Na Yan frowned, if he hadn't dodged in advance, I was afraid that he would end up like this pavilion.

"Boy, how is it? Do you realize the difference in strength? In the face of real strength, all disharmony will turn into calm, and there is not so much luck in this world. Luo Kun sneered and said lightly.

Indeed, at this moment, Nayan knew that the real strong man didn't bother to use too many prosperous martial arts, and it could simply become a killing move.

Na Yan looked down at the bottom of the Panmen again, countless children of the two clans were together, and every moment there were young children of Panmen who fell. Life has become not so valuable at all at this moment, and lifeforms without strength are no different from ants, and there is never mercy in the eyes of the strong.

Thinking of this, Nayan's heart was full of anxiety. At this moment, he couldn't defeat Luo Kun for a long time. It's not that they can't be defeated, but it's scrambling to dodge the opponent's attacks. Under his thoughts, he asked anxiously,

"Senior Jinwu, what should we do? The difference in strength is too big, and we have no chance of winning at all. If it continues to be entangled like this, I am afraid that the hundreds of Panmen brothers below will ....... ”

"There's no way to do this, if we don't work hard to cultivate on weekdays, who can blame us at this moment? At this time, we are still worried about ourselves, calm down, and need an opportunity. Jin Wu said lightly.

Hearing the other party's indifferent words, Na Yan's heart frowned. Is this still the master of the Panmen? How can I say that the people below are also the children of my own clan, and the other party is not worried at all at this time, and I feel that this has nothing to do with me at all.

Seeing that Nayan fell into deep thought, he thought in his heart.

"Boy, I know what you're thinking at the moment? You think I'm ruthless, and I don't care about the lives of my own children, right?"

Jin Wu paused, and seeing that Nayan did not answer, he continued to explain.

"At this moment, the great enemy is present, although we have some worries and worries about the children below in our hearts. That can only be kept in the heart, no matter how worried and anxious it is, it is useless, the only thing that can be done is to save your own life, so that you can defeat Na Luo Kun.

In this way, there are still a few more people down there. When encountering problems, you must know how to calm down, and don't learn from those worldly people, who are full of righteousness and kindness, and let loose words. It is of little use to the development of events, and in the end it will only bring more pain and hurt. ”

Nayan suddenly realized that he was indeed anxious. Seeing countless Panmen disciples fall under the other party's cyclone, the anger in his heart made him lose his basic judgment ability. Worrying too much will only distract you, and for the Panmen disciples below. Doing so not only failed to save them, but destroyed their last hope.

"Seeing my friend fall, I didn't even have time to cry. Is this a battle?" said Nayan secretly in his heart.

"Alright, boy. Don't dwell too much on these things that don't help. The other party is coming, rely on speed to entangle with it first. Accumulate a good cyclone, and opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. Jin Wu reminded.

At this moment, Nayan began to become familiar with the cyclone power of the Golden Crow through several battles. Putting away the thoughts in his heart, the wings of the long cyclone trembled violently, and at the same time, he secretly condensed the power of the cyclone, preparing to release the Heavenly God-level slash.

Open Heaven God-level Slash, as the name suggests, is a god-level martial art. It is divided into three stages, and the amount of cyclone required for the first stage is probably the strength of the peak of the emperor level. At this moment, with the strength of the peak of the illusion level, it is basically impossible for Nayan to release such a move. But with the cyclone power of the golden crow, the two are superimposed, secretly accumulating, waiting for the opportunity, just waiting to give the other party a fatal blow.

"With the help of the golden crow thief, that's all. ”

Luo Kun said secretly, a gloomy sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the power of the vigorous cyclone attacked Nayan again. Seeing that his attack had reached a distance of less than one centimeter in front of the opponent, the corners of Luo Kun's mouth rose, and he had already succeeded.

The sound of "whirring" air flow was accompanied by a dark purple petite figure flashing. Luo Kun frowned, his pupils narrowed, where was there still Nayan's figure, only an afterimage remained, and it suddenly turned into nothingness under the power of his cyclone.

"Old man Jinwu, I haven't seen you for decades, have you become so timid? Wasn't it rampant before?" Luo Kun roared.

Na Yan ignored Luo Kun's words, the corners of his mouth raised a slight smile, and the cyclone blade above the star chasing went towards Luo Kun from behind Luo Kun.

"Hmph!" Luo Kun snorted coldly, swept his robe, and the cyclone blade that reached about a meter in front of him suddenly turned into nothingness.

......

This was repeated several times, and every time Luo Kun's attack was imminent, Na Yan relied on his flying skills to dodge from afar, and then aimed at a cyclone blade behind him. Although this kind of attack didn't have any effect at all, it seriously challenged Luo Kun's self-esteem, and looking at the dark purple afterimage that flashed on the other side, he suddenly felt angry in his heart.

He roared: "Old thief of the Golden Crow, do you think this is a play house? Look below, more than half of your Panmen disciples are now dead and wounded. Are you still indifferent? Are you really sad for so many of the Panmen disciples who follow you?"

Na Yan turned his head to look at the countless Panmen disciples below, temporarily suppressing the anger in his heart. raised his head again, looked at Luo Kun coldly, and didn't speak, his face was full of disdain.

Luo Kun saw that the other party was indifferent, and his face was full of disdain. In his heart, he was even more angry, and he attacked many times to no avail. It would be fine if the other party had a few words, but the other party didn't even snort coldly.

This really makes people feel extremely uncomfortable, this feeling is like being beaten up against the shadow by yourself, but no matter how hard you try, the other party is still like that, without any words, but sticking to your body like a dog skin plaster.

"Bloodthirsty Dance."

Luo Kun burst into a shout, and thunder rolled in the sky in mid-air, and black clouds were thick. It was accompanied by the roar of lightning, giving people a sense of depression in their hearts.

Luo Kun gritted his teeth and sneered. The big hands like dead wood went up and down, and an arm-like lightning in the black clouds came down from top to bottom, from Luo Kun Tianling. Suddenly, above Luo Kun's body, black clouds remained, and lightning of the size of his hair "squeaked" in the middle.

At this moment, Luo Kun was like a big vacuum cleaner, the black clouds in the sky, and the majestic cyclone power in the surrounding space all converged into his body. Looking at Luo Kun's body again, all the snow-like hairs were upside down one by one, and there were traces of black clouds in his eyes, and his face was hideous and extremely terrifying.

After a few breaths, the world became calm again, eerily quiet. Both sides in the countless fierce battles below stopped and looked at the two in mid-air. The throat swallowed a mouthful of saliva violently, and this oppressive silence made people's hairs stand on end, giving people a strange depression.