Strongest Abandoned Son

"Hey..."

The black and white space suddenly became messy, and the mansions were rolled up and flew up, and the air spurted out a blood.

"No wonder dare to be so arrogant, there is a yin and yang golden light..." Yan Jiuda’s disdain sounded, but the black rifle-like rifle did not stop stabbing in the past. The surrounding space is no longer dominated by the yin and yang golden lights of Xiaoxianwang, but is dominated by Yan Jiutian's black line pike.

The little fairy king 胪 胪 胪 胪 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , And still under his yin and yang golden lights, even his yin and yang golden lights were cracked. To know that his yin and yang golden lights are the best of the best, or the top quality in the best.

"Block."

Under the fear of Xiaoxian Wang Mangang can no longer care about the yin and yang golden lights, directly blocking the yin and yang gold lights in front of them.

"Oh..." The broken sound of the rupture sounded, and Ye Mo was blindly watching. It is no wonder that his imitation ‘eight-pole ding’ was shattered by Yan Jiutian’s black fog, and even his world stone could not stop the black atomized rifle.

This thing is simply terrible, and Ye Mo even suspects that the rifle used by this guy is a top-quality artifact. It is a pity that this black fog pistol has been integrated into Yan Jiutian, and he can't see it. What is even more terrifying is the repair of Yan Jiutian. Ye Mo has no grasp at this time to win him.

After the sound of ‘咔咔’ sounded, the yin and yang golden lights of Xiaoxian Wang’s princes were instantly smashed into pieces and disappeared into the void.

Xiao Xian Wang Yan Mang’s face is pale and clear in the void. He couldn't think of the big name of his little fairy king, in this void. Even a well-known big Luo Xian can not beat in the late stage. Not only can't beat it. His yin and yang golden lights were destroyed. He can only wait to die.

Ye Mo looked at Xiao Xian Wang Mang is about to be killed, obviously there is no intention to shoot. In fact, according to the strategy, he should take the initiative to help, and wait for Xiaoxian Wang to go back to God, and two people fight for nine days, so this is the right thing.

However, Ye Mo Ning can not be an opponent of Yan Jiutian himself, nor will he save the Xiaoxian Wang Mang, and it is even impossible to join hands with this Xiaoxian Wang.

The black pistol condensed into black fog has approached the eyebrows of Xiaoxian Wang. The fairy goddess of the small fairy shows a desperate look. He did not think that the Lord who was going to kill had not yet started, but he died in the hands of a guy he had never heard of. It is a pity that he still has a backhand, but he has no time to show it.

"Give the Emperor to death." Yan Jiutian's eyes are cold, and the foggy line of the rifle burst out with a little bit of black awning. It turns out that it is necessary to turn the scorpion into pieces. It can be seen that the smuggling of the garbage has already angered him.

"Who dares to kill me!"

An angry voice sounded, and then an illusory shadow appeared in front of the little fairy king. The majestic momentum swept over, while a virtual big hand stretched out to grab the black atomized rifle. The aura of the road swayed out and blocked all the black spots that were excited by Yan Jiutian.

"Master, save me..."

Xiaoxian Wang Yumang heard this voice. After seeing this shadow, I can no longer contain the joy of my heart. The trembling tone was called out.

"Hey..."

Yan Jiutian was struck by this powerful virtual power, and flew out more than a hundred miles. This was the same **** standing.

"Meng Er went first, and here he gave it to the teacher."

"Yes, Master." Xiaoxian Wang Yumang can no longer care about anything, offering a best flying fairy, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After the majestic phantoms and other sorrows, this was a cold stare at Yan Jiutian: "In the late stage of a big Luoxian, you dare to kill me."

Yan Jiuzian wiped the blood of the corner of his mouth and stared at the virtual shadow and did not speak. Obviously he was not afraid of this virtual shadow.

Ye Moxin secretly shocked himself, he already knew that this illusion was to dry up the Emperor. The Emperor Xiandi is the God of Changrongtian and the master of Xiaoxian Wangmang. If he had to kill Xiaoxian Wang just now, then he had already been hanged up by Xiandi. He didn't care if he was hanged on him, but he often had a few friends there. Who knows what kind of temper is this? Will you anger his friend?

This illusion should be a trace of God's thoughts, but it is so powerful, how horrible will it be?

Cognac Xiandi seems to care very much about Xiaoxian Wang, and still left a trace of God in the body of Xiaoxian Wang Mang, this teacher and apprenticeship is also profound.

After a while, Yan Jiu Tian said coldly: "I didn't kill your disciple, but I was also attacked by your sneak attack. This incident was revealed. If you must find my trouble, Yanmou will take it. It is."

Ye Mo knew that this time, Yan Jiutian would not be afraid of cognac. This is the longer the time, the weaker the dry mind will be.

