Chapter 843: I don't know how to live and die (below)
In the roaring sound, at this moment, the body of the vine is flashing, and it is once again rushing toward Wang Yan.
Wang Chen returned?
What about that?
Even, this moment, the heart of the vine is very excited!
Wang Chen is coming back! He wants Wang Chen to see how Wang Yan is killed by himself. ±
Thinking of this, the heart of the vine is an endless thrill.
The resentment and hatred in my heart, this moment broke out completely!
He wants Wang Chen to fall in despair and grief. Only in this way can we completely erase the resentment in the heart of the vine.
"You are looking for death!"
Looking at the action of Teng Li, Wang Chen’s eyes were cold and shouted loudly.
Teng Li, Fuji family! They are all looking for death!
"Kill!"
When I think about it, where will Wang Chen hesitate?
The figure flashed and he was killed in the front.
In the hands of Yuan Lizhi’s soldiers, Wang Chen’s figure flashed.
"Wang Chen, Hugh to be crazy!"
However, just in the moment when Wang Chen was killed, the Han family in front of him was shouting loudly.
In the crowd, a Han family ancestor who reached the early stage of pure Yang held a long soldier and directly blocked Wang Chen’s way.
"哗..."
The long soldiers danced and tore the sky.
In an instant, a dull tearing sound came.
The horrible swordsmanship, sweeping away at this moment.
The fierce swordsmanship, this moment seems to be turned into the arrow of the sky, and goes to Wang Chen.
"You are looking for death!"
Looking at Teng Li once again joined forces with the warrior's pure Yang strong, suppressing Wang Yan, Wang Chen was angry.
Han family...
I haven’t found them yet. Now, they have once again blocked their way.
Unforgivable.
"Kill!"
Thinking of this, in the scream of anger, Wang Chen did not hesitate to go to the Han family, the early military of pure Yang.
Hang...
The gas lang exploded.
Eight armor, blood talent, Suzaku flame, all activated.
The blood of the gods is urging, and the dragon is vacant.
The white tiger is inspired to protect the roar.
吼...
Between the vagueness, I saw Wang Chen behind him, and the dragon and the tiger roared at the moment.
At this moment, Wang Chen has already raised his momentum to the limit.
No move!
With the powerful force of chaos, the combination of the fire of the wood, Wang Chen's move, tears the whole world apart.
At this moment, Wang Chen seems to have dominated this piece of heaven and earth.
Hang...
Between the blink of an eye, the roar came.
The hand of Yuan Li in the hands of Wang Chen turned into a roaring tiger and a dragon, and instantly swallowed the sword of the early Han Dynasty.
The roar of the roar is turbulent, the lang is rolling, and the wind is whistling.
The whole world is crazy at the moment.
The ultimate flame and light, even makes it difficult to open your eyes!
The night was torn, as if it had come to the day.
"Ah..."
In such a roaring and horrible lang, a scream of screams came at this moment.
The screams, heartbreaking.
Among the crisp sounds of the break, the gods in the hands of Han Jiachun’s martial arts, this inch of cracks.
Hang...
Along with the broken soldiers, a powerful energy directly hit the entire Han family.
The pupil shrinks, and the face of Han Jia Chun Yang’s strong face shows endless fear.
Fighting...
Blood spray.
In the screams, the entire Korean family of pure martial arts, stunned by this horrible sword air flew out.
哗啦啦......
The blood is filled with blood and flesh and blood.
Under this trick, the body of Han Jia Chun Yang is almost broken.
"No..."
"Old ancestors..."
Looking at such a scene, everyone in the Han family could not help but be shocked.
While avoiding the sigh of overflowing, they screamed anxiously.
Everyone’s face is filled with anxiety and fear at the moment.
The family has sent two ancestors of pure Yang class.
Before, a pure mid-temperament ancestor has been hit hard.
At this moment, the entire ancestor of the early stage of Chunyang was seriously damaged?
This makes the people of the Han family not afraid of their hearts?
Especially the scenes of the **** rain, let their hearts fall to the bottom of the valley.
"Boom..."
In the midst of a scream, the ancestors of the Han family flew hundreds of meters, and finally fell on a huge stone!
In a moment, the boulder collapsed and the dust flew.
"Clay-footed dog, can't be hit!"
When I saw the ancestors of Han Jia Chunyang’s early ancestors, they were bombarded by themselves. Wang Chen’s eyes were disdainful, with endless killings.
"Since you are not self-reliant, then go to hell!"
A cold voice, Wang Chen's body is turned into a streamer, once again.
He went straight to the ancestors of the seriously injured Han Jia Chunyang.
"No..."
"Wang Chen, you dare!"
"Wang Chen, it’s too much to deceive..."
Looking at Wang Chen holding a long sword, turned into a streamer, went straight to the seriously injured ancestors, this time, the Han family were even anxious.
Wang Chen, this is to be prepared to kill.
A trace of panic spread out from their hearts!
