Chapter 388 The Power of Purple Power

Li Jingtian, the national master, looked awe-inspily, and his voice was as heavy as Mount Tai. He said, "Don't panic, everyone, flee to the back hall." His body shook and went to the rampant black man in the air. With a glance, I couldn't help but be shocked. What?

I don't know when the laughing black man caught a woman in red. That man is not someone else, but the East is careful... He dares not act rashly, for fear that the other party will hurt Dongfang and be careful...

Dongfang's face turned pale and knew that he would die. The dragon spring sword in his hand turned into a cold light and shot into the right eye of the black man. The black man laughed and did not dodge. His fingers flicked gently and suddenly bounced on the Dongfang's careful Longquan sword. With a bang, the Dongfang's careful Longquan sword was actually bounced back...

A cat-and-mouse smile flashed in the eyes of the black man, "I haven't eaten such a beautiful woman for many years. Ha ha, this time it can be a feast..."

At this moment, he suddenly narrowed his eyes. Take it away with your big hand into the air...

"Oh!" The black man looked at the empty big hand with a surprised look on his face.

As soon as his mind moved, his big hand went into the air again. This time he did not fall, and in the buzzing sound, he held the little thing that had been pale gold in his hand. The little thing is still buzzing in his hand. A proud smile appeared on the black man's face...

But at the next moment, he suddenly frowned. In the void, an axe shining with black light fell to the top of his head...

Without any hesitation, the black man raised his left hand, and a Yuanli Gang wind was as heavy as a mountain, patting at the black axe...

"Bang."

With a soft sound, Han Feng's figure appeared in the air. He turned several times in the air and fell to the ground. He rubmed on the ground and kept retreating dozens of feet to stabilize his body. A half-foot-deep trench has appeared on the ground. That's his body hard on the hard stone...

Han Feng's body was full of blood stains from sharp stones, but a smile of successful conspiracy appeared on his pale face...

Immediately, Han Feng's eyes turned to a few feet away, and the East, which had been freed, was careful. He whispered, "Are you all right? Cough..." Without finishing his words, a mouthful of blood and phlegm had been spit on the ground. The blood red color is very dazzling...

"Are you hurt?"

The careful figure of the East flew over. She held Han Feng and shouted, "Why are you so stupid?"

Han Feng did not answer her words, and his eyes condensed on the pale face of the other party. He whispered, "How are you?"

"Why did you work hard for me? Don't you want to live? I won't take your love..." The Oriental boy shouted, and she had never been so out of her temper. At this time, she is still the oriental master who has always smiled and scheming tricks... Her hand unconsciously clenched Han Feng's hand. The eyes are full of resentment...

"Are you heartbroken?" Han Feng suddenly smiled and looked deeply at the beautiful woman who had been entangled with him the most, but had been hiding from him...

"Who cares about you? It's good if you die." Dongfang carefully beat Han Feng on the shoulder with his pink fist, but tears flowed from his eyes.

Han Feng held her little hand, looked deeply at Dongfang carefully, and said in a low voice, "Just now, when I saw you caught by that big black man, I suddenly felt so much pain in my heart..." Dongfang carefully stared at Han Feng. Just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly pushed away by the other party...

A black stick shadow, like from nine days, fell to the place where Han Feng and Dongfang carefully were just now...

A large pit several feet deep, prominently in the sand and stones...

"Despicable human beings actually saved people from the uncle's hands. Humph, I'll kill you."

The iron bar in the hands of the black man turned into a Thunderbolt all over the sky, each with a loud sound resounding through the sky. In the roar, the bubbles stirred up by the air burst, and the figures escaped one after another, and even the Purple Virtual Hall seemed to tremble under the shadow of the other party's stick...

Han Feng's eyes flashed with snowy light, and his body flashed in the air, trying to avoid the bombardment of the other party. He has never been so cowardly. The other party's stick shadow is like a storm. Xing Tian in his hand dares not collide with the other party, only to avoid...

"Boom."

A violent sound exploded in the air, and Xing Tian in Han Feng's hand finally hit the other party's huge iron bar.

Han Feng felt that the Xingtian in his hand was like cutting on an extremely hard iron stone, and his palms were numb, and his body was like a fallen leaf in autumn, falling into the distance without direction. When the dust settled, Han Feng felt that the arms of his hands had been completely broken, and the red blood flowed out along the tiger's mouth...

But Han Feng still did not fall down. He forcibly held the black Xingtian with his broken hands. The dull eyes are like a desperate warcraft. The teeth are rattling... He shouted carefully to the east in the distance, "Don't come here. Otherwise, I will die." His shout stopped Dongfang's body that wanted to jump on...