"Haha, it really is that the newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger. This emperor is the best person in the big fairy. I only hope that when you see me, you will still talk like this." After doing this sentence, the **** The figure disappeared slowly and eventually disappeared into the void.

Yan Jiutian swallowed a medicinal herb, dismissively said: "In the middle of a fairy emperor, the Emperor was suddenly pinched to death."

Ye Mo secretly laughed, and this strict nine days is also considered to be a tiger. With the dignity of the semi-sacred sacredness, he was told to speak in the middle of a fairy emperor in a lesson, and it was strange to be comfortable in his heart.

"Well, a **** called me was driven away by me. Now I can liquidate the accounts between us." Yan Jiudian, as if nothing happened, once again fell in front of Ye Mo’s body. He cultivated to kill the same level in the blink of an eye, but did not dare to call the emperor in front of Ye Mo. He knows that Ye Mo is a different kind, and he is the ultimate in strength. The same is the existence of the instantaneous killing of the same order, even if it is worse than him, it is limited.

Ye Mo waved his hand and the world stone scales had appeared on the top of his head. He also said: "If you want to fight, don't be embarrassed."

Ye Mo also did not dare to look down on Yan Jiutian. Yan Jiutian also had a silver giant python, which has not yet come out. However, he has no help without a shadow. After he has swallowed Emperor Daojing, he has been in a deep sleep, and now there is no sign of waking up.

Yan Jiutian rubbed the black fog line in his hand and said softly: "This time you will not have a chance to escape."

Ye Mo said sarcastically: "It seems that the last time I fled is not me."

Yan Jitian’s face was a meal. He used to escape with his opponent when he was against the enemy. But facing Ye Mo, it seems that he really fled himself first.

Yan Jiudian no longer nonsense, the black fog in his hand seems to have disappeared. At the same time that the black fog line disappeared in his hand, the void seemed to be hell, and the endless killings raged everywhere. The voice of '嗡嗡' was surrounded in the void, and it continued to form a boundless black clock. It’s down. This big clock was directly pressed to Ye Mo, and there was no room for Ye Mo to change a little.

Ye Mo did not move. He felt that he was in a passive state of defense. He simply did not understand what Yan Jiudian was going to do. He realized that the threat to him by this big clock was not as simple as squatting down, nor was it to tie him. If he is full of immortality, at this time he can completely ignore the nine-day giant clock and directly attack Yan Jiutian.

The facts quickly proved Ye Mo's conjecture. The big clock suddenly suddenly stopped, and he stayed in the void, neither pressing nor the next move.

Just when Ye Mo didn't know the other party's intentions, the sound of "嗤嗤" stabbing the void was stirred up. More than a dozen black atomized arrows have broken through the void and came directly to Yemoye.

Ye Moming Ming saw that the black atomization of Yan Jiudian became a big clock suspended above the void, but the black fog of Yan Jiutian seemed to have not lost even half of the points. Instead, it turned into dozens of sharp arrows and shot him.

The whole process is silent, there is no harbinger of half, and there is no way to fluctuate.

Ye Mo knew that he was fooled. He was not enough to see Yan Jitian, the old tycoon. Instead of waiting for the other party to make a move, it is better to preempt.

The purple cicada was sacrificed by Ye Mo, and the rainbow came out.

The purple long rainbow cut through the void, bringing together a rainbow of rainbows, which is beautiful and colorful throughout the void.

"Hey..."

Dozens of Daoli arrows were blocked by Ye Mo's purple rainbow, and the color splashed. The black arrow was mostly cracked by the rainbow. The small part of the arrow was condensed and scattered, but it was slightly paused. , continue to stab Ye Mo, if nothing.

Ye Mo was shocked and had no time to think about it. It was a boxing out. After hitting this punch, he felt that the space around it seemed to be under the control of the big clock that suspended the void.

"Huh"

The whirlpool of killings around hundreds of miles was swept up by Ye Mo, as if the rivers that broke the dykes swarmed and formed a devastating killing.

Yan Jiutian’s eyes are dignified~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He has seen Ye Mo’s fist. On the challenge table, Ye Mo is the boxer who killed the cliff.

His hand was raised, and some black mist appeared on his wrist. The black mists condensed again, and a black thin-lined rifle formed in the blink of an eye. The moment when the black pike was formed, it burst into the air and directly smashed into the murderous vortex brought by Ye Mo.

"boom"

The black rifle and Ye Mo’s boxing squad slammed together, and the violent celestial scent splashed, and the thousands of miles of meteorites and meteorites were swept away by this violent breath.

Ye Mo’s boxing style was a meal, and a black arrow broke out and shot directly at his chest.

Ye Mo knew the horror of the black arrow, but before he could block the arrow, the giant clock suspended above his head suddenly screamed sharply. Ye Mo is like a heart beaten with a hammer, and suddenly the celestial scent is scattered and his face becomes pale.

(Huh, the fourth chapter was sent, I feel a little tired. Good night!)

... (to be continued..)