Chapter 1209

"The woman who dares to touch me, solo, you two want to die!"

At this moment, a long roar came over in the air, and then a figure came with the speed of shrinking into inches.

The fire hit him directly, and it didn't touch him.

It's solo!

He rushed into the flame. Before he arrived, the real Qi had already burst out. A big hand print of real Qi was like a meteor, slapping on the flame picture.

Under the hand print of Zhenqi, the magnificent picture of fire was shaken and could not bear the force.

Without the support of the picture of fire, the flames all over the sky dissipated in the void.

"Who dares to act wild in front of my su family!"

Suluo rushes to Su's house, and the long roar stops, but the echo bursts, and a strong breath diffuses from Suluo.

After seeing Su Luo's figure, Lin miaoyan and Xu Siying's delicate body trembled slightly, with a surprise on their faces.

They knew, they knew that solo would be fine.

How could these two get solo.

Now solo is back safe.

Looking at Suluo's back, the two women immediately fell on Suluo's arms and told her worries about the day. However, they knew that if they went up now, they would only become a burden to Suluo and even kill him.

The only thing they can do now is to look at solo and support him.

"Sulo, you little bastard, you are willing to come out at last. I see how you can run this time."

After Han Wuchen saw Suluo, he gnashed his teeth in hatred.

Yesterday's scene was a shame to them.

"run, do you think I can run this time? This time I'm here to take you on the road. "

Su Luo's eyes stare at He Bi ran and Han Wu Chen.

The killing is intended to brew in the heart.

All his anger cannot be hidden at this moment.

Whatever their identities are.

Both of them are going to die!

"Ha ha..."

Hearing this, Han Wuchen seemed to hear a big joke and burst out laughing. He looked at Suluo with gloomy eyes and said with a sneer: "boy, you are so big. Let me try. What ability do you have to kill us?"

Words fall, Han Wuchen did not hesitate, brazenly start.

His arm moved, and the sword soared. In the sharp roar, the sword in his hand was shining like the sun in the sky, towards Suluo.

"The sword runs in all directions!"

The sword Qi split in an instant and turned into the sword Qi all over the sky. It was like a raging wave.

"Well, it's vulnerable!"

Suluo didn't look. His whole body was stimulated by the real Qi. One after another, the whirlpool of air burst out in the air. In a moment, the countless sword Qi were sucked into the whirlpool. Between the twists, all of them were smashed, turned into nothingness, and dissipated in the air.

"Strike with the sword!"

On Han Wuchen's body, fierce sword Qi burst out again. All the sword Qi condensed and turned into the sharpest sword Qi. He killed Suluo again.

This sword is resolute, sharp, repressive and does not give people a chance to breathe.

In a flash, it takes lives.

But in the face of this ferocious blow, where Suluo stood, motionless, as real gold is not afraid of fire, the whole body momentum is more powerful.

All of a sudden, his five fingers open, when the first grasp, the huge vortex of Qi appears in the palm again, there are not too many moves, only a grasp in the air.

"Boom!"

He carried the whirlpool of Qi, and grasped the sword Qi fiercely with his five fingers. He only heard the wailing sound, and the sword Qi was crushed on the spot.

"What?"

Han Wuchen was shocked by this scene, and his face was scared to death. What did he see? His fierce sword Qi was crushed by Suluo's five fingers!

How could that be!

"Waste one, I said today is to send you on the road, do you think I'm joking with you?"

Su Luo smashed his sword Qi with five fingers and grabbed it in the air. A long black gun appeared in his hand. The deep devil breath of hell came out from the long gun and shocked the whole audience.

Without any scruples, he began to release the powerful power in his body and was ready to kill Han Wuchen completely.

"Come instead of being rude. You've made two moves, and then it's my turn to make the third move. I hope you can't stop it. If you can't stop it, you'll take my life."

Suluo roared and breathed. The spear of Hades was more than twice as concise as before. There was a dark golden texture on the whole body, and there was a trace of blood flowing on it.

No mistake. There's blood on this gun. It's blood in solo's body.He stimulates his own blood with Qi, and the long gun is no longer condensed by Qi, but a weapon between reality and nothingness, which comes from infernal hell and is a weapon of gods.

And sulo, this is a God with a magic weapon.

"Wheezing!"

When he was shot, there was a mysterious mystery.

It seems that the spear is not in this world, nor in this space, but out of a parallel unknown space-time.

Between the whistling sound, it was like crying. His long gun just flashed, almost reached Han Wuchen's face, and stabbed Han Wuchen's throat.

"What, how could that be?"

In the blink of an eye, the smile on Han Wuchen's face had already disappeared.

Instead, there is the color of fear that can't be covered.

How could that be!

It's only a day!

How can this boy's strength become so terrible!

In particular, this long gun above the continuous spread of music, let him feel his spirit is like being taken away from the general, the whole body can not move a cent.

At this moment, Han Wuchen's heart is full of imaginary fear!

In Han Wuchen's opinion, even if Suluo's talent is amazing, he can't be stronger.

Now, however, Han Wuchen finds himself wrong!

It's very wrong!

Suluo's fighting power is more powerful than those evil geniuses in the martial arts world, even three points stronger.

The great crisis broke out from the bottom of my heart. The endless chill from the gun of the hell makes people feel like falling into the ice cellar. The cold air pierces the heart and makes Han Wuchen's heart stop and his hands and feet cold.

Under the crisis, Han Wuchen feels as if he has stepped into the gate of hell, and may die at any time.

In front of the world seems to disappear, a long gun in his line of sight, constantly magnified.

The gun of Hades, with the breath of death, roars.

"No, you don't want to kill me. How can I lose to you? I don't believe it!"

Han Wuchen roars crazily. He runs his whole body Qi and bombards the hell god's gun desperately, hoping to block the way of the hell god's gun.