Chapter 578

"Are you all right?"

Wang Jian seemed to be aware of frande's eyes and turned to ask.

"Nothing."

Frande said dryly, but he secretly wiped a sweat from the bottom of his heart. How could he be ok? If he fell from such a high place without any protective measures, even if he was a soul fighter, he would hurt his arm and leg.

Wang Jian's strange is also the first time that he was noticed by the king of killing. His scarlet and cold eyes look at Wang Jian, and there is a strong fluctuation in his tone.

"What field are you in?"

The king of killing is also aware of his own field. It seems that he has met his natural enemies in the field of space king sword. The scattered red field light begins to disappear like spring snow after meeting Wang Jian's white field.

It's hard for him to imagine!

The killing field can be said to be the most domineering field in the world. It is composed of absolutely cold will and killing intention. Once this terrible field is shrouded in people's body, the strong killing intention will make people keep silent.

At the same time, the killing field has the ability to ban demons, which can be called bug level!

Even the angel field, a powerful purification field, can only compete with the killing field, instead of purifying the killing field.

"Skywalker, that's my name."

When Wang Jian saw that his field was useful, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head to answer the king of killing with a smile.

His domain can be immune to and purify all negative effects, and prohibition is obviously one of the negative effects.

Both the God of killing and the God of Luocha belong to the God of evil thoughts. The so-called evil is more than good. In front of the king's sword, which has mastered the noble and healthy atmosphere of heaven and earth, the ability of the God of evil thoughts is undoubtedly compressed to the extreme.

Without the role of the killing field, the dark night can give full play to it.

As a strong man of demigod level, the power of the king of killing without killing will be greatly reduced. Even if he has Shura sword in hand, he can only fight against the dark night.

"Good name!"

The quiet voice of the king of killing still lingers in his ears, but his figure suddenly dissipates like smoke.

Shadow!

In the dark night, his face changed slightly, but he soon calmed down and looked in the direction of Wang Jian.

"Shua!"

The red sword ran across the position where Wang Jian stood. The speed of the king of killing was amazing. Many people didn't see how the king of killing moved, so he appeared beside Wang Jian.

Big sword across, Wang Jian's figure a sword two break!

But there was no gushing of blood.

This is also a shadow!

Over the killing king, the pure white angel dance behind the king's sword was flapping slowly. He said with a smile: "calm down and talk about it?"

The king of the killing responded with only one sword.

"There's no way..."

Wang Jian's face suddenly cold down, indifferent looking at the killing king, said: "other people stay away from here, by me and night to deal with!"

Whew!

Smell speech, other people leave here without hesitation, dark night to join the battlefield.

They also understand that if they are here, the probability will only be a drag, so it's better not to disturb them.

But Tang Hao's figure hesitated and frowned at the killing king.

The dark night draws the king of killing into the shadow field, trying to ensure that the fighting momentum of a few people will no longer endanger the outside world.

Wang Jian saw Tang Hao's hesitant figure, his eyes suddenly flickered slightly and said.

"Haotian Douluo, join in the fight, too!"

Tang Hao, who is about to leave, looks at Wang Jian in amazement. He seems to be puzzled. He doesn't understand why Wang Jian suddenly changes his mind and lets him, a "waste" who is missing one hand and one foot, join the fight.

He didn't have time to think about it. Since Wang Jian said that, it's reasonable for him. He still has some trust in Wang Jian.

Tang Hao was included in the shadow field. After his figure flickered slightly, he entered the interlayer between the void and the real world. Here is the shadow field!

In the distance, the king of killing is fighting with the night.

Wang Jian releases territory not far in front of him to suppress the killing territory of the killing king.

"Hoo

He took a deep breath, as the nine rings of soul rose from under his feet, the black gold Haotian hammer also appeared in his hands.

However, at the moment when his soul appeared, the king of killing in the distance seemed to be shocked and looked at his Haotian hammer tightly.

That pair of eyes have confusion, have memories, have deep thinking, have... Pain!

"Dark night, stop!"

Suddenly, he heard Wang Jian's meaningful voice again.

The king of killing also stopped attacking. His body trembled violently and seemed to be struggling with something. His red eyes became more red and more ferocious. He gradually lowered his head, bent down and hugged his head in pain.

The killing field also takes back the killing King's body, thus emitting rich blood.

After leaving the body, the thick blood gas began to run wildly. I don't know how many talents were killed to form it. The thick layer was like the thick ink that couldn't be assimilated, and even penetrated the shadow field and dyed the pure sky.

Wang Jian took the opportunity to expand his own realm of heaven, gradually covering the realm of heaven to the killing king.

Purification begins!

Countless blood gas slowly dissipated in the soft white light of Tianxing field. There seemed to be a strange black gas beating in those red blood gas. They wanted to jump out, but they were restrained by an inexplicable force, trying to stop their action

The blood color of the king of killing began to fade.

When the trembling body gradually calms down, everyone inside and outside the shadow field is watching the big body of the king of killing.

People's eyes are solemn, ready to wait, once the king of killing has any strange, thunderous attack will fall on him.

"Hao... Hao Tian hammer!"

A weak voice came through the low head of the slayer.

Everyone looked at each other. No one thought that the first sentence of the king of killing after stabilization was this.

However, they also found that the king of killing now seems to be a little different from before.

The original cold and sharp voice became old and heavy, like a kind but serious old man.

Tang Hao frowned.

Haotian hammer? what do you mean?!

Is it the enemy of haotianzong, or... Something else?

Not far away, the king of killing slowly raised his head, and his eyes became very clear, which was different from the previous appearance.

"What's your name?"

The voice of the king of killing came into Tang Hao's ears. It was totally different from before. It seemed that the king of killing was just like a normal person at the moment.

After a moment's hesitation, Tang Hao said coldly, "Tang Hao!"

"Tang Hao... Are you Hao'er?"

Hao... Hao'er?!

When all the strong men in Tianxing soul teacher college were shocked, Tang Hao, who was originally cold, was suddenly stunned. He looked up at the strange and familiar king of killing in disbelief.

For a moment, he seemed to have figured out something. He looked at the king of killing excitedly and said in a trembling voice: "are you grandfather?"

"Ha!"

Outside the shadow field, a large group of people were stunned.