Chapter 17 Overlord

"Despicable? You are so stupid! The collision with your gas machine is a signal, and the boy fought against the bull just to delay the time. Didn't you see such a simple plan? You have lived for so many years!"

Brutal's vicious sarcasm made Monta's face turn pale and extremely angry, and his voice was extremely cold: "Do you want to fight? If you are not afraid of destroying the cow demon family, the old man will accompany you. Although my old bones are a little rotten, it is still possible to bury one or two people on the verge!"

"Hahaha! Are you trying to scare us?" The whole body exuded light gold, with muscle knots on his body, and the strong golden ancestor laughed wildly, and his expression was full of unscrupulous disdain.

The ancestor of the blood clan is a slender, thin and resolute middle-aged man. A blood river looms in the space under his feet, making a splash of water from time to time, which looks extremely strange.

In the black robe shrouded by the shadow ancestor, the breath is ethereal and elusive. A cold light, only the thumb-thick software was held by him. The sharp breath hurt people's eyes, and the blood and evil spirit soared to the sky. I don't know how many people killed by this sharp blade will reveal such momentum.

Looking at the fierce and warlike appearance of the crowd, Montaigne's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. He knows that today's war is inevitable.

He is not afraid of war, but worried about the safety of Jiang Ming and others.

"Let's fight! How long has it been since I fought? How long has it been since I was so excited!"

Man Yin's body trembled and looked indescribably excited. I don't know how many years, no one in this southern wilderness can make him fight without hesitation. Now when he encounters this opportunity, he feels that his blood is beginning to boil and almost burn.

The ancestors of the film clan didn't say a word, but there was only an unconcealed murderous intention. The shadow patriarch who has just been killed by Montaigne is his favorite grandson.

The endless blood river under the blood patriarch slowly expanded, like a red ribbon, interspersing and solidifying the surrounding layers of space, which is completely isolated from the outside world in an instant.

A bright golden light bloomed on the body of the golden ancestor's body. The horrible fist was enough to penetrate the sky and crack the surrounding space with one blow. Then Barbarian leaned out his big hand and showed a strange force enough to pull up the mountain and fill the sea to drag the space and swept to an unknown place.

All this happened with lightning, and Montaigne's face changed greatly. These people work together to transfer him to another space at the same time. They are so prepared that once they let their hands, they may not even have a chance to resist.

"You don't think about it!"

Montaigne changed color and roared loudly. His body was full of amazing momentum, and a bright silver light burst out of crutches in his hand, turning into a silver spear.

He made a stir-fried bean-like explosion all over his body, and a trace of green fog overflowed from his pores. Then the wrinkles on his face quickly disappeared, and his thin body gradually filled up, and his dull white hair became full and turned into brilliant silver.

"Do you think the burning life can survive this? It's useless. You will die today!" Man Yin said it, but the movements in his hand did not stop.

Boom!

Monty hit, and the bright silver grabbing light was like a silver dragon with teeth and claws, carrying the terrible power of tearing the sky and earth to the sky.

Hang!

The ancestor of the film clan appeared beside Montaigne in an instant, with a tricky, vicious and vicious stabbing. Montaigne's color changed, and he waved silver to block the final blow.

The voice of the ancestor of the shadow clan was hoarse and obscure, which sounded extremely harsh: "It's useless. You will die today!"

"I will pull you to bury you even if you die!" Montaigne sneered. He even burned a few lives. What else does he care about?

The roots of Mengtian's silver-white hair turned upside down and turned into long horses, sharp but lingering to surround the head of the shadow clan.

!

The sharp blade in the hands of the ancestor of the shadow clan waved out and hit a bright long rainbow, smashing those practice-like hairs.

Boom!

Seizing this opportunity, Montaigne went up against the sky, and the silver spear pierced the thigh of the shadow clan chief with a "bang". The head of the shadow clan made a muffled hum, broke his leg without hesitation, and disappeared into the void. When he stood up again, the leg grew again, but the breath was a little weaker, and the light on the sharp blade in his hand was not so bright.

When the golden ancestor saw that the shadow ancestor had been invalidated, as if he had seen something pleasant, he laughed twice and teased, "Old ghost, you actually suffered a loss, hey hey hey! I'll help you!"

Tear!

The golden ancestor punched out, tore the space, and instantly appeared behind Montaigne.

Montaigne was sweating all over, his hair flew, and he fought so hard that he went crazy.

It was almost only a momentary confrontation, which made him feel great pressure. None of these old monsters that have been cultivated for countless years are fuel-efficient lamps.

At the moment of crisis, Montaigne's body was as slippery as a loach, and plunged into the void with an extremely strange and unruly figure, as if the void was a pool of water.

Bum!

