Chapter 2612

"Twenty years is far from enough ~"

when he heard these words, people around him all nodded and agreed. Obviously, they all thought that the king of India burned the sky and left his hand.

"Lord of heaven!"

"No more hands."

"If we drag on, those who are strong in the summer will probably arrive."

"If you are late, you will change ~"

"please kill the child in the hot summer with the force of thunder

...

"please, Lord Tianwang, kill that young generation in the hot summer

Behind him, Rallow and others anxiously urged, and repeatedly called respectfully.

Whew ~

however, as soon as the voice of ralow fell, a strong wind swept through.

Then, just in that anxious and pressing Rallow and others, they were hit in the chest by this momentum, and directly vomited blood and flew out.

"If you don't want to die, just shut up!"

The gloomy sound of anger, like thunder, exploded in the forest here.

No one can understand the mood of the king of India at this time.

Anger, tremor, surprise, doubt and impatience ~

all kinds of emotions are filled with burning heart.

At this time, burning the sky was already upset, and Ralo and they were shouting like idiots. It's strange that the burning sky is not angry.

After a long time, he became angry.

All of them were silent. Even the Indian strongmen like ralow were too scared to breathe for fear of provoking the two "immortals" in front of them.

However, Ye Fan and Huotian, after a short battle, ushered in a temporary truce.

Burning sky raised his head and looked at the front coldly with gloomy eyes.

At this time, there is no doubt that there is no previous contempt and contempt for ye fan, some, only iron like dignified color.

"Good."

"Young man, you have succeeded in arousing my desire to fight."

"Although you have blocked the first wave of the king's attack, don't be too happy."

"The encounter just now was just an appetizer."

"The next thing is the main course."

As soon as the king of India's words fell, he only heard a loud noise.

Then, under the Tianhe River, a seven foot long sword appeared in the hands of King Yin.

In the strong wind, the king of India holds a long sword and treads on heaven and earth.

The sound of gangsters, if only from the eternal flood, resounds from all directions.

"Young generation, eat me!"

Whoosh ~

the long knife tears the void, and the green awn cuts through the long sky.

On the isolated island, burn the sky, wave ten knives in a second, and cut the four sides with one knife.

Just in an instant, the fierce force of the sword is like a storm, and it cuts down towards Ye Fan.

"Is that it?"

Facing the so-called main dish of burning the sky, Ye Fan still looks calm, even shakes his head and laughs.

Whoosh ~

the next moment, Ye Fan also moved.

The body is like a phantom, as fast as streamer.

If we say that the overwhelming sword light is a storm.

And ye fan at the moment is undoubtedly a boat under the wind and rain.

Let the wind and rain hit him, but he did not move.

Let ten thousand flowers fall, his leaves do not touch the body.

He is the winged seagull in the storm, the thunder of snobbish sky in the dark night.

He's electricity. He's light.

It's the ghost on the island.

In the end, who could have thought that none of the more than a thousand swords from burning the sky could be killed by him.

"This ~"

"this ~ this ~"

"is this still a human being?"

The world is quiet.

All of us are in the same place, in the mind, there is only endless shock and panic.