026 old resentment

I thought that this palm could get everything, but I didn't think about it. A golden light suddenly appeared in front of Yang Zifan, which made him really stagnate and listened: "Break." The same sound echoed in the thick black fog.

Yang Zifan was cold and was defeated. In the broken word Zhen*, his whole body was instantly lost. His pink fist under the golden light of the masonde appeared again and punched Yang Zifan's chest. Yang Zifan tried his best to gather the only remaining green lotus spirit on his body surface and block it in front of his chest.

"Bang."

It was crisp, and the residual green lotus spirit was not the opponent of Li Hentian. He punched his chest firmly. Yang Zifan looked up to the sky and sprayed a mouthful of blood and was hit in the air. Li Hentian sneered and said, "Today, you can only die."

He was surprisingly fast and instantly appeared behind Yang Zifan, who was blown away. He raised his hand and chopped behind Yang Zifan. Yang Zifan was hit the ground like a sandbag. Then he disappeared and fell to the ground first, lifting his feet, kicking diagonally, and hitting Yang Zifan's head.

Yang Zifan was continuously bombarded by a huge force and hit a pile of stalagmites. The stalagmites were shattered by the residual force. He lay on the ground and lost consciousness all over his body. The heart of Jiuye Qinglian in his body was even more depressed. He stared ahead with his eyes open.

Just now, he didn't even have a chance to start the Qingluan fairyland, but he was hit by the magic formula, and his whole body was really distracted.

Li Hentian rubbed his hands and smiled, "I have the divine eye to see through the world. The world's magic knows the past at a glance. After all, the gap between you and me is too big." He took a step forward.

"Purmon" under his feet sounded crisply, as if stepping on something. Yang Zifan's eyes opened wide and bowed his head from the hate sky. He saw a jade hairpin stepped on twice by himself. He picked it up curiously and looked up and saw Yang Zifan's extremely angry face, as well as the tears in his eyes. His black eyes turned. He suddenly realized: "It turned out to be hers The broom is bloodthirsty, but it's a pity that it's broken. Don't you still have a colorful feather? Don't be so sad." He casually threw the broken bloodthirsty cupcer into the dark, and the warning sound of the jade falling to the ground was remembered again.

The voice deeply shook Yang Zifan's heart. He closed his eyes silently, and tears couldn't stop flowing down. The last hope was destroyed by him. Yang Zifan has always believed that Qinglin is still alive. The only reason is on the bloodthirsty Hairpin. Due to the immortal spell, the bloodthirsty Hairpin will die. Come and think that the bloodthirsty spin is still broken, which means that Qinglin is still alive. He has always regarded the bloodthirsty head as close to his life and hung it on his chest with the Holy Dragon Order, and he did not even dare to put it in the nameless ring.

I didn't think it was bombarded by this beast today and deliberately trampled off by him. The unstoppable pain entangled his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked angrily at the hatred that had already walked in front of him. Jiuye Qinglian felt his pain and tried to turn it, but it was so powerless.

Li Hate looked ferociously at Yang Zifan lying on the ground. The huge eyes behind him slowly rose, and the darkness began to twist. He wrapped it forward and wanted to swallow Yang Zifan.

At this moment, a dark shadow appeared behind Li Hentian like a ghost. Li Hentian did not notice it at all. A scarlet knife flashed in the dark and quietly plunged into Li Hentian's back.

Green blood gushed out, leaving the hateful sky "Ah!" With a cry of pain, countless black tentacles stretched out and threw the man behind him out. He was furious: "Who are you? How dare you hurt me?"

The shadow rolled twice on the ground and stood up again. He looked at Yang Zifan, who was depressed on the ground, waved a scratch on his arm, and scarlet blood splashed and fell on the knife.

"It's you, Cang Longzi." Li Hantian stared angrily, and even the giant eyes behind him began to tremble with anger.

"There is Yuanyang in my blood. Water." He picked up the long knife stained with blood, and the scarlet blood emitted a little golden light in the night.

"You want to die." Li Hantian hesitated for a moment and laughed and said, "You coward, you think Yuanyang. Can water deal with me now?" The darkness around began to surge again, and there seemed to be countless invisible tentacles shaking in the fog.

