Chapter 487 I'm also a foreigner!

This is a crazy killing. Compared with the lack of drugs in the past 15 years, they are even more confused. They don't know where the future is. Each of these bat saints is extremely powerful.

In the past 15 years, the people of the witch clan have died too much in continuous resistance, and most of the strong have fallen. Now there are not many backbones except for the old and young.

In addition, the wear of the will makes the witch people fear the race of the Jiuyin world from the bottom of their hearts. Especially this time, the golden thread people appeared in the bat saint. This is the second time in the past 15 years, but it is obvious that this time the golden thread people are much stronger than more than more than a decade ago. More.

Nangong Hen's words and actions can only mobilize the blood of the witch people for a moment, but with the development of the killing, this so-called blood will not last long.

A sad scream, in the face of the tall bat saint, the witch people often show a powerless resistance, even if it is a struggle, but the bat saint has a body comparable to the barbarian, has the magic power to surpass the witch, plus a large number. This battle, for the witch clan, in addition to the tragedy, Nothing else.

Especially the purple line people of the more than ten bat saints, each of them has the cultivation equivalent to the witch after the witch, and has a body comparable to that of the barbarian soul. Wherever they pass, the cruel laughter echoes, but all the witches who block them are torn apart by them.

They don't use any magical power at all. Those strong hands can replace everything. The head is separated, the limbs are separated, and the flesh and blood are splashed everywhere, which has become an eternal picture in the sky.

Nangong marks spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the long gun in his hand in his low roar penetrated through the eyebrows of a bat saint, and his left hand was raised and waved. Immediately, a large amount of deadness condensed, forming a whirlpool outside his body. From the whirlpool, many dead souls appeared and went straight around.

He is a psychic, but even as a psychic, even the psychic wizards are mostly sympathetic to the dead and indifferent to the living. But in Nangonghen, this is different. The psychic wizard can't suppress his bold character in nature. This is also a key reason why he has never been able to step into the future.

After him, the witch people died less and less. With a roar of self-explosive sound, the battle reached its peak.

The self-exploding are the old people of the witch clan, who were destroyed before death. It stimulated all the witches.

"Fight, then die!" Nangong Hen roared.

"Fight for yourself, fight for our life, change your destiny in killing, and win a future in madness!" All the witches have red eyes at this moment. In the face of the bat saint, if one can't beat it, then there are only two, and if two are not enough, there are three!

Although this is the case. Under the circumstance that the number of thefu saints is not less than that of the witches, the deaths of the witches are constantly increasing, the blood is permeated, and the sad screams are swirling. On the right side of the Nangong mark, he saw with his own eyes that a clan member's head was torn off by the birth,

Short contact. There are more than 500 witches, and there are less than 300 left. They can't rush forward, but are the bat saints coming from the sky. Under constant pressure, he began to retreat until he retreated to the guardian light curtain.

Nangonghen was desperate in his heart. He watched the clans die one by one, watched the familiar faces for 15 years smash, and watched all this, but he was unable to change.

But when they retreated to the guardian light curtain, suddenly, there was a huge palm from the sky, which came out of the illusion and went straight to Nangonghen and those witches at an amazing speed.

From a distance, the palm is extremely huge, with a foot of hundreds of feet. When it is pressed down, there are roars. Above the palm of the palm, the saint of the bat with golden thread in the eyebrows is raising his right hand and slowly pressing it. The corners of his mouth show sarcasm and disdain. In his opinion, the

Nangong Hen roared, and the blue veins on his face bulged. All the people behind him operated all their power crazily to resist this huge palm!

If they can't resist, their death is still the second. I'm afraid it's difficult to hold on to this guardian light curtain. Once the light curtain breaks, the children in the valley and those injured people will face a massacre without any resistance!

Seeing that the palm of his hand was less than fifty feet away from them, at this moment, an old low roar came from the valley, but he saw a white-haired old man with a pale face rushing out of the valley. His speed was so fast that he penetrated the light curtain in a blink of an eye, crossed the Nangonghen and others, and Above, a man faced the huge palm he pressed, raised his right hand, clenched his fist and hit it out.

"Senior Tiemu!!"

