behind the statue of Zuo Hu Fa, he finally sagged his eyelids and said in a very dry and hard voice: "They are not my brothers."
"Oh, the change is bigger than expected. Even the tone and attitude are different from those of the previous Mobi."
The left protector seemed surprised.
Click! At this time, I didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The axe blade of the giant axe in my hand drooped sharply and broke into the ground with ease, tearing apart the fierce cracks.
Listening to the slightly ridiculous tone of Zuo Hufa, the eyes in Mo Bu's eyes were almost forced to come out and wrap the palace into frost.
He slowly turned his head, looked at the left guardian, and said coldly: "Where did the previous people go?"
The statue of Zuo Hufa shook slightly, as if he lifted his chin, motioned to look at the collapsed space just now.
"It's in the 100,000 just now.
Hundreds of thousands of people don't talk about it.
The strongest can survive.
It is you who survived and inherited the name and identity of Mo Buyu. "
Zuo Hu Fa said, "They are all killed by you now."
"Then you--" Mo said, clenching his teeth, making a sound like a twisted steel plate between the teeth, with violent, with hatred, and with a kind of corpses of blood.
"Why mention those losers repeatedly! Me! It's the only nonchalant!"
boom! As he roared, the ground beneath his feet shattered and lava rose.
Among the flying magma and flames, it seems that there is a demon engulfed in flames.
Suddenly, the fire shone, and his face flickered, like a ghost.