Chapter 75 Overlord

Overlord

The angry body muttered, "Fu Lie, my brother, I'm sorry for you." After a pause, he said, "The art of light, I have passed it on to my daughter."

Fu Zhen's face flashed angrily and snorted coldly, "Well, it's someone else's thing, but it's shameless to privately pass on the children."

He was not angry. He smiled and looked at the blood explosion. The blood explosion smiled at him indifferently and said to the humane with black bat wings on his head: "Ear Dark Li, night." He nodded angrily.

Blood explosion continued to introduce: "The elder Huo Li, the fire, the elder Jin Li, Mo Tiefeng, the Mu Li elder, the bow extraordinary--" the explosion interrupted angrily, "Is it that you hurt the nameless?"

Gong Fanfan smiled and said, "It's right here." The corners of his angry mouth pulled slightly and said, "Good archery!" I'm flattered."

"Ege Tuli, Huang Qianhou, Elder Shuili, drink." The remaining two looked at the anger and snorted coldly, and the anger only glanced at them, as if they didn't pay attention to them at all.

"Thirty years ago, Fu Lie and I were brothers, but now we want to take action with his son. This is not the true intention of the emperor." The words turned around, and his face was cold with anger: "But you Jiuli people don't pay much attention to my anger, blocked the news of my Bofang and the outside world, and killed countless people in Kuizhou, and now they have come to my palace. It's really hard to get rid of my hatred if I don't destroy you today."

The explosion of anger shocked, and in an instant, it changed from a peaceful middle-aged man to a powerful 'god', and even the nameless one who was selected a hundred feet away in the rear could clearly feel it.

Blood explosion and several other elders were careless. They only swept their eyes coldly to the anger: "Let's do it. We haven't done it for a long time. Today, we can move our muscles and bones."

He was furious and laughed angrily: "I really don't know where you came from. I can't help but admire these high courage."

At this time, Unknown and Qingjia also saw from afar that the bow almost stood at the end of many people. It was strange that with the amazing cultivation of the bow, they would stand to the end. Is it possible that these people are all better than him? The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became. He didn't care about his uncame injury. He put his toes and looked over there, trying to look more carefully.

Between the explosion and the blood explosion, there was still a distance of no less than ten feet. Suddenly, the scenery in the field changed, and the blurred blood slowly roared in a whirlpool. The low voice became louder and louder, and the sense of depression came out little by little, attacking the explosion and the ancient hegemony army.

"I have heard of the power of the hegemony, but please taste my blood and clumsy skill, 'blood sadness'" the blood explosion said, and the blood-red whirlpool was more blurred, like the sound of tides in the sea. The pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a crazy evil feeling scattered in people's hearts. Many ancient hegemons showed confusion and fierce madness on their faces, and this look was still intensifying step by step. They hummed coldly, gently, not too heavy, but it shook the hearts of the 3,000 ancient hegemons like Sanskrit sound. They woke up like a dream, and their fierce madness disappeared.

The blood burst into a burst of laughter, and the broad palms spread forward and slowly lifted up. The faster it turned, the bloodier and thicker and thicker 'blood sadness' was dragged up by his void. The scene was strange and magical, which was frightening. Bloody eyes looked at the anger, pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "The hegemonic emperor is good at it. Brahma's seven power is indeed a divine method. Drink."

He only heard a loud shout, and his face became fierce. With one palm, the sad and beautiful blood-colored whirlpool like a flower was thrown out by him. Along the road, it easily reflected its power. He saw that the boulder road was silently run into stone powder and blown up by the wind, covering the sky and the sun. The square was originally in the dark. It was fierce and almost into the dark.

The 'sadness of blood' is like a sharp and extraordinary winch. No matter what is twisted by it, it turns into grinding powder. The whirlpool rushes to the explosion with its supreme power. The anger is still indifferent on its face. Its eyes are always staring at the blood explosion and others on the opposite side. When the unparalleled wind blew in front of him, he raised his right palm in anger, and a knife light suddenly rose, which made people unable to open their eyes. The nameless and Qingjia both shouted in a low voice. They quickly avoided the knife light, bright white knife light together, and shouted angrily: "Bajiu knife - horizontal knife."

"Boom."

The ancient overlord, furious! How can ordinary people surly cut it? When the knife was cut down, it cut off the waist and cut off the originally sharp and boundless whirlpool of ground meat. It was cut off like paper paste, and the power of the hegemonic emperor instantly tore it and dissipated.

"Fighty." The knife, just rightly lowered, hissed gently, and the anger did not contribute, but its blade gently cut a deep ditch on the ground, which was sharp and obvious.

A shocking move of blood explosion turned away in a little understatement, and there was a feeling of tiger head and snake tail. The ancient hegemonic army was serious, but when they saw the anger and power, they all cheered at the same time: "The power of the hegemony, the world is invincible, the power of the hegemony, who can match!" The majestic voice sounded over and over again, causing the square to smoke, shaking the roaring response of the palace, shocking the low and shallow sound of Bofang City. Finally, it went to the sky and penetrated through the sky.

The sound of this hole wearing everyone's ears, listening quietly, feeling the feeling of being respected from the bottom of the heart. But looking at the anger holding a low knife body and gently slanting at the posture of the peerless master of the other party, as if he could compete with heaven and earth.

That's a man!

He can shock the morale of the other party with his power and smash the enemy's skills. At this time, an unparalleled feeling of worship arises in the nameless heart, and his eyes seem to have endless fanaticism, which is a feeling of yearning for the strong and his predecessors.

In the Jiuli clan, those in black robes can't see their expressions clearly, but they can be seen from the inadvertent step back of many people.

The blood explosion failed. He took a step forward, raised his palm and shouted, "Try my bloody magic knife." Blood surged suddenly and gathered into a nine-foot magic knife in the blood-explosive hand, but the knife was blood-red, revealing strangeness and the power of tyranny. This is one of the supreme skills of the blood Li clan. In those years, the blood of the elder blood Li once relied on it to fight with the Shuitian Emperor Jiang. Rhoda looked at it and explained to the nameless. Although he had never participated in the war, he knew a lot of things that others did not know because he had been angry.

When the name heard the words, she couldn't take her eyes off the blood explosion. Qingjia was aside and occasionally turned her head to look at the nameless. There was a trace of strange color in her eyes that others couldn't guess. She gently bit her pink soft lips. She pouted a little aggrieved and muttered, "I was almost tired for you. He died, but now he doesn't look at others--" It's just a nameless battle over there, and she also whispered, so he couldn't hear it.

The fighting skills of the blood Li clan, which had fought against the emperor in the past years, reappeared, and the blood explosion jumped up. The whole person was like a puppet pulled up by invisible lines. The blood was dazzling, and the blood explosion shouted angrily, turning into a string of blood light with a clear sound to burst into anger. The air around him moved with the people, and the rolled up blood color brought up like wisps of wind, hidden blood. The killing is furious.

He was still disdainful and said indifferently, "Can the tricks that Dijiang could block in those years hurt me?" He raised his right hand gently, and the edge of the knife flashed, like a clear moonlight. He only heard him say, "Ba Jiu Dao, Ba Man Zhen Bing."