"It's the predecessor of Tiemu!!" An exhilarating voice sipated from the crowd. The old man was the iron wood who was injured in the last war and could not heal in a coma!

In the face of such a crisis in the whole valley, he woke up. At this moment, he took action regardless of his body. At the moment when his fist touched the huge palm, the iron wood spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body burst into blood fog. His whole body rolled away like a broken kite.

"Is this the strongest power of foreigners here? It's so fragile and vulnerable... All foreigners deserve to die!" The indifferent voice came from the sky, and thefu saints around were floating in all directions, and their expression was full of sarcasm. Most of the more than a dozen purple people sneered and looked at the scene below.

It was the person who said this sentence at the top of the sky who unfolded the golden thread of this huge palm.

Nangong Hen was desperate. He immediately stepped forward and held the iron wood. The iron wood's face was bloodless and his eyes were closed. He was already seriously injured. At this moment, he was hit hard by the forced action. At this moment, his life was already on the line.

The huge palm blasted, and when it was about to touch Nangonghen and others, in the low roar of Nangonghen, all the witches entered the light curtain. Looking at the palm of the hand touching the light curtain in an instant, the light curtain exploded directly and turned into countless fragments.

The whole valley, at this moment, there is no protection!

The huge palm collapsed behind the scenes and did not disperse, but fiercely pressed against the witches in the valley in an exterminate way!

The mountain peaks were broken, and a large number of gravel fell off and turned into ashes. Because the earth could not bear the power of this palm, cracks appeared one after another, as if it was about to collapse.

At the formation inside the valley, there were no corpses, only layers of flying ash. At that moment, all the people here turned into dust with the collapse of the array.

In the trembling cave, as the rubble fell off, the children hugged their mother in fear, closed their eyes and waited for the arrival of death.

Nangong Hen smiled miserably and looked up at the palm of his hand, showing despair.

"Where is the future... Let's end it like this..."

At this moment, the indifferent words of the bat saint's golden thread people are still echoing in all directions, and the meaning of contempt is undoubtedly revealed.

"...All foreigners deserve to die!"

But at this moment, at the moment when the indifferent voice echoes, at the moment when the huge palm is less than 30 feet away from Nangonghen and others, at this moment when everyone is desperate!

An equally indifferent voice, suddenly, between the heaven and the earth, with a momentum of the person who overwhelmed the golden thread, roared like thunder.

"I..." This is the first word of the sound. When the word came out, all thefu saints in the sky felt a strong wind roaring from a distance. The strong wind, like the roar of the sky, made their bodies uncontrollably swept away.

"also..." This is the second word. When the first word came, it felt that it was still far away, but the appearance of the second word was a feeling in the ear, roaring like thunder, so that all the bat saints heard, their hearts and minds roared at the same time.

A golden light appeared in the valley at an indescribable speed. Under the pressed huge palm, the golden light turned into a figure and could not be seen clearly. All he could see was that he raised his right hand and stretched out a finger, seemingly casually, and clicked in the huge palm.

"Yes..." This is the third word. The calmness gives people the feeling, such as containing some rules of heaven and earth, replacing the sound of the surroundings and everything!

Compared with that palm, this figure is very small, but at the moment his finger touches this huge palm, a shocking roar and violent roundabout spread for hundreds of miles around, and an impact spread to all directions, like a wind roaring, like an angry wave sweeping.

The huge palm, under the roar, trembled and broke into pieces. Finally, it burst into an impact and went straight to the sky.

"...Foreats!" This is the last two words of this sentence. When the palm of the hand collapsed and rolled upside down, it was slowly said by the figure.

At this moment, the wind roared around, and the figure stood in the air, with long hair fluttering, white clothes like snow, his face was handsome, a diamond-shaped brand in the middle of his eyebrows, and a small snake on his shoulder spitting out the core. He stood there, attracting everyone's attention!

This man's eyes are deep, as if they contain the whole sky. His body emits of golden light, which is scattered from all parts of his body, making him look like a layer of golden armor!

In addition to being deep, his eyes also have a sense of shock. However, all the people of the bat saint who touch his eyes are all in their minds, as if they have a sense of collapse when they just look at him.

This is a kind of power, a kind of power that exceeds all the power here!