Among the dead white traces, five wormholes, large and small, exuded a gloomy aura, and the mountain-like pressure made Li Yan's hairs stand on end.

The upper body of "can't beg" was stuck in the wormhole, and he desperately pulled out his waist. The throat and eyes let out a long howl.

Roar!

Li Yan's eyes were dark, crimson blood flowed from his cochlea, the blood vessels around his eyelids were swollen and bursting, he blinked hard, and the blood foam was wiped off little by little on the eyeballs, leaving only a light yellow.

And the tiger's head gun is still shooting!

Li Yan held the gun on his wrist with his left hand, pressed down with the thumb of his right hand, and in the white and golden streamer in the sky, one after another of the spears rippled in the streamer, and the big gun hit the core of Yan Fuguo one after another, and the blade of the gun roared!

The Chisel Gold Tiger Head Spear has a sharp value of up to 100, the high-strength destruction bonus of [Spear Fang], the Hidden Flying Feather that rains down like a storm of snow, and the frost color of the Hammer gradually spreads on the surface of the amber walnut shell.

The eight purple streams of fire became more and more restless, slamming against the walnut shell,

The Yan Fu Fruit Core, which contains the most precious secret treasure and the most vigorous vitality of a fruit, has a sharpness of one hundred, and a tiger head spear with a mysterious origin, which of the two things is harder?

The answers didn't matter, because they were all harder than Li Yan's hands.

A splash of blood!

Large pieces of flesh flew out of Li Yan's tiger head. The white-gold streamer tail that shook off, the twitching blood vessels of the tiger's mouth sprayed blood, but it was quickly frozen by the power of the nine phoenixes, and then it was torn by the barrel of the gun, and then frozen, and torn again......

The angry tic-tac-toe blood vessels protruded an inch from Li Yan's temple!

The complexion was as white as milk, the eyes were tightly closed, and the white and golden tiger-headed spear streamer and the blizzard-like hidden flying feathers were intertwined, and the frost lines like spider webs spread out from under Li Yan's feet.

The feather lord is between Li Yan and the hatred of parting and Feng Yi, whether it is the anger of the Yellow River or the gloomy mask, it is difficult to move an inch, and it is completely impossible to hurt Li Yan at all.

Hate parting turned his neck, and the heavy mask on his face stiffened a lot.

"Knock~"

The blade of the gun slammed into the surface of the walnut shell, and the ice slag swirled and flew out.

Li Yan bit the tip of his tongue, and the eyes as deep as the two big stars darkened, which were the bruises from the bursting blood vessels around the eye sockets.

Blood Dip Eruption!

The sound of freezing sounded on the surface of the walnut shell.

Whoop ~ Whoop

Li Yan gasped, and the tiger-headed gun fell to the ground, and Li Yan's two hands were miserable.

The bright red minced meat hung on the skin of the tiger's mouth, and Sensen's hand bones were smoothed by more than half!

On the surface of Yan Fu's shell, apart from being covered with a thin layer of ice, there was not a single crack......

It seems to be another fifty percent.

Li Yan looked down at his hands, now he can't even tie his belt.

Feng Yi laughed loudly: "It seems that for the sake of the mountain, it is not me who falls short~"

As soon as the feather lord retreated, the hated parting with the long braids slammed into his arms, and the expanding dark red and vicious mask phantom shrouded the feather lord inside. Don't let him make up for that final blow.

In the crystal walnut shell, the blazing purple flame shook.

Li Yan, who had used the Hidden Fly twice in a row, endured the fatigue that came from more than the tide. He knelt down in front of Yan Fuguo with a thud, and although the throbbing pain in his temples almost made him faint, he still showed an intriguing smile.

Inside the shell is fire, and outside the shell is ice.

Kara~

A long crack spread from the shell, breaking the two words Sifan from the middle of the core.

"Not good!"

Hate farewell shook off the back of his hand, and was smashed on the lower abdomen by the feather master's fist.

A trace of purple tail flame came out of the crack in the walnut shell, and then it rang out, and the sound of Karakala shattering, a huge fruit core that was much higher than Li Yan's, shattered violently.

Dizzy, Li Yan recalled Danniang's words again.

"The Yan Fu fruit core in Feng Yi's mouth, I have confirmed it, although I can't say it, but ......"

"When I saw it, I felt the vitality of the sea."

What came to Li Yan was a deep golden-red slurry.

