Chapter 209

The visitor is a man in white.

His skin turned white, his face turned white, and even his eyes were white.

The whole look, he did not have a speckled.

The man in white raised his mouth and patted his palm.

"Good, good."

"It can unite the power of two million people, but this technique is too outdated for you to control."

"I can break this law with a random blow."

With that, the man stretched out his finger and gently.

"Hum..."

The air vibrates and the condensed light beam collapses and disappears in an instant.

"Bang..."

Two million people, by the force of counterattack, flew upside down and hit the ground heavily.

Many people were injured by one blow.

Everyone, including Zhao Chan, struggled to get up and looked at the man in white in the air, showing incomparable fear.

This man is terrible.

"See you, my Lord."

At this time, figures came quickly and knelt down in front of the man in white.

Among them, there are Zhao Baoshan, Lengyue and other principals of Baoshan palace. In addition, there is a man who is black all over.

This man is the night sickle.

Everyone exudes a sense of respect.

"Get up." the man in White said faintly.

"Thank you," everyone got up.

Zhao Po Shan stood in front of the man in white and saluted respectfully: "Sir, thank you for doing it for us. Otherwise, this little girl will destroy this place just now."

"For you?"

The man in white smiled and showed a look of indifference. "You look up to yourself too much. What does your life and death have to do with this seat?"

"I'm just looking for mieba."

The man in White said faintly, stretched out his right hand and waved it gently.

"Hoo..."

Zhao Chan's whole body was imprisoned and floated to the man in white. "I feel the breath of mieba on you and say, where is mieba? I can consider giving you a pleasure!"

Zhao Chan struggled frantically. However, she couldn't break free.

She opened her mouth and vomited hard.

"I bah!"

A mouthful of spittle, impartial, right in the middle of the white man's eyebrows, slowly dripping to his nose.

"Even if I die, you can't know the master's position." Zhao Chan's voice was cold.

Hate mania.

Mouth pumping slightly.

Ugly on the face.

The killing intention is hidden all over the chest.

"In that case, I will help you!"

With that, the man in white stretched out his palm, aimed at Zhao Chan, and slapped him in the past.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the people below changed greatly.

"No."

"Zhao Shuai!"

"No..."

Everyone's face was full of anger.

That kind of unwilling and oppressive, hidden in the chest.

As he watched, the slap of the man in white would fall.

At this time.

"Hum..."

The air vibrates.

A figure came quickly, aimed at the palm of the man in white, and then punched him.

"Boom..."

A loud noise.

The man in white flew out upside down and used a lot of strength to stabilize his body.

He calmed down, opened his eyes and couldn't help showing a look of anger.

I saw a middle-aged man about 50 standing in front of Zhao Chan.

This man is Thai chess.

Just now, a man in white was blown away.

I didn't do any good. My palm cracked and blood flowed out.

"This man's strength is irresistible!"

Taiqi thought secretly and looked back at Zhao Chan. "Run, take someone to run. You can't deal with him."

"Ha ha..."

The man in white smiled coldly, "run? Where are you going? Mieba doesn't appear. No one can leave today."

A domineering spirit surged all over the body.

"A mole ant dares to attack this seat!"

"You also have the smell of killing tyrants. Come on, where is killing tyrants? You only have one chance!"

Said the man in white.

"I said, Emperor mieba is now fighting the Lord of Jianzhou! If you don't go back to save your Lord now, I'm afraid it's too late!" Taiqi said.

"Dare to make fun of the emperor, you are the first! Then, this seat will kill you first!"

With that, the man in white waved his right hand and Thai chess flew out upside down.

No matter how he struggles, it doesn't work at all.

He fell into the hands of the man in white.

"Die!"

With that, the man in white stretched out his palm and slapped it.

Seeing it, it's about to fall.

At this time.

"Bai Ze, since you want to find this seat so much, come."

A startled roar made everyone's ears buzzing.

The man in white roared his head and stopped.

He threw the Thai chess to the ground, and his eyes shone with a light. "You can send it to the door with a little plan. It's really a brain cripple."

With that, the man in white flashed and disappeared in situ.

At this moment, everyone stayed where they were, with surprise on their faces.

"Lord mieba is coming?"

"Destroy the tyrant?!"

"Brother mieba came to save us?"

Everyone's face was full of surprise.

"Don't be stunned. You deal with the people below. This Baize will be handed over to this seat."

The sound woke everyone up.

Zhao Chan swallowed several pills and said, "kill!"

At this sound, everyone, like a flood, went forward to kill.

"Do you think many people are useful? In front of strength, any means, ah..."

Before Dongyin spoke, Zhao Po Shan was shot by Zhao Chan and broke several metal walls in a row.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Po Shan didn't react yet. He just got up and saw Zhao Chan's shadowless serial gun.

One shot, all on his head.

In that case, there was no intention of stopping.

It's a deadly gun. Blow your head.

last.

With a bang, Zhao broke the mountain and disappeared.

At a resurrection point.

"Hoo..."

Zhao Po Shan's body condensed and resurrected again.

However.

Waiting for him, it was another thunder blow from Zhao Chan.

A moment later, Zhao Po Shan burst into light and shadow again.

After resurrection, he was severely killed by Zhao Chan.

In this way, Zhao Po Shan kept switching between resurrection and death, and had no power to fight back at all.

The other side.

Xia Mofan looked at the night sickle and his face was full of anger.

Great anger rose from his chest.

"Boy, are you going to compete with this seat?"

"Just you, you are not my opponent. You have practiced for a hundred years..."

Before falling silent, the pupil of night sickle contracted and his face changed greatly.

But he saw that Xia Mofan did not know when he had appeared in front of him.

Xia Mofan was full of Qi and blood. The dagger in his hand pierced the night sickle with the smell of tearing everything.

"Rush to stab..."

Now, the night sickle has a body of flesh and blood, and is no longer immune to physical damage.

Suddenly, the dagger went into his chest.

He stared at his chest with disbelief.

"You... How did you practice the magic blade to the soul level? It's impossible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was waiting for him.

His soul was drawn out of his body by the dagger, turned into an evil soul and rushed into the dagger.

To death, night sickle can't believe all this.

……