"Hugh!"
In a burst of roar, several figures rushed out in an attempt to block Wang Chen’s progress.
"All are looking for death!"
However, in the face of these killing figures, Wang Chen has no expression.
The endless murder, without hesitation, shrouded these people.
Star class? Xuan Yue grade?
Does these warriors think that their strength can stop themselves?
It’s just looking for death.
"Kill!"
In the face of these people who are looking for death, how can Wang Chen be polite?
A cold voice, long sword sweep.
"Thousands of lang!"
Stacked lang斩!
In a flash, the sword is rolling, like a sea lang roar.
Thousands of overlapping lang slammed out, letting the heavens and the earth suddenly collapsed.
At this time, the whole world is like a sea.
The horrible sword is the fierce roaring sea lang.
Booming...
The roar of the roar.
kill...
kill...
kill...
Between the vagueness, I heard a burst of shouting, such as going to the army and swept past.
Under this sword, who is the match?
"Ah, ah..."
Along with this sweep of lang, the screams of screams continued.
The sword is over, flesh and blood fly. The long sword swept across the country.
Everything is going to be ashes at the moment.
What about a few small stars and mysterious warriors?
It’s just a trick, and Wang Chen will cover these people with endless strength and swordsmanship.
It’s just a trick, these people’s flesh and blood flutter, the soul is broken!
Ah...
Looking at such a scene, the rest of the Han family who survived and avoided the sword, was crazy...
They roared loudly, they were almost crazy.
These stars and the strongest of the Xuan Yue class are almost all the strong players sent by the Han family.
Rao is within the Han family, and their status is extraordinary!
And now, even between a move, was killed by Wang Chen?
How can this make people crazy?
There is a lot of damage!
Between Wang Chen’s move, it is almost severing the hope of any resistance from the Korean family.
Does this make the Korean family not afraid?
"Looking for a dead end!"
However, in the face of such a scene, Wang Chen at the moment is still the same.
The people of Han Jia, the death is not enough!
This road is chosen by their own Korean family.
Since you have chosen, you have to pay the price.
Several little stars and mysterious moons? Is this not enough?
There is no reason to ignore the mourning and roar of the ants in the distance. When Wang Chen’s figure flashes, he goes straight ahead.
His goal. Still pointing straight, the old ancestor of Han Jia Chunyang.
This early martial art warrior was seriously injured in the move before Wang Chen. His flesh was almost completely destroyed.
With Wang Chen’s current strength, the combination of the fire of the wood and the fire, the hand-held reincarnation of the sword and the strength of the soldiers... This kind of strength, is it a common pure military early warrior can resist?
He, without being killed, is luck.
Seriously injured? Nature is inevitable.
At this time, he struggled in a pool of blood.
And Wang Chen, is not going to give him a chance to breathe.
"Wind!"
A cold voice, the moment the body shape was shot, Wang Chen directly showed a move.
哗...
The wind is swept away.
A blink of an eye, Wang Chen appeared in front of this pure Yang early warrior.
Brush...
When the wrist is shaking, the cold mantle flashes.
The soldier who was roaring in the flames snarled and fell silently toward the bottom.
"No... Wang Chen...you can't..."
The crisis is coming, death is shrouded!
Until this moment, the Korean family’s early military martial arts was also fearful.
Know that he is still seriously injured at this moment!
Before Wang Chen’s episode, almost all of his body was destroyed. Even a lot of bones have turned into ashes.
How could he recover in such a short time? Even, not dead is a miracle.
At this moment, once again facing the attack of Wang Chen, in the face of this swift sword, this Han family ancestor is no longer able to resist.
He can only watch the long sword fall.
He can only watch the death enveloped.
He mourned loudly and begged for mercy.
In the face of death, this moment, he only knows how stupid things they did with their Korean family today.
He, don't want to die!
But, unfortunately, there is no regret in this world.
"Fighting..."
Soon, the screams of the early ancestors of the Han family's pure Yang were abruptly stopped.
One head, flying in the sky, glaring. The endless blood, sprayed out, turned into a gorgeous picture, condensing the dance of death.
Stabbing...
A dull voice came.
Even, even his soul is not spared.
Under the blow of the wind, the soldier of Yuan Li in the hands of Wang Chen is the sickle of death. It not only degraded the head of this Korean ancestor, but also divided his soul directly into two halves.
"Receive!"
After that, between the electric and the flint, Wang Chen’s hand was pinched out.
哗...
A void black hole appears.
The body of the Han family's ancestors and the broken souls were all absorbed into the black hole.
The physical and spiritual soul of pure Yangwu? Of course, Wang Chen will not let go.
This is the biggest tonic for Shura Wang!
哗...
With the incarnation and spirit of the early prime minister of pure Yang being swallowed up by the black hole, the black hole converges and the heavens and the earth fall into silence.
Death, this is the early ancestor of Han Jia Chunyang, the final destination.