Chapter 1022

When one man is in charge, ten thousand can't open!

The body of Jinlian Buddha is like an ancient general guarding the border. The enemy who killed him was frightened and did not dare to cross the border.

In front of me are banners and white bones, behind me is the prosperous hometown!

There is a strong sense of contrast.

All the warriors in China are very excited. In fact, during this period, the Western saints led their own forces to offend China one after another. Even the Chinese immortals were very weak and could only sign vows to restrain these saints.

Now there is a strong return of genius, all this will be smashed.

We have powerful strength and bloody reality to tell this group of Western saints what is "Great China, is it barbarians' land"?

However, the faces of these Western saints are ugly.

It was like being slapped hard, and there was a burst of anger in his eyes.

"Well! What a bully. "

"Next, should we be awed by your hegemony and submit to you?"

"If you are arrogant, everyone will say it. It depends on whether you have the ability."

The blood saints, the saints of the Western holy city, and the saints of the werewolf clan all laughed loudly, and the coldness in their eyes became more and more intense.

Jinlian Buddha's eyes directly fixed on them: "finally, let me remind you."

His eyes immediately rested on the saint of the Dragon hall.

"I'll only kill him. You can let bygones be bygones."

"There is only one chance. I hope you will cherish it."

In these words, the truth revealed is not half arrogant. But it's more infuriating than arrogance. It's a naked disregard. A group of Western saints are furious.

The holy one of the holy hall sneered: "I'm waiting for you to kill me. I'm afraid you can't reach me."

With three points of ridicule, seven points of calm.

With so many Western saints present, the saints in Longtang have no worries.

These saints are all old saints who have already broken through before the earth's aura recovers. Although previously shackled by heaven and earth, but in the realm of saints also polished out a very deep foundation.

After the recovery of the aura of heaven and earth, it has accumulated a lot and is out of control.

The blood Saint broke through the middle period of the earth immortal.

Jinlian Buddha shook his head, and a sense of killing appeared in his eyes. Since these people want to die so much, they should be completely satisfied.

An invisible aura is released, enveloping the whole world and spreading to all directions.

Jinlian Buddha goes straight to the saint of dragon hall.

Yes, just go.

Boom!

The evil spirit diffuses, the evil king body opens!

With one eye, the moon of blood appeared at the same time. The breath of killing, tyranny and bloodthirsty condensed, and turned into a strong and irreducible oppression, and went straight to the saints of the saints in the Western holy city.

"The armor of the light!"

"The sword of sanctions!"

The holy light on the saints of the Western holy city is surging and dazzling, which condenses a shining armor.

A broad sword appeared in his hand.

A sacred breath, sent out.

The saints of the Western holy city shake their arms and come out with a sword of holy light.

Jinlian Buddha stretched out his palm and threw it out with a slap.

A face to face, Shengguang sword gas annihilation.

The sword of sanctions is broken.

Together with the armor of the light, it is also a burst. The saint of the Western holy city, like a child, is slapped by an adult, with a bloodstain on his body, flying out.

The body of Jinlian Buddha still goes to the saint of Longtang, and the terrible pressure comes.

At last, the saints of the West look dignified.

In the body of Jinlian Buddha, they feel the danger. Especially the blood clan, the saint of the middle period of the earth immortal, has a jump of eyelids.

A look of shock.

Although I don't know why this young and shameful younger generation has such a strong prestige.

But intuition tells him that if he wants to stop Jinlian Buddha from going to the Dragon hall saint, he may have to pay a great price.

So he stepped back with the saints of the Western holy city and the werewolf.

"You The Dragon hall saint's face changed dramatically, and he looked unbelievable.

His allies abandoned him. What made him angry most was that he didn't take his life as a matter at all.

It's like a lion who meets a tiger in the jungle and wants to snatch his prey.

When weighing the pros and cons, choose to give up their prey.

Pure is not the same level of existence.

The face of the saint of the Dragon hall is very changeable. Suddenly, the fierce light in his eyes soars, and the magic power comes out. A dragon song resounds, and the power of the earth immortal spreads out.

It is nothing in the eyes of Jinlian Buddha that can frighten the Chinese warriors.In a flash, the body of Jinlian Buddha stretched out a finger.

In a flash, everything was quiet.

Only the sound of the Yangtze river rushing.

The power of Longyin and Dixian dissipates.

There is a blood hole in the chest of the saint of the Dragon hall, overflowing with blood. One centimeter from the heart, or he will fall.

It's more terrible than breaking his heart.

This shows that the young man's control of power has reached a level of perfection.

Without any hesitation, the saint of the Dragon hall roared. It seemed that the Dragon roared for a long time, from long to high.

The water of the Yangtze River surges and bursts into waves.

A hundred meter water dragon, lowering its head, looks at the body of Jinlian Buddha, then bends down and impacts.

Boom!

Golden Lotus Buddha body scorns a smile, in the pupil of the moon, shoots out a piece of blood light.

All 100 meter water jets, blow them up.

The saint of the Dragon hall was really frightened. His card was nothing in front of Jinlian Buddha. A sense of oppression from the soul level made him understand that he was not an opponent and decided to retreat.

"Hum, boy, we'll have...

before the last word is spoken, it suddenly stops, a dull hum rings out, and then a terrible cry comes out.

It's like hitting an iron wall and getting a concussion.

Then the space began to shrink, as if it had been squeezed. Even the four limbs, bones and viscera of the saints of the Dragon hall are distorted and deformed into Mahua.

Every inch of capillaries are bleeding beads.

"What kind of magic power is this?"

"Spare my life --"

the saint of dragon hall only had time to make the last sound of begging for mercy, and his body was directly squeezed into a ball of blood cells, and then exploded completely in the ring fingers of Jinlian Buddha.

This scene, like an artist finishing a work of art, is very beautiful.

But it's a fear from the bottom of the soul.

"Next, it's your turn."

"As I said, there's only one chance, but you know you don't cherish it --"

the Jinlian Buddha turned around, looked at the blood saint, the werewolf saint and the saint of the Western holy city, and said coldly, "are you coming one by one?"

"Or together?"