Chapter 294

"Don't you say?"

Looking at the fierce emperor battle group, Han Yun's eyes flashed a terrible cold current.

Cold channel:

"If you don't say it, I'll hit you and say it!"

"Yuan Yue, the emperor's battle group will be handed over to you!"

Han Yun ordered yuan Yue coldly.

"Yes, boss!"

Yuan Yue respectfully agreed.

Turning around, Yuan Yue's momentum suddenly soared.

"Brothers of the death War Regiment, are you afraid of death?"

"Not afraid!"

……

The terrible sound spread all over the ancient city desert!

"Do you remember the slogan of my God of death battle group?"

Yuan Yue looked at a group of militant disciples and asked in a loud voice.

"Remember!"

A group of people looked at Yuan Yue proudly.

This slogan.

It is their invincible honor!

"Shout out our slogans and let these little bastards of the purple family have a look. Even if their number is twice that of us, we will kill them!"

Yuan Yue stood in the void and shouted.

"When death comes, there is no life!"

"No life!"

……

A mighty voice sounded in the void.

"Little Lord!"

When Zhang Yue heard the voices, he couldn't help but be agitated. A sense of war from his blood rose in Zhang Yue.

"Ziqianqiu will give it to you!"

Han Yun looked at Zhang Yue and said indifferently.

"Little Lord, I'll fight ziqianqiu. Who will protect you?"

When Zhang Yue heard Han Yun's words, he immediately said in a hurry.

"I need protection?"

Han Yun turned his head, gave Zhang Yue a funny look, and then said:

"If anyone can kill me, can you protect me?"

Han Yun asked jokingly.

"This..."

Zhang Yue was embarrassed.

Then he quickly and respectfully said:

"Zhang Yue obeys the orders of the little Lord!"

"That's about the same!"

Han Yun nodded with satisfaction.

Cultivation has entered the realm of war respect, although Han Yun is only a first-class war respect.

But Han Yun, who has the double bonus of crazy warrior and soul warrior, must not measure Han Yun's strength with the level of cultivation!

"The emperor's battle regiment listens to the order and is ready for combo!"

Ziqianqiu stands in the void, and Zhan Zun's momentum is madly suppressed by Yuan Yue and his party.

"The God of death battle regiment listens to the order and is ready for combo!"

Yuan Yue also roared.

"Roar..."

The death battle group roared in unison and moved quickly.

"As a leader, little Zhan Zong is looking for death. Go to death first!"

Seeing yuan Yue commanding the God of death battle group, ziqianqiu's eyes immediately raised a touch of disdain. His body flashed and wanted to directly erase yuan Yue.

"The mighty warrior came to kill a zhanzong. It's disgraceful to your purple family. Get back!"

Zhang Yue stood in front of Yuan Yue.

One punch directly repels ziqianqiu.

"Zhang Yue..."

Seeing Zhang Yue, ziqianqiu's face changed.

Zhang Yue, who has wusheng boxing, is definitely stronger than him now. Although Zhang Yue can't beat him for a moment, with Zhang Yue nearby, he won't want to move yuan Yue again.

"Hahaha... Boy Zhang, thank you!"

Yuan yuechao and Zhang Yue grinned.

Looking at the rugged yuan Yue, Zhang Yue also smiled. Rarely, Zhang Yue had a good feeling for yuan Yue in his heart.

Face war without chaos.

In front of Yuan Yue, although his strength is not as good as him, as the head of the God of death battle regiment, Yuan Yue absolutely deserves his respect!

"Death cut..."

Yuan Yue jumped into the void and raised his magic sword above his head. The terrible war gas converged into a two or three hundred Zhang war gas arc in the void.

Terrible war gas arc.

Into bright gold, around the war gas arc, it sends out rhythmic fluctuations.

The wave takes the war gas arc as the center and spreads around.

Space waves.

The disciples of the 500 God of death battle regiment once again cooperated with the technique of combo, and even played a spatial fluctuation.

This move.

Has reached the limit of Zhan Zun.

"What a terrible smell!"

The faces of the six people of tianshuzi changed greatly. Originally, they underestimated the God of death battle group. Now how lucky they are.

Without the emperor's regiment.

I'm afraid they can't even see Han Yun today. They were directly wiped out by the God of death battle group!

"This war spirit..."

Ziqianqiu's pupil shrinks and despises in his eyes.

Completely disappeared at this moment.

"Such a mysterious combo can not only gather the power of more than 500 war emperors, but also compress this power to the most terrible level. How is this possible?"

Ziqianqiu's eyes are incredible.

All the strength of more than 500 war emperors.

This is so terrible, let alone a war Pope. Even Zhan Zun can never do such perfect control.

"Go to hell!"

War gas arc, finally accumulates strength to the peak.

The golden war gas arc turned into a bright golden awn, and the crazy emperor battle group swept away.

"Ancient battle array!"

"Boom..."

Ziqianqiu roared, and the momentum of the more than 1000 war emperors of Zijia suddenly soared.

The fighting Qi gathered 36 purple figures in the void.

Each figure is like a demon. Thirty six figures come together to form a perfect shield to protect all the purple family disciples.

"Boom..."

A violent collision.

The aura completely ran away, and the violent collision made the whole ancient city of Xia tremble.

The ancient city of Xia kingdom is a place of countless strong men.

His eyes fell on the top of the ancient city desert. There was a destructive smell.

"Back!"

"Touch!"

The arc of war Qi swept 36 purple figures and finally fell to the ground.

A thousand foot long crack appeared at the edge of the ancient city desert. A trace of groundwater flowed out of the crack.

This barren ancient city desert.

Under the attack of the death battle group, since there is a canyon out of thin air!

"How strong!"

Han Yun couldn't help exclaiming.

After the disciples of the death battle regiment were promoted to the peak of the war emperor, Han Yun had not seen them perform combo.

Last time in the Seven Star sect, the Presbyterian group of the Seven Star sect didn't dare to fight at all and directly retreated.

"Good, good! Han Yun, you surprised me. I didn't expect that your God of death battle group still has such a mysterious combo. In that case, I'll show you what ancient killing array is!"

A furious voice came.

That's the voice of ziqianqiu.

The purple family emperor battle group of more than 1000 war emperors is now defeated in front of Han Yun's more than 500 death battle group, which makes Zi Qianqiu not angry.

"The emperor's battle group is ready, ancient kill array!"

"Boom..."

More than a thousand figures suddenly disappeared.

A layer of cold air came from the void. The junction of the ancient city desert and the ancient city of Xia seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud.

The killing came from the void.

"All gone?"

Yuan Yue was stunned when he looked at the missing disciples of more than 1000 huangzhe battle regiments.