Chapter 4107

There may be thousands of people killed in this wave

Being able to mix here is basically the existence above the holy state, and even some are quasi demigods and even weak demigods.

On the outside, they are all the most powerful!

But here, they all turn into fly ash. For a time, it makes people feel rather sad.

When my thoughts were flying, the whole person looked stupid.

What you want to say and express, you can't do anything.

The picture in front of me was destroyed little by little.

Chrysanthemums are broken and wounded all over the ground!

Completely scared these people! I'm convinced! They will follow and surrender!

If not, these guys will still choose to keep pretending.

In this case, you can play with a hammer and it will be a wave of rolling!

Go up and do it!

Do as you should!

This must not be counselled!

Go to the end!

That's basically it.

Very real and appropriate!

Steady as an old dog! be as steady as mount tai!

In fact, at this time, it is a contest of high-end combat power.

At this time, in fact, the combat power of the supreme demigod realm can determine everything.

The two strong demigods of the protoss are probably equivalent to a normal extreme demigod combat power!

The absolute top demigod combat power of the protoss is almost equivalent to two ordinary absolute top demigod combat power.

In battle, protoss talent is too high.

If you don't admit it, you really can't.

People do have such confidence and strength!

Where are these placed? What about a hammer?

This wave is basically like this.

Gradually, all thoughts and ideas become numb.

The eyes flickered, and the corners of the mouth twitched to the extreme. The more you think about it, the more confused and unreal these thoughts in your mind!

Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!

It's a total mess!

……

Dark camp!

"Do you want to do it?"

"Kill the holy one of Shura! How about you and I jointly seize the God ladder?"

"That's what my big brother, the dark Pope, means!"

"Kill the Shura saint! Don't forget your identity! You are also a member of the dark temple!"

"It is your duty to safeguard the established interests of the dark temple!"

"Kill the Shura saint!"

"Talking to you!"

"Can you not always face us with this attitude?"

"Ah?"

"All the time, pretending to be deaf and dumb?"

"What do you think?"

"Can you stop pretending to be deaf and dumb?"

"Speak! Speak!"

The roar gradually showed in place, and the eyes slowly became extremely red!

The more I think about it, the more I feel crazy and painful!

For a time, I didn't know what to do!

Numb, this wave, completely numb.

It's nothing. Just follow it and show it.

The patience of the first-class saint of the dark temple has reached the limit!

But the dark temple, another first-class saint, was so indifferent to killing Shura from beginning to end,

Kill Shura and don't want to fight Fang fan.

He felt some affinity in Fang fan.

It feels like they belong to the same clan.

They should cater to each other!

In the heart, these thoughts and thoughts will exist unnaturally.

For a time, the picture in front of me was changing!

After killing Shura, he saw seven blood shuras in the blood Shura army behind Fang fan, and his heart trembled more and more.

"More pure Shura power!"

"These shuras may not have the same level and combat power as me, but... But I have to admit that they are very strong! They are really very strong!"

"This... This is not the same!"

"This kind of thing... This kind of thing must be stable... Must be stable!"

"Their Shura blood must be purer than me!"

"They are pure blood Shura!"

"The God of Shura once left a prophecy..."

"When you encounter pure blood Shura one day, you choose to serve without hesitation!"

"I can't do it without hesitation at the moment, but... But I can't choose to fight against pure blood shuras?"

"Yes... Yes, it is."

"This wave... Must... Must be suppressed! Must be suppressed."

The first-class saint of the dark temple killed Shura, grinding his teeth and trembling his lips. His thoughts surged into place in his mind, and then he spit out a mouthful of turbid Qi heavily.

The whole person has relaxed a lot at the moment.

At least... At least there won't be those feelings of stress.

Up and down, as secure as ever.

"Kill the Shura saint!"

"Do you play this dumb trick with me again?"

"How many times have I told you!"

"Kill the Shura saint!"

"I hope you don't do this again!"

"You must tell me about it!"

"Do you understand?"

The cold hum was in place, and the fierce color in the eyes gradually gathered in place, and the complexion became more and more gloomy.

Such feelings, more with whom to say.

It's nothing. It's everything.

Finally, it will come to an end!

At the very least, it is difficult to return to rationality in a real sense.

I can't.

Not at all.

Devil is already issuing an ultimatum!

Of course, such an ultimatum is nonsense for killing Shura.

He doesn't care at all.

What's the concern about this?

Huh?

Or it doesn't matter?

In my heart, it's numb, indifferent and silent.

For a moment, eyebrows rose and thoughts were oppressed little by little.

be as steady as mount tai! More to whom!

"Tell you?"

"Why?"

"Who are you?"

"Otherwise, a fight?"

"I'm too lazy to mind your shit, but you don't mind mine!"

"Our well water doesn't invade the river, otherwise, we'll break up."

"Just like the camp of light, it is not impossible to break directly."

"I think it's good, too."

"Otherwise, give it a try?"

Shashura put his hands around his chest and said something. He couldn't help showing a violent color on his face.

The soft is afraid of the hard, and the hard is afraid of the deadly.

This repeated cycle, gradually, has become what it is now.

At a glance, it feels like that.

Gradually, naturally, I don't know what to express.

The whole person, flying on the spot, everything in silence.

Safe as ever! Lose your composure!

The dark temple, the first class, the magic sky, is blush with the old face.

Son of a bitch!

It's blocked!

He has a hard heart!

Then subconsciously stood up and breathed frantically, with complex and abrupt expressions!

But... But for a moment, it was like a vented temper. Suddenly, it was out of breath.

The whole person appears and exalted, and looks like he can't lift up his spirit.

Gradually numb on the spot, nothing.

The whole person, as always, is suffering and painful!

Damn bastard!

They're all doing evil!

Kill Shura!

one fine day! I will make you pay the price!