Eternal Life

Chapter 1265: Battle saint

Chapter 1265 Battle Sage

"Is this person crazy? It is not like this to find death. I dare to directly rush into the barbarian army against the winter cave army? He really thought that the billions of barbarian army is a paper paste? Play this kind of army Take the first level of the game?"

Seeing this scene, a group of law enforcement disciples in the heavenly prison are also surprised.

"This person is indeed crazy, or else it is thought that Wang Pinxian is invincible in the world. The barbarian army has already set a good position and evolved a tens of thousands of time and space. He is afraid that he has not rushed to the front of the army and is trapped. In the sky, direct bombardment, and the battle of the military is not very good, actually deep inside."

"In this case, even if he is degraded, we will not get the ghost figure."

"Hey, this person is not a fool. Although he doesn't know the height of the sky, he will not do it when he is sent to death. He must have a killer, but we must also be prepared to spur the nine-day-nine landlord. At the time, it was a blow to break the barbarian army."

"Yes? But this doorway technique requires all of us to cooperate, fully cooperate, burn life together, and the mana must be precise, and we can't make mistakes."

"Reassure, we have been deducted many times in the Thunder Pool."

A group of heavenly prisoners and law enforcement disciples are calculating and planning. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

In the depths of the barbarian army, above the barbaric throne, the winter cave lord suddenly stood up and seemed to be irritated by the bold behavior of Fang Han. His face with a tattoo on his face showed a cruel smile. In the palm of the hand, a barbarian flag appeared on the palm of your hand, violently waved, hunting and screaming, and the gas of killing was greatly increased. All barbarian troops got orders, gathered toward the center, filled with black air, and eroded in time and space. One after another wormhole.

In the void, there are barriers everywhere.

A pair of barbaric generals, warriors, and fighters united to cover up all the space, attacking, and bombarding the shadow of Fang Han. They must try their best to eliminate the power of the ghost figure.

Among the different degrees of space, one of the other masters of the world, against Fang Han, broke the sacred magic, thousands of billions of attacks, layered to Fang Han.

At this moment, even the saints will fall.

This kind of siege has already surpassed the limit, one person's power against a race of the race.

However, Fang Han did not know what kind of technique was displayed, and the wings behind it flickered. The ghost-wu sacred figure wrapped himself, as if jumping out of the three realms, walking freely, and never being touched. There was no attack and it fell on his body.

He seems to be a shadow, tangible and inferior. In the barbarian army, the army of the aliens is inconsistent, and quickly approached the core barbaric throne. The attacks of the army have fallen, but they have hurt themselves.

For a time, no one expected that Fang Han had such an ability. In the barbarian army, it caused a riot. The time and space collapsed and shattered. The pieces of time and space crystals were smashed by mana, and the heavens and the earth were in great disruption. status.

Hey!

Fang Han arrived at the core of the barbarian army, approaching the barbaric throne and seeing the barbarian sage who stood up from the barbaric throne.

This winter cave lord, tall and stalwart, is two feet higher than Fang Han, the tiger's back bear, the body of dense tattoos as long as people look at it, it will never be forgotten forever.

Really close to this barbarian saint, Fang Hancai felt a suffocating taste, the other body's body was free to move, just like the naked body came to the ancient wild world, surrounded by countless wild beasts.

Moreover, Fang Han felt that the ghost martial arts map was suppressed by the saints of the barbarian. At this moment, he was truly facing a saint, a powerful military lord, and fighting alone.

However, the more the breath is suppressed, the more and more the war in his heart is boiling. He even knows that he is a lack of war. If this is a battle with the barbarian saints, he will definitely break through the saints. Great benefit.

"Human monk? You are alone, and dare to fall into the army of the 35 billion barbarian warriors. I am very grateful to your army lord. I will kill you and make it. Placed on the altar, now you have to say, what are the last words?"

A strong heart volatility, savage breath, passed into the mind of Fang Han.

"Less nonsense, fight!" Fang Han body shakes, turned into thirty-three shadows, punched out, directly hit thirty-three times the vast force.

The reason why he went deep into the barbarian army was to better display his own school, a hearty battle, and an inexhaustible barbarian army. The outside people could not see what was going on inside.

Thirty-three statues, each of them, are turned into different ways of Fang Han, deducting different martial arts, different temperament, the flow of stealing the heavens, dexterity, the thickness of the heavens, the sky The compassion of the way, the domineering way of falling into the sky...

