When your illness killed you and didn't give Bai Xiaotian time to recover, the five warriors worked together to solve the problem in one go.

Of course, Bai Xiaotian will not be caught. He will fight fiercely at the front. With one enemy, five, badly wounded, the more they fought, the more surprised they became, and gradually began to pass away with the wind, are these people really just followers?

"Only the Apostles have that power, the apostle's words?"

Bai Xiaotian's heart, which was unprecedentedly heavy, had already made the worst plan.

"Okay, stop. Not even a piece of garbage has been resolved. I'd better come in person. We didn't have time to stay here. ”

This is followed by the voice of the apostles.

The apostle grabbed the steel pipe that had been inserted into his body, slowly pulled it out and threw it on the ground. In the days of whistling, they played very quickly, but after some time the apostles became a little impatient and complained.

"Yes, God."

When the five squires heard these words, they stood up in awe.

Bai Xiaotian was also majestic, retreating more than 10 meters and pulling away distance.

"How dare I hurt the body God has given me? I'm not going to let you go. I will give you a taste of God's wrath. ”

The apostles walked slowly towards the whistling sky in silent voices.

"That's."

Bai Xiaotian scolded, his voice just fell, but the obviously slow apostles suddenly appeared in front of him.

Bai Xiaotian's reaction was very fast, and his fist rushed towards Bai Xiaotian almost instantly. For a while, it seemed as if there was a steel wall in front of the apostles.

Bai Xiaotian spent a lot of energy breaking through the wall, but he didn't touch the apostle, and the apostle's fist hit Bai Xiaotian in the abdomen.

With a strong bloody cough, Bai Xiaotian's feet slipped to the ground, but he showed the true nature of the White Devil. He did not show any pain. He seized the opportunity and punched each other.

With what he had just learned, he concentrated his inner strength and smashed the invisible wall in front of the apostle with a single punch, and then hit the key point in the apostle's head.

If this were an ordinary person, his head would have exploded. However, the apostle's face was only bruised, and he was reluctant to raise his fist and wave it again.

This time, Bai Xiaotian was hit again, flew out, smashed the ground hard, and ploughed more than 10 meters before stopping.

"In fact, he is immortal. It's useless to fight like that. Perhaps only by cutting off his head.

Of course, there is no immortal in the world.

Bai Xiaotian didn't believe it. Cut off the apostle's head, and he will live.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaotian staggered up from the ground a little, a cold air rose from his body, and his original weak breathing quickly recovered. As a white ghost, it is not easy to fall.

Just as the whistling day had passed, the apostles approached and struck a fist, which was shattered by the sun, and the ground was littered with gravel and mud.

In the dust, the white whistling sky disappeared and converged at his feet, looking simple, but behind the apostles there was lightning.

It's one inch and one hundred steps. Dropped out of school at La Lingmen. Bai Xiao was born to learn hundreds of martial arts and martial arts geniuses, which were unimaginable to ordinary people.

The apostle's reaction was also astonishing. He turned, leaving a shadow. His right hand roared into the white sky.

Bai Xiaotian's retreat was more than a hundred steps.

The apostles were somewhat surprised by the emptiness.

"Never give up!"

At the moment when the apostles took to the air, Bai Xiaotian found an opportunity, and his palm fell, leaving a continuous shadow, as if more than a dozen palms were put together.

The apostles roared!

An invisible ripple spread. The white whistle did not sound. Ripples hit the body. His palm was struck on the apostle. It's the eyes.

The apostle felt himself hit with a stick more than a dozen times in the eye, and his body was shaking and he was a little dizzy.

Bai Xiaotian took two steps back, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, but did not stop. This is a great opportunity.

"Zhao Guquan!"

"At the foot of the waterfall!"

"Yin and Yang Fingers!"

Bai Xiaotian made more than ten efforts at one time, and the apostles were dizzy and inevitable. Rao is immortal and bleeding, causing severe pain.

"Okay!"

"Eighteen dances in a row!"

Bai Xiao Tianfu stepped on the steps of the Seven Stars, his figure flickered, and he walked behind the apostle in the blink of an eye.

The palm of his hand was like a knife, and his internal force was concise, and he slashed towards the apostle's neck.

The apostle was attacked one after another, trying to fight back, but he threw a void and the whistling sky was behind him.

"Cut!"

When the knife fell, the corners of the white whistling Heavenly Kingdom mouth rose, and a little blood flew away.

While the apostles were aware of the danger and tried to avoid it, it was too late. Two-thirds of his neck was cut, and the whole neck was about to fall off.

"I won."

The white whistle blew the corners of the mouth of the kingdom of heaven, and the neck was cut so big, it was no different from the whole person.

"Impossible!"

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and the white, whistling sky faded away like a ghost. He saw the apostle holding his drooping head and pressing it his neck. "If nothing happens," he said, "it seems that I underestimated you." But the result is the same. Taste my true power, which God has given you, beyond the reach of man."

Saying that, the golden pupils emitted a light, and a force that made Bai Xiaotian feel cold was released, vast as a mountain, and an abyss like the sea.

"This is..."

The surface of the whistling white sky has become heavy enough to drip.

The apostles raised their fists, and there was a faint golden light.

What is it? Is it an internal force? Not internal forces! At this moment of whistling, there is an illusion. Is it really the power of God?

Even people like Bai Xiaotian have this idea. It can be seen that Bai Xiaotian's heart is shocked.

It's too late to remember. The sense of danger like a needle made Bai Xiaotian's hair stand on end, and he subconsciously worked hard inches and hundreds of steps.

Right in front of him, a golden fist struck.

Blood splattered, and on the day the whistle sounded, one arm fell and the mouth bled again. His face was very pale.

What a terrible fist, even a few inches and hundreds of steps cannot be avoided.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaotian had to retreat, he rushed to Cai Meilin, wanting to take Cai Meilin with him.

"Final verdict!"

A golden light rose from behind, and the apostles rushed forward with their hands folded.

It's a big trick. When Bai Xiaotian looked back, he also saw the danger of this scam. Too bad!

If it hits, it's bad luck.

There is no way to avoid it, only to resist it. He gritted his teeth and crossed his hands.

"Apostle, your opponent is me!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.

With this voice, a tremendous force bombarded the apostles. Rao was an apostle in his heyday, and he was beaten back and forth by a powerful force. Naturally, his big trick spread.

"Who is it?"

The apostles turned their heads.

Not far away, a young man appeared. Wear short sleeves and shorts.

This person is Zhang Cheng. With the help of Liu Ruoxi's Guojia Daquan Brigade, Zhang Cheng quickly returned by plane.

Fortunately, it is a border area, not far from the South China Sea. Otherwise, it's too late.

"You're finally here." Bai Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Cheng coming. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Ling Blood Battle Soul Claw Book House" for free for the first time.