"So brave, dare you rush over?" Hu Ming sneered, raised his hand and shot.

Then he saw blood lights surge out again, and instantly sputtering blood shadows around Holt's body.

Every blood shadow exploded, causing a wave of weather, like a bomb that exploded tens of thousands of tons, enough to sink a battleship.

But in the face of such a bombardment, Holt was unmoved. Starlight was lingering all over his body. No matter how many blood shadows hit him, they only hit layers of starlight, and then blocked all the explosions.

Hu Ming Dadu showed a cruel smile and pulled his hands hard.

In an instant, the bow was like a full moon, and a blood light condensed into an arrow and appeared on the bowstring, emitting a thrilling pressure.

Boom!

The next moment, a blood-colored beam of light penetrated the world, completely covering Holt's location. The terrifying blood light brought out a wave of weather, and the atmosphere of Buluocheng seemed to boil. Waves of hurricanes hit Buluocheng, and I don't know how many houses it destroyed for a while.

After the blood dissipated, Holt had fallen back into the alley, and his whole body flashed slightly and disappeared.

Charles, who was standing beside him, exclaimed: "The sword of the Lord is in harmony with the spirit of the sword, and the intention is to be the first arrow, and it can be called the peak of the god level."

Hu Ming Dadao showed a satisfied smile: "This kid took me an arrow and his body was already infected with blood poison. His strength may have been reduced to the level of an ordinary level 29-level title knight, so let it be left to the sect leader."

"It must be less than mission."

"Be careful, don't kill him."

"I understand below."

So at the command of Charles, more than ten black shadows rushed out and chased Holt in the direction of Holt.

Not long after, they found the seriously injured Holt, fought, chased, and ambushed several times, and Holt's aura became weaker and weaker.

Hu Ming, who was standing on the top of the city, smiled: "Naozawa Jianmen is worthy of being a wealthy family in the north, and he is so handsome."

Shire responded with a smile: "There is a big prize, the grassland talents are abundant, and the strong are emerging one after another. This battle to the south shocked the mainland and was worthy of being kept in history. It can be called a battle to change the future continental pattern."

Just as the two of them were praising each other and the guests were having fun, the wind suddenly surging in the sky, and dark clouds covered the sky in an instant, and a fierce aura fell from the sky, and the stimulating roar was chilling on the back of the great master.

He suddenly drew out the bloody divine bow: "There is a master!"

The next moment, his body moved, and the blood-colored arrow shot out, turning into a bloody light that shot into the dark clouds all over the sky, directly stirring the wind and clouds, opening up a large area of ​​clouds.

After the blood dissipated, a young man with pink skin, thin cheeks and feminine face appeared in the air.

It was Tyrant, a gray-robed wizard under Fang Xingjian.

Before becoming a god-level, Tyrant himself devoured the corpses of three god-level powerful men. Later, he practiced with Fang Xingjian with nuclear energy to practice all the material particles in the body of the Great Orthodox.

Then he achieved the god level, made rapid progress, and obtained Buu's flesh and blood, his entire human potential and strength greatly improved. In particular, the magic body he achieved was even more special, which was formed by the will of martial arts, but also had a trace of flesh and blood.

Now that he has entered the third level of the god level, although he has done nothing while 14 god-level sieges the imperial capital, it is just that his opponent is too strong and he doesn't have enough time to catch up.

Now he is taking back the four states by the order of Fang Xingjian. Faced with the grassland warriors who are not even god-level powerhouses, he is naturally fearless.

With a flash, the whole person had already moved to Hu Ming at the speed of light. Looking at Hu Ming in front of him, he tilted his pink head and said, "Are you attacking me just now?"

"God-level powerhouse? Who are you?" Hu Ming's heart tightened, and the blood god bow in his hand had already aimed at Tyrant, but his expression did not relax at all, and even cold sweat kept flowing down his forehead.

"Annoying bug." Tyrant's body flashed again, and he had already appeared in front of Hu Ming. His middle finger slightly bounced on the other party's forehead. The big prairie master had turned from head to toe to shatter.

No matter the people from Nagasawa Jianmen and other warriors on the grassland dared not make any changes in the face of this scene. They were god-level powerful people. In front of such powerful people, the resistance of ordinary people is meaningless.

There was only one strong grassland man with white hair, strong body, and scars on his face angrily: "Who are you? We are warriors of the Tianlang tribe of the Iron Lion King Court. What you killed is the great master of the Tianlang tribe. I hope you can give the Royal Court and the Tianlu King an explanation."

Tyrant grinned: "There is no Tianliu King anymore. He has been forced by the national master to rush into the nine-story heavenly palace and he is dead. As for your eleven saint generals, only one of them survived."

Hearing Tyrant's words, the old man was stunned at first, and then sneered, "Don't joke, the eleven saints generals have their own strengths, and they are all top figures in the world, and they are enough to dominate the world and be famous for their eternity.

His Majesty the Lion King is a genius who has never appeared in the grassland and a top figure in the mainland today.

Do you want to say that they were all defeated and killed by Fang Xingjian?"

The old man became more and more confident the more he spoke. Finally, he looked at Tyrant with a smile, as if there was really a Tianliu King standing behind him.

The grassland powerhouses around him, Nagasawa Jianmen, and other surrendered knights who did not fall into the city also reacted. After hearing what Tyrant said, his face was full of disbelief, and obviously he did not believe what Tyrant said at all.

Tyrant said lightly: "Zuo Xianwang, come out and talk to them."

With Tyrant's words, in everyone's surprised eyes, Zuo Xianwang's figure slowly appeared behind Tyrant.

It was originally a fifth-level god-level goshawk Zuo Xianwang. Because of the ravage and suppression of Fang Xingjian, his power was removed at this moment. It would probably take one or two months to recover, and he was suppressed by Tyrant.

What's more, even if he can defeat Tyrant, as long as Fang Xingjian is still alive, it will be meaningless.

So in the surprised eyes of everyone, the Fly Zuo Xianwang nodded with some difficulty and said lightly: "Mr. Tyrant is right. His Majesty the Sky Lion King has been forced into the nine-story heavenly palace by the national master, and he has no idea of ​​life and death.

As for the eleven Saint Generals, all of them have been killed except me.”

Hearing these words, the old man on the grassland felt a pain in his heart and almost fainted. Many other strong man on the grassland also grew up, feeling like a mourning examination, with a look of despair and collapse.
Chapter completed!