Chapter 212 The Last Horn

Even with Li Rumeng's calmness now, he still couldn't help changing his face. A kind of anger and uneasiness appeared at the same time, secretly saying:

"Daw, damn it! Unexpectedly, I was fooled by these destroyers, and it's so terrible. Now, I don't have to say anything about defeating the destroyer. I'm afraid that all of us can't escape!"

At this moment, the tough man known as the leader laughed excitedly and arrogantly. After seeing the uneasiness and anger on Li Rumeng's face, he seemed to feel extremely happy. He stretched out a thick finger, pointed to Li Rumeng's nose, and laughed wildly, "What's wrong? I'm scared! Haha, the leader of the original insurgents was just a soft egg. Before the fight, he was shrugged off!"

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and an angry light burst out of Li Rumeng's eyes. His body moved slightly, as if he was about to attack the laughing guy in an instant.

"Hey! Soft egg, why, you can't even be angry, hey hey! That's right, that's right. That's what it looks like. If you don't even dare to be angry, then you will disappoint the leader!" At this moment, the leader of the Destroyer laughed a few times and said with a ferocious face. An extremely ferocious momentum emanated from this person, which was like a wave, sweeping everything.

Suddenly shocked by this ferocious breath, Li Rumeng woke up a little, secretly suppressed her anger and uneasiness, and gradually calmed down. She stared at the leader and said in a low voice, "Who is coming? Report your name quickly, otherwise after a moment, don't blame me if you become a fool!"

"Hey hey! Your life is not guaranteed, and you dare to talk nonsense here! However, you are right. If the leader doesn't tell you his life, you don't even know who to die! Listen, my leader's name is Yuanmeng. When you die, don't forget that you died in my Yuanmeng's hands, and it's your greatest glory to die in my hands!" The leader said with a proud look.

"Would you like to kill me? It depends on whether you have this ability or not! Come on, let me see how many pounds you have, how dare you boast so much!" Li Rumeng waved her arm gently and looked at Yuan Meng with a little contempt.

Yuan Meng shook his head gently, sneered and said, "You? You are not my opponent! You don't have the right to let me take action at all." He waved his hand gently behind him. Four destroyers in bright silver armor who followed him immediately came out, and then said, "If you want me to take action, then defeat my men first!"

Yuan Meng said in a low voice to the four people who came out, "Go and abolish this rebel!"

"Yes! Commander!" The four destroyers in bright silver armor bowed and answered, and then walked towards Li Rumeng step by step at the same pace. At each step, a trace of black fog appeared on their feet. When they took more than ten steps, a dark cloud appeared on their heads.

As soon as the Qingyun appeared, a breath of destruction, chaos and killing flowed out crazily, locked on Li Rumeng from afar, and then shouted violently and disappeared in an instant.

When they reappeared, the four people were already ten meters away from Li Rumeng. They waved their fists and hit Li Rumeng's head, chest and abdomen and other key points. Just for a moment, the four people punched an unknown number of punches, completely blocking Li Rumeng's surroundings.

"Looking for death!" Li Rumeng's eyes were full of cold light, and she did not perform any wonderful martial arts moves. She simply made a fist on each side, and in an instant, she broke and dissipated all the countless fists that hit her. Moreover, the power of these four fists did not decrease at all, and she directly hit the four masters who had knotted Qingyun.

From the knot of Qingyun to the manifestation of the vision, although it is only a step away, there is a huge difference in strength. Qingyun is only the extremely condensed after the warrior transforms the vitality in his body into divine power, and it is still only the power of the warrior himself.

If the martial artist who has formed Qingyun wants to evolve a vision, then he needs to condense his martial arts spirit to the limit. He can enter the Tao with martial arts and feel the trajectory of a little power of the law, so as to transform his Qingyun into a resonance with the law of heaven and earth, and evolve his own vision.

Although the strong people who evolved from Qingyun still cannot directly use the power of the law, their vision is the closest thing to the law, and it can even be said that it is a special and fixed form directly manifested by the law virtualized with their own martial arts spirit. Therefore, the master who evolved the vision, even if it moves at will, is secretly in line with the veins of heaven and earth, and even faintly borrows the power of the silk law. Even if it is just a move, it is extremely terrible.

It is precisely because of this that even if he is besieged by four top masters who have knotted Qingyun, Li Rumeng punched four fists at will. There is a faint strange fluctuation on this fist, which seems to be the pulse of heaven and earth, which coincides with everything between heaven and earth. An inexplicable power flows on Li Rumeng's fist, which is faintly with a little legal nature. , with a little original atmosphere.

It's just four punches. Li Rumeng scattered the fists all over the sky and flew out of the top master of Qingyun. However, these four people must be extraordinary. They used Qingyun to protect their bodies in time, but they were not hurt.

"Dead!" Li Rumeng shouted violently, stepped out, and appeared beside a top master. His palm suddenly doubled and patted the top of the man's head. If it was real, even if this person used Qingyun to protect himself, he would inevitably die.

At this moment, a strong force like Tianwei broke out in the distance and hit Li Rumeng in an instant from the air. It was the sudden attack of dozens of top masters around Yuan Meng. When they saw their companions, they were about to be killed, and immediately joined hands to attack Li Rumeng.

In an instant, a green light flashed faintly on Li Rumeng's back, and then he flew out and was hit hundreds of meters by the unimaginable force. He hit the ground heavily. After rolling a few laps, he finally stopped. Li Rumeng couldn't help opening her mouth and spitting out a trace of blood, and had already suffered some serious injuries.

"Haha! Rebel, you can't even win my group of men, and you still want to fight with me! Soldiers, go ahead, kill, kill all the rebels, and leave no one!" Yuan Meng, the leader of the destroyer, laughed crazily. His voice resounded through the world, and the torrent of steel turned into countless destroyers responded and quickly rushed towards the primitive army.

"It's over! This is really over! The master was besieged by thirty top masters who made up Qingyun. It seems that he can't protect himself. Now that the countless destroyers are launched, how can I get out? Not this time, I'm going to die here, right?" Wu Hao stood in a daze, even countless destroyers were getting closer and closer. He didn't seem to see that his mind was all attracted by the battle between Li Rumeng and the whole thirty top masters of Qingyun.

Once Li Rumeng and this group of top masters fight, it is simply terrible to the extreme. A kind of spiritual pressure oppresses everyone's hearts. That is the whole 30 Qingyun-level martial arts fists. This fists are crisscrossed in the void, and it seems to turn into substance and evolve into a real field of destruction. Li Rumeng was shrouded in it, and in an instant, he was completely at a downfall and was suppressed to fight.

Even Wu Hao, a master of half-step immortals, was in a trance, not to mention those primitive warriors. When the thirty immortals who formed a celebration burst out, they were affected by the aftermath of a wave of fists and almost dissipated directly and died on the spot. There was no combat effectiveness. One by one, they can barely support the body.

"Wow....................."

At this moment, there was a loud sound of loud horn in the scattered primitive army. If you look carefully, you will find that in the depths of the primitive army, several immortal masters held huge horns one after another, violently consuming the vitality in the body into divine power to blow the horn in their hands.

On the edge of these immortals, there are also several old priests who keep chanting mysterious spells, making gestures one after another, performing mysterious witchcraft, and the witch charms are manifested out of thin air, and they are on those horns one after another.

The sound of the horn is very special, like substance, spreading in the air like a water wave, and then going straight into the void, I don't know where it is.

At the moment when the horn sounded, when the sound of the horn fell into the void, infinity, the bodies of many priests in countless tribes shook gently at the same time, listening to something carefully, and exclaimed one after another: "It's the last horn!"