"You're over in seclusion?"

Zhao Lian'er was happy, Lu Fan appeared, Song Jianqiu ended her retreat and turned into a sword god.

Plus herself.

No matter how many of these corpses turn into Qin troops, they are not enough to see them.

Song Jianqiu nodded slightly at her: "Let's take action, there's not much time left."

Zhao Lian'er nodded, and the phantom appeared again behind her. At the same time, a sword light that soared into the sky was like a roaring dragon, rolling directly into the sea of ​​corpses.

at the same time.

Lu Fan opened his eyes and looked at the huge golden man in front of him with shaking marks.

Yu Guangri, Miyamoto Ichiro had already stood up from the ground, looked at the Jinren with blood all over his mouth, and then turned his head coldly to look at himself: "You're late."

"boom!"

Lu Fan disappeared without saying anything, and the next second he appeared in front of Ichiro Miyamoto.

"Leave your life here."

Lu Fan spoke coldly, suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed Miyamoto Ichiro's neck, and lifted his body in mid-air.

Ichiro Miyamoto didn't struggle, let Lu Fan grab him and handed his life to Lu Fan.

He even sneered coldly: "I said, you are late, the twelve golden men are resurrected and the ancestor is resurrected. No matter how awesome you are, you will never be able to go out from here alive..."

Lu Fan frowned. He could feel that the twelve golden men around him were revitalizing their vitality.

And there was a very terrifying force on the soles of his feet, slowly waking up.

Could it be that I was really a step late and let the Japanese succeed?

"Lu Fan should not be confused by him. He has indeed activated the twelve golden men, but it will take some time for the resurrection of the twelve golden men. If he kills him, the resurrection of the golden men will naturally be interrupted." said the girl Ghost King.

When Lu Fan heard this, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he was about to take action.

"Lu Fan, be careful!"

A shout sounded behind him instantly.

Lu Fan had almost no time to look back, and could feel a terrifying pressure, accompanied by a huge shadow, falling from the sky!

Lu Fan grabbed Miyamoto Ichiro's neck and disappeared in an instant.

"boom!"

A huge golden palm fell from the sky and directly slapped the position where Lu Fan was standing just now.

There was a huge pit the size of a basketball court, which was directly printed deep in the ground.

Lu Fan turned around and looked at the pit several meters deep, feeling cold sweat on his back.

"Haha, have you felt the terrifying power of the twelve golden men?"

Miyamoto Ichiro's sarcastic sneering sounded in his ears: "This is just his initial physical strength. If they wait until they are completely resurrected and stimulate the invincible bloodline in their bodies, you will be waiting like a bed bug, being pinched to death, hahahahaha!"

"Click!"

Lu Fan exerted his five fingers and directly crushed Miyamoto Ichiro's neck.

Miyamoto Ichiro's hideous smile was still engraved on his face, but at this moment he had no breath and could not die any more.

But the huge golden man had no intention of letting him go.

After raising his huge palm, he paused in the air for a moment, and pressed down on Lu Fan's head again.
Chapter completed!