Chapter 760

"Die for me!" suddenly a voice came from the back of Zhao Yuande. A middle-aged man in yellow grabbed Zhao Yuande with his hand. A powerful force suddenly shrouded hundreds of feet around him and rolled Zhao Yuande to the ground.

"Empress of God, the strong one!" Zhao Yuande's eyes coagulated and was ready to escape into the eternal tower at any time.

"Get out of here!" the tall old man slapped the emperor's late strongman and shot him out. The emperor's strongman exploded into a blood mist in mid air. "I didn't hear what I said just now. It's under the emperor!"

The tall old man looked ferocious and stared at all the practitioners around him.

Everyone suddenly trembled. Many people could not bear to think that this guy was a moody old madman, teasing them!

"Whoosh!"

Among the crowd, many powerful shenhuang flew away and retreated. They didn't want to be slapped to death by the old madman.

"Brother! You can deal with these by yourself! Don't worry about the emperor. Don't dare to do it!" Zhao Yixin flew to the white fairy, waved his arm to him, and then disappeared into the fairyland channel with the white fairy.

Zhao Yuande looked at the golden channel and couldn't help but wonder if he could enter the fairyland directly if he entered the channel now?

But before he could figure out the answer, someone rushed in front of him.

This is a middle-aged man in the realm of the emperor. A big knife in his hand cleaves towards Zhao Yuande's head. A bright divine awn rises into the sky. The divine awn cuts the void. With the middle-aged emperor as the center, the golden light shines in your eyes. Dozens of practitioners with similar or weak accomplishments are instantly fragmented by the golden light.

"Ha ha! No one wants to rob me. He's mine!" the middle-aged man laughed happily, as if he had regarded Zhao Yuande as a lamb happy to be slaughtered.

"You talk too much!" a figure passed through the golden light, slapped the middle-aged man on the forehead, and beat the middle-aged man's head to pieces on the spot, even the spirit was not escaped.

"Hey, hey! This young man is mine!" a thin figure in black killed the middle-aged man. Without stopping, he appeared in front of Zhao Yuande and grabbed Zhao Yuande's throat.

"You are too weak!" Zhao Yuande smiled at the corners of his mouth and grabbed each other's hand as soon as he reached out.

"You..." the thin figure is a dry old man. His face is full of horror. He feels that the hand holding him seems to have infinite strength. He can't get rid of it anyway.

"So weak, dare to learn to kill me, die!"

Zhao Yuande, Zheng Ningning smiled, grabbed the other party's arm and fell hard to the ground.

"Pa!"

The hard slate ground was smashed to pieces, and dozens of feet around it were centered on the hard fall and deeply sunken.

The thin old man's bones were shattered, lying in the center like a dead dog, with deep despair in his eyes.

"Do not kill as like as two peas". The old man looked at Zhao Yuande's big foot with a desperate look. The old man's head was so bad that he could not even escape from the sea.

As soon as the old man died, another third of the people suddenly stopped!

Many people know this skinny old man. This is a local snake in the central square of Wanjie city. The God Emperor's medium-term cultivation is vicious and vicious. He likes to sneak attack people!

Even this guy was killed by the other party, and many people were discouraged.

Some people turned around and left. They were still more rational. They knew they could not do it and gave up this great opportunity.

However, most people have a fluke in their hearts at this time. When the young man is exhausted no matter how powerful he is, he will rush into mass action at that time and don't believe he can't win him.

"Since you don't do it! It's my turn! Kill!" a halberd appeared in Zhao Yuande's hand, waving and changing color!

When one killed himself, Zhao Yuande's momentum suddenly increased, and his body was raised again and again, turning into a terrible giant hundreds of feet tall.

"Die!"

A sword light came after the crowd. The speed was incredible. It was a circle around the huge Zhao Yuande's neck.

"Zheng!"

A spark lit up from the place where the sword light crossed, and it didn't hurt Zhao Yuande's flesh at all!

"How could it be! I'm a congenital treasure!" the man trembled with shock and turned around to run away like a distance.

"Dead!" Zhao Yuande smiled grimly, turned into a hundred feet long halberd and chopped down in that direction.

A thick edge rushed towards the man as if it were a mountain. Under the edge, the man seemed to be a mole ant. He couldn't find the residue when he was hit by the edge.

"Boom!"

When the halberd fell, the whole Wanjie City trembled, and dozens of tall buildings collapsed.

Many people were so frightened by the halberd that their faces turned white and their bodies trembled. They no longer dared to have illusions and turned around and ran away.

In an instant, 30% fewer people besieged Zhao Yuande in the square.

Zhao Yuan turned into a giant. The halberd swept away and attacked and killed the crowd unscrupulously.

"Jingle!"

There was a sound of metal attack. Countless Lingbao congenitally Lingbao collided with Zhao Yuande's halberd, but they were all blocked back by the halberd, and some Lingbao burst into pieces. There were cracks on the congenitally Lingbao, and the people connected with these treasures opened their mouths and spewed out blood. The spirit was badly hurt by this collision.

"How powerful is this guy!" someone has been thinking about this question.

"Stop..." there was a loud cry in the distance, and a strong man rose up and landed on the messy square.

This man is a boy in red, but his eyes are full of vicissitudes. Although his face is beautiful, he can still see at a glance that he is an old man who has gone through vicissitudes.

The boy was very angry. He was about to start yelling, but he saw a tall old man with a gloomy face. He was immediately frightened and trembled all over his body.

"Senior... You..." the boy in red walked over carefully, as if he was really a child who made a mistake.

"Get out! Don't get in the way here!" the tall old man glanced at the boy in red and waved in disgust.

"Yes!" the little boy in red turned and tiptoed a few steps. Only then did he dare to rise up and return to his territory again.

"Why are you back again?" the little boy in red just fell down, and two people appeared in front of him.

"Hum! Ying Hongyu is crazy and drives a group of cultivators to attack the young man." the little boy in red angrily said, "I just want to ask if I need help. The dog who is scolded before he exports."

"Ha ha! Flattery is on the horse's leg!" one of them is a middle-aged Taoist, with Fairy Spirit and ethereal temperament. He seems to be relegated to the world, but he smiles very happily at this time.

"You old cow's nose, it's good to say I!" the little boy in red glared at him and said, "who teased the little girl and was beaten all over the ground, crying for his father and mother!"

"Hum!" when the middle-aged Taoist stagnated, his gloating smile disappeared, and he almost rushed to fight the little boy.

He trembled at the thought of the terrible little girl, but fortunately, the girl had just been taken away by the fairy world!

In fact, no one knows why the fairyland perceives the existence of this little girl because he secretly delivers messages!

"Well, don't say anything! The great God can play as he likes. Anyway, he doesn't dare to tear down the Wanjie City, otherwise someone will crush him. We just need to come out and clean up the mess!" the last person is a woman whose body is shrouded in a layer of purple fog, and her voice is a little lazy.

"OK..."