The golden ancestor punched emptyly, with a depressed face, looked at Montaigne who came out of the void again fiercely and said, "You run very fast, but that's all! Next, you can wait to die!"

By this time, everyone has moved to another space. This is an endless desert. Looking around, it is golden and there are few creatures.

Montmont was upside down. He felt four strands of terrible air lock himself. One by one, they were going to kill himself.

"Do you really want to fight for life and death today? Even if I die, it will be a situation of both defeats at most!"

Monty said that at the last moment, he didn't want to fight to the death, hoping to move everyone. He was not afraid of death, but pushed the changeless demon clan to the forefront after this war. If the changeable demon clan must have the disaster of extinction after his death, this is what he does not want to see.

"Today, either you die or I die!" The ancestor of the shadow clan's voice was obscure. Montaigne first killed his grandson and then beheaded him, which was an endless hatred.

"At this point, is there any room for redemption?" Man Yin sneered: "That boy is a big treasure. How can we let it go so easily? We don't want to wait for hundreds of years to see a few old antiques in your changeable succubus clan, and reign over the whole southern wilderness!"

"Then don't say, kill!"

Montmont rushed up with a roar, his eyes were blood red, and the strong murderousness shook the sky. Since this has been said, there is no room for negotiation. The only thing I can do is to do my best to let them take heavy damage. Hundreds, or even thousands of years, can't be born, in exchange for a glimmer of vitality for the changeable succubus family.

"Kill!"

Man Yin and others killed the sky, and their eyes were full of coldness and ruthlessness, and the killing skills seemed to be free of charge.

Montian's notific posture contained the power to make everyone tremble. He swamated among the people with a wonderful body. The blood river at the feet of the blood ancestor he killed was dim, the indestructible body of the golden ancestor collapsed, and the whole chest of the bull was pierced by him. If it hadn't been for the huge body of the bull and demon family, it would have been difficult to find the position of the heart, and the bull might have died.

However, the situation of being besieged by the dead is even worse.

His body was blown up several times and reorganized, and the silver gun in his hand was broken. His whole body was dim, his breath was weak, and a trace of wrinkled and slowly emerged like bark... In fact, none of the ancestors of the four clans were not weaker than Montaigne's strength, but they had scruples and failed to fight to the death like Montage. If they can be bolder, Montaigne can't hold on for so long, let alone kill them so awkwardly.

"If I don't destroy the changeable demon clan, how can I relieve my hatred? Kill!"

The golden ancestor was aggrieved, his forehead was blue, and finally couldn't bear to kill him. His fists are magnificent, shocking, and make people tremble.

However, when he saw the golden ancestor rushing over, Montaigne was not surprised, but showed a happy face and a slight sneer at the golden ancestor.

"It's not good!"

The golden ancestor suddenly changed color and felt an ominous taste.

Boom!

In an instant, Montaigne's body burst into a burst of bright light, like a star, and then an extreme force swept through the heaven and earth. The golden patriarch's body was blown apart and incomplete on the spot.

"Ah~~~"

The golden ancestor's eyes were full of fear and shouted sadly. Seeing the bright aftershocks of energy sweeping towards his remnants, he could do nothing, which made the golden ancestor despair to the extreme.

Boom!

Suddenly, a shocking and terrible pressure appeared here.

As soon as this breath appeared, the space was stagnant due to great pressure, as if it had solidified. Montaigne's self-destruct was also crushed.

Everyone has changed color, and they are not shocked. But before they could reflect, they were dragged by an irresistible huge force, and a flower appeared in another scene in front of them.

In the cow demon tribe.

A figure in a green robe suddenly appeared.

Then, the figures of Montaigne appeared, all stained with blood and embarrassed.

Who is the senior? Why interfere with our battle?"

The ancestors of the four clans changed their invincible appearance. In the face of this figure shrouded in green robes, they were like children who respected their teachers, and trembled all over.

This figure is not strong, but in the eyes of everyone, it is like an unreachable ancient mountain, magnificent and suppressing heaven and earth.

As soon as he appeared, the space of this area seemed to have a stagnation under the majestic majesty. A cluster of extremely strong strength of heaven and earth automatically converged together, turning into a strong practice and penetrating into the body of the figure of the green robe. It seems that the aura trembles with his strength and automatically submits to him.

The man in green robe slowly raised his head and opened his eyes.

This is a pair of extremely noble eyes, with sharp and golden light, like two high-hanging tomorrows; the eyes reveal an ancient and desolate taste, full of countless vicissitudes.

Seeing these different, epic eyes, Jiang Ming's pupils suddenly shrank and shrank into the size of a needle tip. A trace of fear flashed from the depths of his eyes and shouted, "Is it you?"

The comer is actually the fierce beast, the fierce beast overlord who really brings Jiang Ming an irresistible feeling.