The black man's body was also in a strong collision. He stepped back two steps and raised his dazzling black iron bar and looked at it. But I saw that a pea-sized gap was cut out on it. His eyes were full of deep shock. This black iron stick was accidentally obtained at the bottom of the bottom of the underworld sea when he practiced his human body, which was cultivated for ten thousand years with his own life and real fire. Its hardness is unimaginable. I didn't expect to be cut off a gap by this inconspicuous boy today...

The black man shook his numb hands and roared at the sky, "Despicable human beings, take your life..."

He raised the black iron bar in his hand and rushed to Han Feng like crazy. Blood permeated from the depths of Han Feng's eyes, and the magic axe in his hand was raised high with difficulty. He could not feel the pain of breaking his arm. He roared carefully to the east in the distance: "Let's go!!"

A violent breath surged out of Han Feng's body. Like a black entity, it is about to meet the black man who rushed over...

A thick disdain flashed in the eyes of the black man, "Arms are like a car, small human beings, I'm going to smash you into meat mud..."

The black iron bar in its hand suddenly increased. There was a sound of Thunderbolt in nine days...

But at the next moment, the stick shadows surging out of the black man suddenly fixed on the sky and could no longer split down...

His shocked eyes looked at a hairy little guy in front of him, with unconcealed panic in his eyes. It is a kind of uncontrollable fear and even fear of the subordinates facing the pressure of the superiors...

The little guy's fat body is covered with light yellow fluff, and only under his big belly is a layer of light purple. The mouth is flat, and the front gradually bends down and becomes a pticular hook... The short tail and several toes are connected together, like two pums.

The duckling-like little guy suspended in the air and did not move. Only two eyes shoot two purple rays, and there are some slight edges... Other than that, there is nothing surprising...

The tower-like giant man no longer takes a step forward. Looking at the little thing in front of him, there is a little vigilance and solemn...

"Zidian, come back soon." Han Feng suppressed the pain and shouted loudly. He didn't want the little guy to be run over like an ant pinched to death.

"Dangerous, purple electricity."

Strangely, the fat purple electricity seemed to not hear Han Feng's shouting, and the small body hovered there stubbornly. Alone facing a guy as terrible as a mountain in front of him...

Han Feng also gradually realized that something was wrong. The black and ugly giant held the black iron bar in his hand tightly, but came forward...

"Flash... Open it!"

The accent of the giant man sounds extremely stiff and unpleasant. It's like fileting on a stone with an iron saw, which is unusually harsh. He can feel the extraordinaryness of the little guy in front of him, but after all, the little thing in front of him is still in his childhood, which is not a fatal threat to it... He is a demon python who has been practicing for thousands of years at the bottom of the dark sea, and he still has some confidence...

The little guy hovered in the air without saying a word, but it was an unspeakable pressure, which made the black giant dare not take a step over the thunder pool...

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Finally, the natural violence and bloodthirsty cruelty overcame fear. The black giant roared like thunder, and the black black iron stick in his hand turned into a light curtain. In an instant, he crossed the void, burst into violent power, and hit the little guy head-on...

In the world, the wind is raging, the clouds are rolling, and the loud noise is continuous. The black giant can overturn a dinosaur and smash a hill... Han Feng was stunned and shouted, "Zidian, get out of the way!" While talking, he rushed forward, blocked the other party's Xuantie stick, and saved Xiao Zidian...

But everything was too late. The black light curtain formed by the black giant's black iron stick devoured the small body of purple electricity in a moment. Han Feng felt that his voice was hoarse. He couldn't help closing his eyes and couldn't bear to see Zidian's small body turned into a pool of meat mud under the other party's stick...

In the sky, the wind roared for a long time, and there was no scream in my ears as I imagined. Everything is a little abnormal. Han Feng couldn't help opening his eyes and found that the light curtain formed by the black black iron stick was still flickering on the clouds. But the shadow of purple electricity has disappeared. The black giant is like playing sticking on his own... Han Feng couldn't help opening his eyes wide in surprise...

The roar, the stick wind beat the thunder... I don't know how long it took for the black giant to finally stop dancing without a goal. Seeing that he was already panting, it was obvious that he had exhausted his strength just now...

The wind stopped, and there was no small figure in the void. Han Feng said secretly in his heart, "Is it possible that the other party's stick wind is too fierce, and Zidian has been smashed into dust by the other party's stick?" If he doesn't die, but subconsciously, Han Feng can't feel the shadow of purple electricity... It seems to have completely disappeared in this sky...