Zheng Ge shook his head bitterly, looked at the red sky getting closer and closer, and said in despair: "There are all ants under the ranks of heaven. Brother Wang, if anyone else can escape tonight, maybe you are the only one."

Before Wang Le could ask, Zheng Ge said, "Because the invisibility technique you used was too weird, maybe you could escape the devil's claws of Huoyun Dazun, well, maybe..."

At this time, Fatty Huang looked at Wang Le with a sad face and said sadly: "Brother Wang, if you can escape from birth, when you reach the border, remember to tell the master below, and say, I can't be filial to him, my disciple."

After a pause, Fatty Huang quickly changed his face, changed his tone and said gritting his teeth: "Tell me Master, if he doesn't kill Huoyun Master and avenge my disciple, even if the disciple becomes a ghost, he will not let him go!"

"Puff!" Wang Le suddenly had three thick black lines on his forehead and sighed helplessly: "You have confidence in me, the key is that you don't have enough confidence in yourself!"

After a pause, Wang Le looked at the red color that had already arrived in front of him, illuminating the world like daylight, and murmured: "He is a strong man at the heavenly level, and no one is sure to escape."

Then, as the crowd opposite us greeted, the red red that covered the stars and silver moon began to shrink, and quickly condensed to a high altitude at a speed that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye, like lightning.

When I saw it clearly, I saw a burly and tall figure standing in the sky, wrapped in red light, making it blurred.

After a short three or four seconds, the blooming red light condensed, and finally revealed the burly figure of Huoyun Dazun wearing a big red robe.

Wang Le narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the Huoyun Dazun who was falling from the sky, feeling the other person's appearance was a bit like a mixed-race person.

The contours on his face are clear and angular, his facial features are three-dimensional, his eyebrows are like ink, and his eyes are even red.

Coupled with this burly and tall figure, Wang Le couldn't help but tease himself: "If this Huoyun Dazun was born in the world, he would be a top international model on the runway. When he worked in a Cowherd-store, he would be a red card duck!"

The Huoyun Lord was like walking in the garden, falling down from the sky without any rushing speed. His long red hair was like a ball of flying flames, fluttering in the wind.

This seemed to have created invisible momentum, which made the warriors who were bowing to the ground more admiring and awe; it also made the people on the trial team more desperate, as if they saw the road to the underworld, only one step away.

When Huoyun Lord landed on the ground, he heard the warriors who were bowing to the ground shouting in unison regardless of their cultivation level: "Disciple, pay homage to Dazun!"

The expressionless Huoyun Lord glanced at the Zoroastrian disciples in front of him and said lightly: "It has been so many days, but I can't do anything to these fledgling yellow-haired boys. Instead, they have killed a lot of them. You are such a bunch of waste."

Everyone trembled suddenly, their heads lowered deeper, and the five late-stage warriors who were kneeling in front said in unison with fear and fear: "I am not good at doing things well, please punish the great master!"

Huoyun Dazun waved his red robe sleeve and snorted, "If you sue me, you can deal with the yellow-haired boys on the other side early, and I am happy to do it."

Immediately, Huoyun's eyes swept towards everyone, and he ordered indifferently: "Is it a reward or a punishment to return to the sect and talk about it, now let's get up for me!"

After saying that, Huoyun Lord bypassed the disciples who had kneeled all over the ground and slowly walked towards the Alliance Trial Team.

Seeing this, everyone felt nervous and subconsciously took two steps back before stopping, because no matter how much they retreated, it would be useless!

Wang Le, who had taken two steps back, looked at the Huoyun Grand Lord walking towards him, and sighed in his heart: "In this guy's eyes, we are already dead from the moment he appears, otherwise we would not have had such leisure and elegance as cats and mice."

Thinking of this, Wang Dashou muttered to himself: "This is really a kind of evil taste that makes me angry."

At this time, Huoyun Dazun stood five meters away from the league trial team and did not continue to move forward.

The two deacons of Tian Zhao and the broken arm guardian left Wang Le, walked to the front of the crowd, and blocked the members of the trial team behind him.

Although all three of them knew that doing this would not be able to stop the attack of Huoyun Master at the Heavenly Level, they still did it.

Because their duty is to protect these league trial team members behind them.

Unless they die, they will never give up!

But facing Huoyun Dazun, in the face of his crushing powerful strength, the three of them still couldn't avoid feeling deeply desperate.

Huoyun Grand Master swept his high eyes to everyone and said lightly: "Although your martial arts talent is outstanding, you are the best among your peers. As long as you have enough time, you will definitely be able to give birth to the martial arts heavenly realm among you, and there are still many."

"But unfortunately, you were born in the wrong era, and the alliance lost its deer, and the heroes of the world chased it together. The troubled times have come, so you who represent the future hope of the Alliance of the Martial Arts World will have to die."

Speaking of this, Huoyun Lord's face, which was not filled with joy and anger, finally showed a smile and said, "You should feel honored because you can die in the hands of the Lord."

"Uh!" Wang Le was speechless and said to himself: "You guy who feels good about himself, I haven't lived enough yet, so I don't want to die in your hands."

At this time, Deacon Tian looked at Huoyun Lord opposite and said in a deep voice: "Although the intrigue within the Alliance Presbyterian Church will be disbanded sooner or later, I will never let you go to Zoroastrianism!"

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the trial team members behind him shouted: "That's right, if you kill us, the Presbyterian will never let go of the wolf's ambition of Zoroastrianism!"

Huoyun Dazun did not say anything threatening to the other party, but felt that there was any disrespect.

Because in his eyes, the group of ants in front of him were grasshoppers in the autumn and could not jump a few times.

Immediately, Huoyun Master kept smiling and looked at the short, fat, team member who was shouting in the crowd with a sturdy nose and small eyes, and then said, "How will the Elder deal with me with the Zoroastrianism at that time have nothing to do with you."

After a pause, Huoyun Lord's smile was filled with chills and said, "Because by then, you are all dead."

Before he could finish his words, Huoyun Dazun suddenly poked his big hand out of his red robe's sleeve.

At this moment, Huoyun Lord's left hand stretched out, and a fire-red cloud-like hand transformed from the void, grabbing the trial team member with a small nose and eyes in the crowd as fast as lightning!
Chapter completed!