Chapter 387 Announcement!

As soon as Sugehar resisted the self-detonation of Zhu Tianchao, he relaxed a little and heard the sound of Wang Fan's yin test, which was immediately shocked.

He felt a strong momentum approaching him without looking back. Needless to say, I know that it was Wang Fan who killed him. At this critical moment, he did not dare to hide his selfishness again. He clicked his eyebrows with one hand and pulled out, and an inch of white light appeared in the palm of his hand. He shouted, and he didn't know what spell he had said, and the white light in his hand suddenly grew and became deformed. In an instant, it turned into a sharp diamond-shaped shuttle between the two tips.

"Tong Tissot, the blade of light, kill all the dark nights. "Oh!"

Under his command, the blade of light turned into an electric light and shot at his back. The speed was almost unsatiable to the naked eye. It seemed to directly penetrate the space and rippled a circle of sonic explosion in the air and came directly to Wang Fan's eyes.

Wang Fan's eyes are unprecedented. He used a projection split to resolve the blood thunder all over the sky. At this time, he came out to attack Su Hagel, which was a long-planned attack. Wang Fan's eyebrows stirled slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with the sharp and flying of Tissot, and seemed to be laughing. He gently stretched out his hand, and a little white light lit up on the tip of his right index finger. Although this white light is small, it is brighter than the dazzling white of his whole body just now. This bright light is like a little bright light from the dark abyss, like the first ray of light in the century. It's so pure and bright.

It seems to be slow and fast, or it seems to be slow and fast. Anyway, Wang Fan's index finger pointed at the tip of Tong Tissot before the Light Blade Tong Tisot attacked.

"Ding!" The crisp and pleasant sound is like a pearl falling jade plate, like raindrops hitting silver. The sound is so clean and pleasant.

With a soft click, a cleaner and more pleasant sound than just now sounded. The long Tong Tissot was like a glass stick hitting a heavy clock with 180 pounds of force, breaking inch by inch and smashing. This sound is also like a signal, the broken Tong Tissot, and the white light dissipates, showing its prototype.

Wang Fan is kind of clear, and the shattered black copper debris is shown in the reflection.

He smiled softly, with unconcealed contempt in his voice: "A generation of saints of light can actually use black artifacts. It's ridiculous."

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and the red blood bead curtain flew in the air, and there was unstoppable anger in it. This is the blood that Su Hagel was angered and annoyed by Wang Fan's mockery after losing his own artifact. Tong Tissot is his weapon for hundreds of years, but today it is so easily destroyed by Wang Fan. He is not only angry, but also more frightened.

"Whey!" Suhagel's body changed and instantly moved hundreds of meters away.

He shook his clothes and said indifferently, "Huangkou, how do you know the sacred meaning of my light? As long as there is light in my heart, everything is bright. You ruined my Tissot, and I'm afraid it took up 90% of your power. What else can you do to kill me?"

Wang Fan stared at the distance, his figure flashed a few times, and dozens of projected splits flew out of his body to attract the blood thunder all over the sky.

Suhagel is right. Just now, he broke his Tong Tissot with his index finger, which really consumed 90% of the aura of this split. The power I have sent is about to run out. Wang Fan did not have the slightest anxious color, nor did he take advantage of the victory to pursue. He is waiting for me to transmit more power.

At this time, Wang Fan suddenly raised his eyebrows and moved away. As soon as he left the place, the place was broken without warning.

A bright blue curved blade cut the space from the void, penetrated the space barrier, and attacked the place where Wang Fan was. The click clicked, and the piece of space shattered, revealing the body of the weapon. It is a sharp blade that is straight below and curved above, like a sickle in death. The strangeness of this death sickle blue is fast and silent. If Wang Fan hadn't left early, he might have been skewered into a barbecue.

The handle of the death sickle is held by Zhu Xinghai.

"Colin-Daoer, you killed my son. Take your life!" Zhu Xinghai's eyes were red, and his eyes were bloody and murderous.

"You give me green leaves, I give you red flowers, you give me swords, and I give you life and death. Zhu Xinghai, your son wants to kill me again and again, just to get the legendary medicine for promotion from Suhagel. Since he wants to kill me, why should I pity his life? If you want to avenge your son, my next step is, poor thing is that you still don't understand why these three highnesses are chasing me and even looking for thousands of faces. I'm really not worth it for you. Wang Fan talked without saying anything, and his words were chiseled.