Rumble~

The amber kernel fragments that were split into tens of thousands of paths, together with eight purple streams of fire, flew out in all directions, and Li Yan, who was about to faint, struggled with his last bit of strength, raised his face and bit something, and he didn't know whether it was the kernel fragments or the wood and copper objects in the purple flames, so he closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

A deep curse rang out, and as the kernel shattered, wormholes collapsed and disappeared as quickly as the kernel shattered.

"I can't ask for it" stared at Li Yan who collapsed with resentful eyes, and the contracted wormhole was supported by his palm, and it actually stopped collapsing!

His teeth rattled, and he finally let go, disappearing into the endless dead white marks.

Hate to leave the footsteps, flew back dozens of meters, and stood with Feng Yi

The feather lord retracted his gaze and looked at Feng Yi, who had an ugly face, and parted with hatred that was lying on his back.

He buried himself in the arch of his back, spread his hands, and learned to hate the way parting was when it first appeared.

"I can't get over it~"

Laugh at~

The instep of the foot catapulted, and he held his breath with hatred, but unexpectedly, the feather master did not rush to attack, but pulled out Li Yan who was drowned in the golden-red slurry.

The two black wings that were spread out for more than twenty meters shook off, and the feather master held Li Yan, who had passed out in one hand, condescendingly.

"Daddy, fight?"

Feng Yi asked calmly.

Hate parting and raised his mask: "Now, I may not be able to fight ......"

Heaven and earth are useless.

Four large characters were printed on the paper cup, and the man in the white tracksuit picked up the paper cup and took a sip.

Hate to leave the void in the mask and stare at the huge opening of the black wings in the sky.

A rumbling voice came out of the mouth, and several streams of fire fell quickly, and in the midst of the flames, there were figures one after another.

The man in sportswear looked at the hated parting for a few moments, he moved a few steps away, and saw the big braid behind the "hated parting", and then he suddenly realized.

"Hate parting?"

"I haven't seen you for two years, and your kid has become one of the ten masters."

The voice of hatred and parting is deep.

The main person drank the boiled water, turned the paper cup into the sky, and the four words "heaven and earth are useless" were magnified and enlarged in the air.

The mouth of the paper cup is facing downward, and it seems that the hatred and parting and Feng Yi are all enveloped.

"Ah Feng, let's mess up."

With a dead white on his head, he laughed out loud.

Click.

The paper cup stopped.

In the strange dead white, a huge hand stretched out and held the paper cup steadily.

The subject's face changed wildly.

Behind the palm holding the paper cup, there is a black sea green short sleeve, and then there is the color change that everyone hears, and the dead white traces of "Sifan".

The hand raised slightly, threw the paper cup back to the master, and then spread out his five fingers, pulled it back, put the laughing hatred and Feng Yi in the palm of his hand, and slowly put it back.

The feather lord's eyebrows were raised, and the black wings of the mountain that were propped up on the mouth of the fruit flapped down, and the sky and the earth changed color in an instant, and the entire Yanfu fruit fell into a pitch black with no fingers visible.

"Aid Korea, stop!"

The host shouted.

In the darkness, the fierce mask of the wood was lowered.

Hate to say goodbye, knowing that he can't hurt the two masters of Yujie, and even Li Yan, who is only "ten", but he can't hurt Li Yan, who is so bad that Sifan loses all the games.

Therefore, the wooden mask was aimed at the corner of the noon gate, and there were almost no people in Wushan who had no sense of existence.

"Hehe~"

The feather lord shot out angrily, the master had no time to be distracted, and in the darkness, a dark red phantasm mask pressed down on the noon gate.

Hiding in the ruins, Zhaoxin, who couldn't see anything, only felt that his eyebrows were hot, as if his soul was about to leave his body.

Then, the body sank.

……

"Si Fan Lord ......"

After darkness, the feather lord gritted his teeth.

"Aid Korea, you are too impulsive."

The agent said, his nose twitching.

"Where's the smell of blood......"

The two of them frowned and looked towards the noon gate at the same time.

In the ruins, there was a splash of blood, and the flesh and white bones were mixed together, like a Shura hell.

The baby-faced corpse with the old man was gone, crushed into a puddle of flesh.

Wu Shan was like a dead man, his entire right half of his body was rotten, half of his face was gone, and one eye socket was black and red.

Zhaoxin's lips trembled, her face was full of blood spots, her whole body was buried in a piece of flesh, and in the erosive bone mud, a trace of clothes was exposed.

"Brother?"

Zhaoxin asked softly.

There was no sound.

"Brother~~~"

The cuckoo cries blood.