Peerless Divine Emperor

The 640th chapter is a powerful haze

Hearing the violent screams of the Golden Trace, the people of Baiyin Mountain Villa showed their weapons, and they were all fifty or sixty people. They all stared at Jing Yunzhen with a fierce look, and they showed a killing in their eyes.

Jing Yunyi saw this battle, and still did not show any fear.

"Golden trace, do you want to go to **** to accompany your son?"

Jing Yunyan asked indifferently.

Jin trace eyes scarlet, biting his teeth and staring at Jingyun, his eyes are like poisonous snakes, and he can’t wait to immediately swallow Jingyun’s life, and he screamed at Jingyun: “I’m not going to accompany Yuan, but you. I will let you give My son is buried."

As he said, the golden trace was suddenly cold, and he saw his palm turned over. A golden knife appeared in his palm.

"Is it? If you insist that the ants touch the elephant, then I will accompany you to play."

Jing Yun’s eyes reveal a playful smile.

"Haha, just because you dare to call yourself an elephant? Don't be self-sufficient. Stinky boy, give my son a life. All the people in Baiyin Mountain Villa listen to me, quickly take this kid down, on the spot, Unloading eight pieces and splitting the five horses, let him taste what it means to be a singer."

Kim is resentful.

As soon as he spoke, the warriors in the surrounding villas all nodded, and then stared at Jing Yunyu with a gaze, as the same head monster stared at his prey.

"Get together, kill him."

One of them suddenly issued a number.

In the next moment, forty or fifty people all armed with weapons, madly rushing to Jing Yunyu in a violent gesture.

“It’s all some lounge bags, so I’m thinking about killing me? I’m crazy.”

Jing Yun霄 inadvertently licked his mouth.

In this language, the people of Baiyin Mountain Villa have already rushed to Jingyun Temple from all directions.

"kill."

Then, the violent attacks all fell towards Jing Yun's body.

"Oh, if that's the case, then let me take a look at what is called invincible."

"The Emperor of Fire."

Jingyun slammed his mouth and pushed the emperor's body to the extreme. Then everyone saw it. His body suddenly swelled out with a faint flame aperture. This flame aperture wrapped the worms like a protection. The layer is average.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Boom."

All kinds of weapons, falling wildly; all kinds of means, constantly blasting; all kinds of strong tricks, frequently appeared.

The whole of the forty-five means, all of them fell on Jing Yun霄 in a flash.

To be exact, it falls on the layer of flame that is on the surface of Jing Yun's body.

The offensive collided with Jing Yunqi's body, fierce and fierce, but Jing Yunzhen once stood there as if nothing had happened, as if the offensives that fell on him did not affect him.

"How is this going?"

The Golden Trace is a shock.

The rest of the Baiyin Villa are also stunned.

A total of forty-five offensives, even if they all took the smoke, there is no such thing as a kid. It shows how terrible the martial strength of this kid is.

Everyone dare not think about it anymore.

Between all people's horror, the violent rush of Jing Yun's body has a strong killing.

"It’s just your opponent’s shot, now it’s my turn to shoot for you?”

Jing Yun霄 smiled slyly.

then.

I saw his figure instantly turned into a residual image, nine shadows scattered around all the disciples of the mountain, and between these chaos, there are often horrible fists banging, the punch is shocking, full of strength.

Most of the disciples of these villas are Xuanwujing six and seven heavy, and some even have only four or five heavy Xuanwujing. Jingyun’s fists are in front of them, just like mountains and horrors.

If you hit a fist, you will die.

Then, the golden trace on the side was extremely shocked to see. When Jing Yunyu passed, one of the disciples fell down. It was only a short while, all the disciples who had just lived and leaped all fell, and they were all one. Boxing squatting.

"You...who are you?"

The Golden Trace is terrifying.

Just now, he looked down at Jing Yunzhen, and now he has re-examined it, and the fear in his heart has also surged. Even this fear has overshadowed the grief of losing his son and let his heart Uneasy, panicked.

"Who do you care about me?"

Jing Yun's body stopped in front of the Golden Trace, and then looked at the Golden Trace in a condescending manner.

Looking at Jing Yun's eyes, Jin trace's heart is even more trembled, that kind of eyes, so discouraged, even if he has never felt from the land warriors, why does this kid have such a fearful fear?

"I am innocent and innocent with you, why are you coming here to kill?"

Kim traced the battlefield and asked.

Jing Yun霄 smiled indifferently: "No hatred and no complaints? Is there no hatred now?"

"you you……"

The Golden Trace has no idea what to say. A fearful killing is permeating him, letting his body continually recede, then rushing to the air and wanting to escape.

"Run away?"

Jing Yunqi naturally will not let this golden trace escape to the smoky gate to ventilate the letter, and jumped into a glimpse of the glory, Jingyun smashed into a virtual shadow, rushing away, at the same time, he slammed a long sword in his hand .

"Four gods swords, green dragon swords."

"Hey."

A huge shadow of the Qinglong filled the entire sky, and the Qinglong roared, with the momentum of destroying the earth and destroying the land, rushing to the Golden Trail.

"what?"

The golden trace was tight, and then the golden knives in his hands swept through the air. A huge knives were smashed on the shadow of the dragon. Then, the shadow of the big knife and the shadow of the dragon were dissipated together. In the air.

Just at the moment of dissipating, Jing Yun’s body arrived at the front of the Golden Trail through the majestic energy storm. Then the fierce fist fell on the chest of Jinsuo, and it was gold. The trace directly hit the ground from midair and pulled the ground out of a deep pit.

"Golden trace, you did not say that you want to let me divide the five horses, unloading eight pieces, and smashing it later? How can it be so vulnerable now?"

Jing Yun's voice slowly started, his body once again burst into the gold trail, a mountain-like fist once again banged to his head, once bombed, his head will definitely bloom directly.

"Haze."

The situation was urgent, and the Golden Trace immediately called out his own haze. Only one of his blood vomited blood from his mouth, and a strange arc was formed in the air. Then the blood rushed into the haze, and the haze instantly seemed like It was alive, and there was a huge killing in the body, and then it was collided with Jing Yunyu with this killing.

"Hey."

The huge dull sound resounded around, and the body of Jingyun and the haze retreated backwards. Jingyun’s eyes suddenly brightened: “A strong and powerful haze.”