Fang Hanwu learned greatly, under the zenith of the Heavenly Zen Emperor, he also got all the martial arts experience of the Emperor of the Emperor, martial arts, Yiyi, one by one digestion, thirty-three days of creation of God fist into a more wonderful Unpredictable invincible. Between the execution of the gods, on each of the heads of the body, a gate of creation was opened, and the power of creation in the rivers of the rivers fell down, making the thirty-three bodies of Fang Han evolve into the prototype of the artifacts.

The realm of heaven and earth is fully developed.

At this moment, the whole person of Fang Han turned into the original form of the creation of artifacts, with a strong confrontation and a devastating blow against the barbarian saints.

Hey!

A circle of light waves diverged outwards, and the barbaric throne of the barbarian singer screamed, and the inch was cracked, and then collapsed into a powder. This barbaric throne is a unique piece of fairy. Where can I bear the current style of Fang Han? Directly punched, it was broken, turned into fly ash, all the essence, was also sucked away by Fang Han, and integrated into the power of its own boxing, adding more strength.

???????........ A series of explosions, from the side of the sage's main winter cave, but some barbarian guards, all in the boxing between the square cold, blasted and torn Even some barbarian warriors of the Yuanxian level can't bear the aftermath of Fang Han.

"Thirty-three times of combat power! Let us barbarian sorrowful martial arts **** fist..." Seeing Fang Han's starting style, boxing style, the saint army leader between the moments understands the power of boxing. When the sacred kings swept the barbarian, they did not know how many stalwarts of the barbarians were killed. The masters of the Tianjun level were all fallen under this set of **** fists. As long as they were barbarians, they would be deep in the soul. There is a shudder.

"kill!"

The hateful gaze spurred out from the eyes of the barbarian sage's winter cave. He moved, and the sage of the saints moved. When they started, they launched the saint power, and the five fingers rooted up. The breath emanating from a finger, earth-shattering, covering the sky, turned into five Optimus Prime.

The tattoos on his body also lived up, and evolved a series of pictures of gods, saints, and maps, which revolved around the whole body.

A palm hit, even with the power of the flesh, hard to smash the thirty-three days of the cold to create the **** fist, thirty-three times the combat power.

Bang! Two divine powers fight in the center of the barbarian army. The huge storm swept out and formed hundreds of thousands of storm dragons, destroying soldiers who did not know how many barbarians and aliens.

The square cold body cracked, and there was a crack in the body of the dense hemp, which was shocking. The ghost martial arts map was smashed and flew away from his side.

The barbarian sage, the body infiltrated with blood, blood stained tattoos, but his face was heavy, his body was overwhelming, more and more intense, it seems that the injury has made him excited, this saint is not so easy Defeated, under the thirty-three times of the force of Fang Hanshi, he was able to compete with ease.

"Since you will make a **** fist, it will not leave you anymore. In the future, you will be the biggest enemy of my barbarian. The gods will come to the world, the barbaric **** fist!"

The sage army main winter cave exploded, the tattoo was fresh, the big hand was gripped, a group of storms condensed in the palm of the hand, turned into a barbarian punch, and came against the Fang Han bombardment. In one step, Fang Han felt the time and space change, himself Came to a desert of civilization, all of which are barbaric, wild, cruel and naked.

This punch shows the power of the saint.

"A very powerful barbaric way to destroy the trampling civilization with barbarism!" Fang Han seems to have felt the many civilizations in his book of the era, and there is a feeling of being trampled.

He once again brought up the whole body strength, and a patch of crystal fog merged into the body, reaching the breath of the heyday in a flash, and it was the thirty-three days of martial arts.

At the same time, the ghost martial arts figure flew again and was wiped out.

The two masters, once again collided together, blood and fire intertwined. In the twinkling of an eye, the real gas blasts, the space bursts, all the elements are swept away, and the heavens and the earth become chaos. It seems that an old era has perished, and a new era is born.

boom!

The sage's main winter cave is a barbaric way. The boxing method is earth-shattering and carries the saints' power. Actually, it broke through thirty-three times of the fighting power and hit the square of Fang Han.

This boxing, playing the square cold is the whole body of the crystal of the gods into the ashes, the gods do not know how many ancestors all ruined. Fang Han’s body lost half of his energy.

But in an instant, countless crystal fogs filled his body, and his body was quickly repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that time was going backwards, and he actually recovered his vitality at the height of his life.

"kill!"

His body was fully unfolded, his hands and feet were stretched, and his thirty-three times of fighting power was repeatedly displayed, and he was again besieged to the saints of the Winter Cave.

The sage of the Winter Cave is a cold face: "How can there be such a strong recovery ability........"