Zhu Xinghai forced himself to calm down and asked, "What are you going to say?" When he asked this, he really remembered what the overlord had said just now.

"Haha, don't you understand? I have a heavy treasure on my body, which is the treasure coveted by the three kings, and the three saints naturally want to get my treasure more. The poor thing is you, who were kept in the dark and let them use them as guns. What a pity!" Wang Fan said with pity, and the cynicism on his face was particularly dazzling.

At this time, because of Zhu Tianchao's self-exploding, the Hailier saint and the overlord returned again.

"Hailier Saint, Brother Batian, what's going on?" Zhu Xinghai asked with a hidden anger.

The saint of Hai Li'er waved his hand and said urgently, "Don't fight. Since Brother Xinghai knows, we won't hide it from you. There is indeed a big treasure in this little guy, but we are just ordered to act. I am according to the will of His Majesty the goddess of nature. The overlord is the will of the God of War, not to mention Suhagel. Even if we get that treasure, we can't own it ourselves. Brother Xinghai, you can participate in the competition for treasures, but you have to think it over. His Majesty's anger is not easily bearable by us.

At this time, Su Hagel suddenly telegraphed over and shouted, "What are you talking about? The kid is deliberately procrastinating time. He just smashed my Tong Tissot, and the power of the split has gone by 90%. Now is the time when he is most weakest. Look, he is accumulating strength. Come on, let's catch it when he is weak. His split."

As soon as Suhagel said, several people quickly looked at Wang Fan carefully and found the transmission of unknown power from the void.

Several people were shocked and immediately roared and attacked.

"Bright field! Sleepy!"

The field of life! Bind!"

The Sword of the God of War! Forbidden!"

"The prison of the starry sky! Kill it!"

Although the four people cooperated for the first time, they showed the power of the legendary saint. Su Hagel, Batian and Hai Lier trapped Wang Fan. The triple confinement was so strong that it was difficult to escape, while Zhu Xinghai killed him. The power of the three people, one is bright and holy, the other is full of fighting spirit, and the other is deep and far away, which are all linked by the field of Hai Lier's life. The four major fields complement each other.

Wang Fan did not struggle, but let the four people tie himself up firmly.

"Hahahahaha!!!!!" Wang Fan laughed and let the four of them tie themselves to their field, but his body suddenly trembled violently, as if he had been electrocuted. The breath is turbulent, and the momentum is rising steadily. Almost in a few breaths, it is beyond the time of the breakthrough.

The blood thunder in the sky was more fierce at this time. Wang Fan escaped the bombardment of the blood thunder several times, which made the gods very angry.

The light red blood cloud rolled and suddenly turned crimson. Bloody thunder shuttled through the clouds, and finally formed in the sky above Wang Fan's head, turning into a huge blood thunder with dozens of meters thick. There was a loud sonorous sound in the sky, as if thousands of troops and horses were fighting, full of void.

There was only a bang, and the blood thunder fell straight down. The target is Wang Fan, who is bound by the four legends.

Wang Fan looked up, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind. His eyes were deep and bright. Looking at the blood thunder coming straight to him, Wang Fan smiled instead: "Goodbye, everyone!"

After saying that, his body suddenly turned white. The huge power gushed out, like a wave. Make a roaring sound of tides.

"No, he wants to blow himself up! Let's go!" Saint Haley was the most sensitive to life, and she was the first to discover Wang Fan's intention. Immediately retreat in panic. But other people are not so lucky.

With a "boom" sound, Wang Fan, the vertical and horizontal main plane, stirred up the earth-shaking split for a long time. Finally, it completely blew itself up.

Like a nuclear bomb explosion, a high mushroom cloud rises to the sky, breaking the sky, dispersing the falling blood and thunder, and tearing the void. Shoot several highnesses of the saints like flies. Its power is comparable to that of any legendary saint.

When everything calmed down and the four ragged legendary strong men returned to their original place, they could only see the duke's mansion turned into an open space.

At this moment, Wang Fan's voice echoed in the sky: "All saints, and the gods in the sky, today I want to declare that you fools do not deserve the faith of the creatures in the world. One day, I will eventually replace you!"

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