Cang Longzi looked alin and saw something strange: "Did you use his body?"

"You have a good guess." The wound behind the hate sky began to heal at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye. The surging tentacles retracted their bodies: "You have drunk Yuanyang. Water, but the cultivation of the disaster period can't be used here, and I will kill you today.

As he finished speaking, he appeared beside Cang Longzi, once again simulated the broken formula of Yang Zifan's new meeting, and shouted softly, "Break." As if he had been hit hard, he hit his body with another slap. Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground by a huge force, his knees were broken, and he fell into a pool of blood, like a pile of mud, without humming.

Li Hentian looked at the dragon on the ground with laughter, grabbed the knife in his hand and raised it.

"Hey, your opponent is me."

Yang Zifan's voice appeared at the right time. Li Hantian let go of Cang Longzi, turned around and looked at him in surprise, and stood up again. Yang Zifan said, "Even the power of my punch can't stand even ordinary scattered immortals. I didn't expect you to stand up, but do you still have the ability to fight?"

Yang Zifan's body was down. He shook his head hard, trying to make his bloated eyes see more clearly, and the corners of his mouth smiled indifferently: "Wight or not is not what you said."

Before the voice fell, it had appeared beside Li Hentian. Li Hentian was shocked, and his huge eyeballs surged. Yang Zifan shouted fiercely, "Yes." Half of the cultivation of the whole body dissipated in an instant, and the hatred was motionless. Another formula of breaking the divine formula was used, which almost cost half of the true element in Yang Zifan's body. He pulled out the thousand-year-old iron pine, and the formula lasted almost a second, but everything became a fore because of this second.

Yang Zifan turned all his anger into this Optimus Prime stick: "Go to hell!" The thousand-year-old iron pine hit Li Hentian, and Li Hentian can also be turbulent at the same time, but it's too late.

He looked at this scene in horror, and the eyes in the virtual shadow rotated quickly, but it was useless.

"Boom." Combined with the power of Yang Zifan's whole body, the fire of the green lotus instantly turned purple-blue, and the thousand-year-old iron wood pine fell on the body of Li Hate. The ground was shattered by huge power, and the purple-blue flame burned.

"Impossible, impossible." Li Hentian still doesn't believe in this matter, and he doesn't believe that he will lose if he is full of chances of winning. But he really lost. Yang Zifan picked up Cang Longzi with his last bit of strength and flashed to the distance.

The flame rose to the sky, and the humanoid body burst into the sky. Countless souls burst into the sky and were burned into ashes by the purple flame. The flame burned bigger and bigger. The black eyes reluctantly looked around for the last time and fell into the flame. Then the whole dark area began to vibrate violently, and the flying tentacles withered and broke, and the pupes howled.

The huge stalagmite around Yang Zifan collapsed. He sat on the ground without resistance. The stalagmites fell down. Two figures appeared in the shaking darkness. A golden armored warrior suddenly appeared even if he waved a knife to smash the falling huge stalagmites, and then disappeared and invisible, followed by a red figure. He appeared beside Yang Zifan and carried him on his back, but it seemed that he didn't have much strength. The dragon on the ground could not be pulled up. He scolded impatiently, "Luo Shangshang, come here quickly."

Luo Shangshang appeared awkwardly not far away. The tender yellow palace uniform on his body was broken in many places, revealing the snow-white skin with many abrasions on his body. His face was haggard. He said to the man not far away: "Si Nan Xiaoxiao, I don't have the strength. That girl is too difficult to deal with."

Si Nan shook Yang Zifan in his arms and tried to wake him up, but with no effect. The huge and strange plant in the dark area began to fall down, and the vibration became more and more violent, and the whole space seemed to collapse.

He looked at the falling stalagmites in all directions and complained, "Grandma's legs, but at this time, she has no strength."

Luo Shangshang finally rushed over breathlessly. Both of them consumed Zhenyuan in their bodies because of the war just now. Si Nanxiao took out seven sets of elixir and wanted to swallow it, but was snatched by Luo Shangshang: "Do you think this thing can be refined casually? There are only a few in the world of immortals.