Chapter 1687

I haven't finished what the eldest disciple of Tianyuan said.

In the misty smoke, there was a vague black shadow. With a hiss, the sound of tearing the air came from their ears.

Tianyuan three people just feel that the former flower, Mo Yan, who was trapped by them, appears in front of them.

In the vibration of the air tearing, Mo Yan's mouth is hooked with a casual smile, staring at them coldly.

The xuanlei whip in his hand waved fiercely, turned into three shadows, each carrying thunder, and smashed them on the head.

The cultivation has reached the Mo Yan of the upper realm of the purple dome period, and the speed has increased to a level beyond our expectation.

When the whip was about to reach the head, the three men in Tianyuan just noticed. Their faces changed greatly. In a hurry, they crossed their arms in front of the head and queen Cang retreated.

"Boom!"

The magic purple xuanlei whip fell heavily on the three people's crossed arms.

All of a sudden, three stuffy rings, neat rings, spin even if see the sky courtyard three people's faces suffused with a touch of cyan, almost uncontrollable back.

The three men stepped back nearly ten steps and were almost pushed out of the competition platform.

The footprints left a deep mark on the competition platform, and only then reluctantly took the blow of the strong in the purple dome period.

Feeling the numb arm of Mo Yan, a touch of shock appeared on their faces.

Can the upper realm of the purple dome period really hold down the middle realm and the lower realm of the three of them?

It's just a small stage away. Is the gap so big?

Seeing that Mo Yan's strength was so strong, he was defeated by one against three. On the contrary, he oppressed them. The three people in Tianyuan looked at each other and saw that they were timid.

Joint suppression can not be achieved, but also a whip to play timid.

Can the competition continue?

"Fight!"

The eldest disciple of Tianyuan clenched his teeth and gave a cold drink. The long gun in his hand was fierce, and a flame flickered and leaped at the tip of the gun.

Next to the first disciple of Tianyuan, the other two disciples hesitated a little. They also took out their own weapons to gather energy, and their internal cultivation was rapid.

Because of their reputation and arrogance, they didn't believe that they would be defeated by a young man with similar accomplishments.

If we say that the previous stunt of joining hands only used 70% or 80% of cultivation, at this stage, they can't choose to keep it.

As the thought settled down, the rich atmosphere of purple dome began to gush out of the two disciples.

After the previous rout, now they can only choose to fight back!

Mo Yan whipped the psychological defense line of the three, unexpectedly, did not choose to continue to attack.

Standing in front of the slowly burning red flame after the explosion, his face was cold and he slowly looked up at the three people in Tianyuan who were ready to die.

He didn't use burning Xi blue sword, because the current situation, with xuanlei whip, can better control the situation.

He took one of the three whips from xuanlei's whips, which was equivalent to only receiving more than 30% of his attacks.

This is intended to frighten the three people, the results look at their posture, did not intend to let him go, but also want to fight to kill him.

Then, there is no need to be lenient.

Deep dark eyes, no emotion, Mo Yan a whip, originally just thin thunder, suddenly began to slowly coarsen.