Chapter 3954

"How could it be you? It's impossible? How can you kill the Supreme God with your strength? "

The old thief of the business lost his voice and exclaimed.

Xiang Jia Wang, Qu ling'er and others are also puzzled.

Many people have seen and heard of Yan Feitian. The most important thing about him is that he came back from the dead and was forced to revive by Ning Tao.

Whether it is to protect the holy land, vigorous development, many wars, the capture of the yellow spring have contributed a lot.

But How could it be like this?

"No, the power of darkness? You Have you been eroded by the darkness? " Qu ling'er's beautiful eyes shrank.

But the elephant king one stiff, seem to perceive his cultivation, the color changes a way: "four Four steps to the top? Is this fake? Last time I saw him, it was only two steps. "

In the face of the three people's surprise, Yan Feitian's face was expressionless and speechless, and his aggressive black pupil suddenly flashed. The black blade in his hand flashed across the chilly light, and said coldly: "you You're all going to die

"Holy Dharma, cut in the dark!"

"Brush ~"

at this moment, the hairs of the three people all burst up, their scalp became numb, and they felt the crisis of life and death. The blade was not an ordinary blade.

"Be careful not to touch it. Go, go." Qu ling'er's beautiful eyes trembled and cried out.

But it was too late. The elephant king burst out of ancient brute force, and his muscles rose like a dragon. The whole man was three feet tall and indestructible, with one blow.

"Holy Dharma, giant elephant falling star fist!"

"Po ~"

but under the defense of his proud strength, the blade of darkness flashed by and was extremely sharp. The whole elephant king was as stiff as petrified.

In front of Qu ling'er, an old thief of the Shang Dynasty, a splash of blood splashed. A soul similar to the elephant king was swallowed by the black blade and chewed. A hard stone head fell down powerlessly.

Elephant king, kill with one knife!

"This..."

Old thief Shang and Qu ling'er were stunned. Even one of the three kings, Xiangjia king, wubu Tianzun, could not stop the black blade.

No, what's wrong? If Yan Feitian was the only one, he would never have such a strong strength.

Even if he can get a powerful holy weapon, shouldn't he? Shouldn't he betray the holy land? Does he still expect Ning Tao to help him revive Xuannv?

Have you lost your mind?

"Never, never dare to tease me." Yan Feitian coldly twisted his neck, and his murderous spirit burst out. He slashed them with a knife.

"Damn it, stop it!" Shura Buddha, ZuLong, zhenape and others roar and rush at full speed.

On the top of the sky, there was a terrible pressure, such as the oppression of a yellow spring. A big dark yellow hand grabbed it and said in a cold voice: "the remaining evils of the dark, if you don't give up your hand, you can make trouble!"

However, Yan Feitian seemed to turn a blind eye to it. He was about to die with the old thief of Shang Dynasty.

"God's skill, disease!"

"Secret art, giant of green wood!"

Two forces blocked him, trying to stop him.

However, Yan Feitian's strength increased rapidly. He was very strange and black. His knife was as fast as a dragon and as fast as a flash of lightning. It pierced Qu ling'er's delicate body and even the chest of the old thief of Chinese business.

"What What cough Poof... "

"Puff..."

Seeing this scene, the crazy crowd suddenly became dull, pale, and their lips were shaking. With a roar, they rushed like crazy.

"No No... "

"Ling'er, old thief, son of a bitch, I'll kill you!" Shura Buddha's angry eyes are like those of Vajra.

Pull out with double knives, such as bloodthirsty Shura.

Not to mention the weevil king who has fallen into a pool of blood.

But a big hand was faster than him. He shot Yan Feitian to the bottom of the earth. The whole continental plate was shocked fiercely, and the terrible impact seemed to destroy the continent.

Seeing this, Shura Buddha quickly pulled away the two old thieves with red eyes. At this time, they still had a black blade on their chest, which seemed to devour the vitality. Qu ling'er's pretty face was pale.

"Little Be careful... "

"What? What did you say? " Shura Buddha listened, but saw her soul swallowed by the blade.

Qu ling'er, Yi Ling, has fallen!

"This How could that be? " A burst of Tyrannosaurus Rex and others left, their faces were pale.

"Damn, what's going on..."

Shura Buddha quickly pulled out the black blade, trying to save the old thief, but the next second, a wisp of black breath climbed up his right arm, trying to erode him, very ferocious.

"Get the hell out of here, asshole!"

In the center of the eyebrow, the character "Xi" is printed on the masterpiece of Jin Guangda.

The Golden Buddha light interweaves, wants to drive away the darkness, however, the darkness is stronger than he imagined, actually already fast spread to the shoulder.

"Damn it Shura Buddha's eyes were angry. He cut off his right arm with a knife and snorted.All the people were scared. What kind of strange artifact is this? You can't even touch a half saint? Is it stronger than Ning Tao's Zhou God dish?

As soon as the right arm fell, it just quickly became a black fog and disappeared into the black blade.

The weapon is still.

The next second, a figure of Wei'an floated down. As soon as his brow sank and his sight swept, he suddenly settled on the black blade and said, "how can it be? Is this knife still there

"Lord huangquan, do you know him?" The kind mother-in-law and all the people present exclaimed.

Yes, this man is the saint of the yellow spring. The strange things in the world have been known by the three saints and informed by chaos. However, Ning Tao's affairs can't be put down, so the three saints sent a person to solve the matter secretly.

Huang Quan sage Ning Zhong said: "this Dao is called heishura. It's extremely evil. Its owner is the Dark Lord. But it was destroyed by our six saints at that time? How could it still exist? "

Then he grabbed Yan Feitian from the ruins and said in a cold voice, "boy, answer me, where did you get this knife?

Yan Feitian, who was dying, was indifferent. His eyes flickered and disappeared. He had no response and was not afraid of life and death.

"You want to die!" Huang Quan saint's face sank, and his hand pinching his neck gradually exerted itself.

But just then, the dry and weak old thief yelled, "no Don't kill him... "

At the last moment, they seemed to understand something, but it was too late to think clearly. At the moment, he only felt that his vitality was rapidly passing away.

Chest, like a big ice cellar, the whole person seems to be about to fall into an abyss.

"Old thief? Damn it, you can't leave me alone Shura Buddha's eyes are red. He also has the memory of six people in the world. But now, in addition to chaos, how many people are left?

Seeing this, Huang Quan quickly wields a force to cover up and down the old thief. He pulls out a wisp of soul, but his body falls quickly.

"I can only keep his last wisp of wisdom. Although it is possible for him to survive, he is not deeply stabbed, but I can't be careless. When I get back, I'll find a way to save him, and I'll give him to you first."

Huang Quan throws Yan Feitian to the public.

The next second, he waved away the black blade and flew up to the sun.

In the crowd, chaos is very calm, silent for a long time, turned away, did not set off a wave, and Yan Feitian in the people's hatred, torture, torture, but always silent.

But since he was imprisoned, no strong man has disappeared, and everything has returned to mediocrity.

But only a hundred years later, the calm world was suddenly awakened by a terrible, violent bell, nine in a row, hysterical, like a storm vent, but then, all the echo.

Over the holy land of eternal life, on the island of eternal life, bao'er is gushing blood. Her red eyes are ready to show. She stares at a person in front of her eyes and says angrily, "it's you!"